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Jamaica Kincaid’s New Novel – See Now Then

Alison Shaw Jamaica Kincaid’s New Novel – See Now Then Paintings by Allen Whiting All Things
Alison Shaw Jamaica Kincaid’s New Novel – See Now Then Paintings by Allen Whiting All Things

Paintings by Allen Whiting

All Things Being Equal

Reflections on Social Justice

Vineyard Contributors

The End of Power

How Power Lost Its Edge

Moisés Naím

hudson rover

Performance Piece for Print

Marianne Goldberg

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Editor’s Letter

W hat is the place of the arts in our lives? Having published Arts & Ideas, now for three years, it has become clear to me that the arts propose a common ground where people see other people ‘re-present’ reality — a place of

shared imagination. On that common ground we can see our- selves balanced, released; we can be made new. In this way, the arts create an incredibly potent social event through which all people might be equally renewed by other people’s imagined and artfully practiced perspectives. You might say the arts propose a great experiment; they test what we have come to understand as our social bond, our community connection, the ways we see and interact with each other. By proposing an imagined place, a here we can all occupy, the arts suggest that in the less balanced aspects of our lives we can do better — just imagine. In short, the arts are a way to more fully meet each other. Through this meeting place, the arts allow us to better understand how equal, con- nected and how just and balanced our community is.

To take it a step further, the arts also say hello. They are a communicative space in our lives. They are not some abstract relationship to a sonata, a choreographic rondo, a poetic caesura or painted diptych. The arts emotionally communicate, test and affirm our shared humanness. In our busy, often structured lives where we may have limited impact on the course of other people’s lives, an artist of any kind chooses to connect with others by clearing out an imagined space and saying hello, here, experience this opening; watch, listen, see. Be part of creation.

this opening; watch, listen, see. Be part of creation. Poet Laureate of Edgartown, by Jeanne staples,

Poet Laureate of Edgartown, by Jeanne staples, 36 x 36”, Oil on Linen

With such vibrant creators and communicators as acquaintances, friends and neighbors one true measure of the success of our community is to fully reckon with, fully consider the here and hello the arts propose. As we might take a sense of renewed together- ness from a pot luck, a conversation with a friend, a gathering at the Hebrew Center or the West Tisbury Congregational Church, an encounter with the arts says we are all here in this together. Fully reckoning with this simple encounter makes a big difference.

As with other issues of the magazine, in this issue of Arts & Ideas we try to clear a space for togetherness on a local and global scale. We provide a space to simply revel in the here and hello of the arts and ideas presented. In this issue, through the writing of Islanders, we also focus on an understanding of social justice. We’ve also selected excerpts from national fiction and non fiction authors to expand reflection, appreciation and understanding— to help readers more fully reckon with equality, justice, togetherness. In short, we try to re-present the imagination that connects us daily.

As always, and once again with this issue, I’m struck by how welcoming the exchange of arts and ideas is in this community. To all the people who have spent time thinking and writing and painting and talking, thank you; your work in this community makes my life better on a daily basis. I hope the way we’ve chosen to present the art and ideas in this issue does you justice and proposes an equally welcoming Here, hello.

Patrick Phillips— Publisher and Editor



1 9 hudson rover

Marianne Goldberg’s hudson rover is an originally conceived invention: a performance piece for print. Initially performed as a dance/lecture/poem and published in ArtForum International in 1988, this reprint brings back to print this multi-spatial and multi-media performance.


justice – mariana cook

The faces of human rights are presented in full here. Mariana Cook’s Justice gives readers an essential opportu- nity to sit with national and international human rights activists, to read their words and to more fully embrace and understand lives dedicated to fighting injustice. This series of portraits is a compassionate and human story of struggle and freedom in black and white.


all things being equal

Where is the map of a just community? In plain words; it is found in the lives of all people. This extended essay on justice, written by several Island residents, looks at home, children, education, environment, equal access to knowl- edge, and reflects on compassion and social justice. It is an opportunity to pause, turn to and consider the local and global community we live in and create, together.

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Artist profiles


Lillia Frantin


Susan Copen Oken


allen Whiting


alison Shaw


Carol Brown Goldberg


Jeanne Staples

Artist portrAits


Jeffery Serusa


Lily Morris


tim Laursen



Jill Jupen


Sandra Lim


Rebecca Wolff



Wendy taucher — Choreography & Form

NoN fictioN


Moisés Naím — the End of Power


Gar alperovitz — What then Must Be Done?



Jamaica Kincaid — See Now then

experimeNtAl memoir


Kate Greenstreet — from Young tambling


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Seeing the Intangible


Robert Battle &

Wendy taucher

Talk About Form

by Wendy Taucher


here’s nothing I enjoy more than making up

dances. Seeing a great piece of choreography performed

by a great dancer is another pleasure. Lately, I’ve become curious about what my fellow choreographers see, how their own creative choices inform the way they view other

artist’s dances.

Director of Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater, the inventor of one of my favorite dances—Ella. A well-crafted idiosyncratic solo, Ella is filled with speed, mystery and sass, delivered via thrilling, ingenious virtuosity. It’s a joy to behold.

I recently talked shop with Robert Battle, Artistic

I’m most interested in choreographic form and it’s this somewhat intangible element Mr. Battle and I discussed. There is an inherent conundrum in talking choreography. Choreography is as much about what one isn’t seeing as it is about what one sees. The core of a dance is a combination of movement, sound, space, expectation and the design in which they unfold. Great choreography creates a unique world, with a logic entirely it’s own.

In order to provide tangible images to our discussion, I suggested Mr. Battle choose a number of favorite dances to use as points of discussion. He chose two: Alvin Ailey’s Revelations and Paul Taylor’s Arden Court. Enthusiastic, specific and perceptive, his thoughts ranged from the significance of a title and implications of geometry.

Mr. Battle’s first and immediate response, when asked about a favorite dance, was to talk about Alvin Ailey’s masterwork Revela- tions. Not unlike Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, Revelations is wildly popular, artistically profound and astonishing in it’s craft. Mr. Battle was unembarrassed about discussing this work as truly ground breaking—edgy in spite of its popularity. Our discussion of Revelations, form and seeing took a turn towards language: the

implications a title has upon a work. Mr. Battle feels the title of a dance offers the first entry point for the audience. While Mr. Battle does not think a title needs to be literal, he does feel if the frame-work of expectations formed from a title are not met, the moving images themselves are confusing. He thinks a well-chosen title creates a synergy between the intellectual side of the choreographer with the visceral element of the dancing.

Paul Taylor’s Arden Court as the first choreographic work Mr. Battle added to the company repertory upon becoming Artistic Director of Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater. The element in Arden Court which speaks most clearly to Mr. Battle is geometry. The structure of the work revolves in, around and up and down a diagonal. The geometric construct becomes a permanent presence, whether or not bodies are specifically moving in this defined space. In Mr. Battle’s analysis, the diagonal is as essential to Arden Court, as the dancers, music and moves.

When watching dance, Mr. Battle has a running dialogue with himself:

how does it all go together, curiosity about the intelligence of the cho- reographer, noticing moments he could never have thought of himself. Has he had a visceral reaction to the dance--does it take him in. When Mr. Battle sees a work with predictable form, he feels a distance is cre- ated between the stage and the viewer.

Form in a well-constructed work creates a comfort zone for the cho- reography as well as a format through which boundaries are pushed. The choreographer maps the placement and pacing of movement and sound, building the structure of the dance. The performer actualizes the essence of the choreography by infusing interpretation onto this structure. Through the creator to performer, form is the vehicle that provides the audience with environment, logic and understanding. Form reveals the embodied connection for all— beyond structure and interpretation— to a fully realized whole.












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ArTIsT ProfIlE Spring Studio, 36 x 48”, oil on Canvas lillia frantin My work is about

Spring Studio, 36 x 48”, oil on Canvas

lillia frantin

My work is about loving self and the world around you in simple ways. Those simple ways are so crucial and important; they are the simple imbalances and balances that are in my paintings. When I paint there is this sense of balance— not static balance. That’s kind of how I’ve lived as well.

I’m a modernist, an early modernist. I see art as a connection to nature, people and humanity. My work is a lot about seeing beauty in the com- mon. I paint very mundane things.

I like to show the special-ness of the common and have people recognize

in their own world. What is deep in side people is often misdirected by consumerism and materialism into small and narrow places — cloth- ing, jewelry, interior decorating, planning a garden. Maybe these are the things people stopped being aware of as children. My paintings provide a sense of delight that you may have felt as a child.

I paint quickly. It takes a couple of weeks to finish, but the initial sketch

comes quickly. I am intense when I paint. I move color around the paint- ing and want to move people round the painting. I like people to feel as if they need to engaged with the painting. To be part of what they’re looking at. I appreciate those people who can get beyond the subject and become attached to what the painting is really about.

My real joy is playing things off each other. I don’t want to finish the paint- ing so that it becomes closed off. It’s important that people have access to it. I try to let what I’m doing show through and not insist on what is hap- pening — to let people enjoy that.

I’m aware when I’m painting of what I’ve chosen to put together as a still life. I’m always very close to what I’m selecting. It has to do with the shapes and the life of the color I’m looking at. I’m very close to the objects I paint. I repeat them. I have a very small world I love so dearly that I put into my painting — my objects and subjects, light and dark, hot and cold, jagged and smooth.

Studio with Red Chair and Geranium, 40 x 40”, oil on Canvas As a woman

Studio with Red Chair and Geranium, 40 x 40”, oil on Canvas

As a woman artist I never wanted to paint purely feminine things, but I wanted to paint feminine and masculine things. I want to have qualities of boldness and strength, to have an appreciation of subtle things. These things aren’t widely respected in the serious art world — I reject that.

To me, this is why art is such an amazing thing. There is enough in the world we can all respond to and can feel a kinship with.

the world we can all respond to and can feel a kinship with. Garden and Sailboats,

Garden and Sailboats, 36 x 48”, oil on Canvas

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from Young Tambling. Published by Ahsahta Press Copyright © 2013 by Kate Greenstreet

Kate Greenstreet — from young Tambling

W e didn’t have another world to go to, but we had books. We

had the library downtown. I think my best friend and I must

have read every book in the young adult section by the time

we were ten (that word “adult” attracted us), at least all the

ones about girl detectives and romance and careers. We liked to sing on the

swings, dance to records in the basement, talk about boys, act out dramatic

scenes (birth, death). But I also needed to be alone. To think. My mother

gave me the tiny room off the kitchen, where I could read and arrange

things and listen to music on the radio. My father and my grandmother felt

it was excessive for a child to have a room of her own (before this I was in

the big room with my brothers), but my mother made it happen.

My room had a counter running the length of one wall—I loved this counter, the top was red linoleum. I used it mainly as a place to build small shrines. My father was constructing an archway into the living room (took about five years to finish) so there were often pieces of wood and plasterboard around. I might take a chunk of 2×4, cover it with a good white handkerchief, then set or stack things on it: to look at them. Rocks, dollhouse furniture, stuff I’d find on the sidewalk—or make, out of sticks and tin foil. This was almost an impulse toward sculpture, but I thought of my structures as altars, or shrines. I always had an urge to put things together that didn’t belong with each other until they were arranged, by me, in just the right way.

We moved away from the city when I turned 15. My mother was 36. All the women on our new street were mothers. They must have been mostly in their early thirties, their kids were still small. It was a pretty nice street. My mother was so happy to be in a place with trees. There were giant cracks in the life—we take that for granted now because that’s how the time is portrayed. But the women had their houses and their children, their marriages. Their husbands came into the dry cleaners where I worked after school.

When I think of them—Eleanor, Carolyn, Florence, Julie, Mary Ann— they seem trapped on that street. But on other streets, Barbara Guest was alive, Joan Mitchell was alive, Agnes Martin was alive.

I got the job in the cleaners soon after we moved. That’s one of the places

I learned about the kinds of things that happen to girls. Because you’d be

there alone, most of the time. I learned a little bit about people. Mainly, I read. When it wasn’t busy, you’d just sit there until someone walked in. So

I read a lot, which was great since I always was trying to find more time to read.

The guys in back did the cleaning and pressing in the first part of the day. When I got there, I’d bag, staple the tickets to the plastic bags of clothes, and lift the clothes onto the conveyer. It could be heavy work for a person of my size, but I got stronger. The hardest thing about the job was how everybody came in all at once—Saturday morning, Friday night. That made me nervous, because people would be in a hurry and there’d be a long line. But I found I could do the job, and even like it. I did it for years, all through high school and, after that, full-time. I was supposed to go to college. I’d been accepted, but I didn’t want to go. Not that I intended to stay in town forever. But at the cleaners, although I interacted with people, I didn’t have to try to be one of them. It was different from school in that way.

In those years, I was especially attracted to books from the nineteenth century. I read a lot of stuff in translation. As a younger girl, I’d loved books in series—from there I went on to long books. I liked a large word- count. By this time, the friends I had weren’t reading what I read. But the books were also my friends. There was a kind of fidelity involved. I didn’t need to share them. I was faithful.

“She remains in the background, or, to say it better, elsewhere.” The time I was living in while reading wasn’t the time I occupied writing down NS for “no starch.” Shifting between the world of my book and dealing with whoever walked through the door was immediate and natural. Like any double life.

Later on, I would read to relax. But back then, I didn’t need relaxation. I needed to learn. And I needed to love. Not that I didn’t love anyone—but I needed to love more. I read to encounter characters I could love deeply. In Russian novels and plays, people jumped up from the table and said things.

And they weren’t shocked if other people did—it was expected! I believed life took place in conversation. Or that it could.

I wanted to somehow slip “through the barriers into the company of the Real Ones.” I was just starting to paint, and I hoped to be an artist someday.


Jill Jupen — The Posie-Man

It was my childhood street

where Dick the Posie Man

with his crooked leg

and slack-jaw

teeth missing

carried his crepe paper

posies tied up

with twine, trying

to protect his

brittle bouquet

from the rain

with his old, felt hat

as he limped up the street



ArTIsT ProfIlE

ArTIsT ProfIlE Sunflower #2, 5’ 10”x 4’ 5”, mixed media and oil on canvas susan Copen

Sunflower #2, 5’ 10”x 4’ 5”, mixed media and oil on canvas

susan Copen oken

Richard Avedon, the renowned photographer, invited me to create photo- graphic work for a book he was planning that would explore the makings of ‘the family portrait’. I was honored to be selected from over five hundred artists. I knew right away that I would not produce the expected conventional image of generations of humans gathered in stoic assemblage frozen for all time on a page. What I did not know, however, was what I was going to create. On a consummate Vineyard morning I ventured onto a field of screaming yellow Sunflowers. I was immediately transported back to childhood remembrances of anthropomorphized flower personalities that played out in untold hours of my youthful imagination.

Sunflower #5, 5’ 7” x 4’ 5”, mixed media and oil on canvas Although most

Sunflower #5, 5’ 7” x 4’ 5”, mixed media and oil on canvas

Although most of the golden blooms appeared much the same in the field, there was one that called to me with her human persona. I made the first image that night. I had found the family I would photograph! Everyday was a hunt for another unique member of the family to celebrate and they didn’t come easily. There were many barren days. Eventually 13 images were created to complete the family portrait. It seemed serendipitous that for this short period I was able to track down the most diverse examples in nature of this one family, ‘Helianthus’. The two pictured are metaphors for male-female, yin-yang and contradictory forces. They are us. We are them.

— The sunflower transfer images would later become the studies for these large paintings.

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The End of Power

from The End of Power by Moisés naím. Copyright © 2013 by Moisés naím. Excerpted with permission of Basic Books, a member of the Perseus Books Group.

how power lost its edge: The More, Mobility and Mentality revolutions

by Moisés naím

J avier solana, the spanish foreign minister who in

the mid-1990s became secretary-general of NATO and then

the European Union’s foreign policy chief, told me: “Over the

last quarter-century—a period that included the Balkans and

Iraq and negotiations with Iran, the Israeli-Palestinian issues and numerous other crises—I saw how multiple new forces and factors

constrained even the richest and most technologically advanced pow- ers. They—and by that I mean we—could rarely do any longer what we wanted.”

Solana is correct. Insurgents, fringe political parties, innovative startups, hackers, loosely organized activists, upstart citizen media, leaderless young people in city squares, and charismatic individuals who seem to have “come from nowhere” are shaking up the old order. Not all are savory; but each is contributing to the decay of power of the navies and police forces, television networks, traditional political parties, and large banks.

These are the micropowers: small, unknown, or once-negligible actors that have found ways to undermine, fence in, or thwart the megaplay- ers, the large bureaucratic organizations that previously controlled their fields. Going by past principles, micropowers should be aberra- tions. Because they lack scale, coordination, resources, or a preexist- ing reputation, they should not even be making it into the game—or at least, not making it for long before being squashed or absorbed by a dominant rival. But the reverse is true. Indeed, micropowers are denying established players many options that they used to take for granted. In some cases, the micropowers are even winning the contests against the megaplayers.

Do the newly arrived micropowers achieve this by overrunning the competition and driving the big incumbents out of business? Rarely. They are not equipped for vast takeovers. Their advantage is precisely that they are not burdened by the size, scale, asset and resource portfolio, centralization, and hierarchy that the megaplayers have deployed and spent so much time and effort nurturing and managing. The more the micropowers take on these traits, the more they turn

into the type of organization that other new micropowers will attack with just as much effectiveness. Instead, successful micropowers capitalize on a new set of advantages and techniques. They wear down, impede, undermine, sabotage, and outflank the megaplayers in ways that the latter, for all their vast resources, find themselves ill-equipped and ill-prepared to resist. And the effectiveness of these techniques to destabilize and displace entrenched behemoths means that power is becoming easier to disrupt and harder to consolidate

The implications are breathtaking. They signal the exhaustion of the Weberian bureaucracy, the system of organization that delivered the benefits and also the tragedies of the twentieth century. The decou- pling of power from size, and thus the decoupling of the capacity to use power effectively from the control of a large Weberian bureau- cracy, is changing the world. And this decoupling invites a disquieting thought: if the future of power lies in disruption and interference, not management and consolidation, can we expect ever to know stability again?


It’s hard to identify the moment when the dispersal and decay of power, and the decline of the Weberian bureaucratic ideal, began— much less to do so in the precise way with which, say, the poet Philip Larkin pinpointed the advent of the sexual revolution: “Between the end of the Chatterley ban” and the Beatles’ first album.2

Still, November 9, 1989—the date the Berlin Wall fell—is not a bad place to start. Loosening half a continent from tyranny’s grip, unlock- ing borders, and opening new markets, the end of the Cold War and its animating ideological and existential struggle undermined the rationale for a vast national security state and the commitment of economic, political, and cultural resources that supported it. Whole

populations forced to march more or less in lockstep were freed to find their own drummers, an upending of the existing order that found visceral expression in events such as the Christmas 1989 execu- tion of the Ceausescus in Romania and the January 1990 storming of East Germany’s Stasi headquarters—the secret-service organization that represented one of the darker pinnacles of postwar bureaucratic achievement. Economies trapped in a mostly closed system were opened to foreign investment and trade championed by a burgeoning herd of multinational corporations. As General William Odom, Ron- ald Reagan’s National Security Agency director, observed: “By creat- ing a security umbrella over Europe and Asia, Americans lowered the business transaction costs in all these regions: North America, Western Europe and Northeast Asia all got richer as a result.”3 Now those lower transaction costs could be extended, and with them also the promise of greater economic freedom.

Slightly more than a year after thousands of Germans took sledge- hammers to the Berlin Wall, in December 1990, Tim Berners-Lee, a British computer scientist at the European Organization for Nuclear Research on the Franco-Swiss border, sent the first successful com- munication between a Hypertext Transfer Protocol and a server via the Internet, thereby creating the World Wide Web. That invention, in turn, sparked a global communications revolution that has left no part of our lives untouched.

The end of the Cold War and the birth of the Internet were certainly factors enabling the rise of today’s micropowers, but they were by no means the only important ones. We often find it hard to resist the urge to attribute a period of great flux to a single cause. Take, for instance, the role of text messaging and social media such as Facebook and Twitter in upheavals around the world. A fierce but ultimately sterile debate has occurred between those who argue that social media have sparked new political movements and those who argue that their effect has been overstated. As elements in the struggle for power, social media have helped coordinate demonstra- tions and inform the outside world about human rights abuses. But savvy repressive regimes like those of Iran and China have also used these tools for surveillance and repression. And when in doubt, a government can simply turn off national Internet access (at least in large measure, as Egypt and Syria did when their dictators were challenged) or establish an elaborate system of filters and controls that reduces the flow of nonapproved online communication (as China has done with its “Great Firewall”). There are plenty of cases and counter-cases that illustrate the arguments of Internet optimists and techno-futurists like Clay Shirky as well as the counter-arguments of skeptics like Evgeny Morozov and Malcolm Gladwell. Thus, to under- stand why the barriers to power have become porous, we need to look at deeper transformations—to changes that began accumulating and accelerating even before the end of the Cold War or the spinning of the Web. The biggest challenges to power in our time have come from changes in the basics of life—in how we live, where we live, for how long and how well. What has changed is the landscape in which power operates.

This is the terrain of demographics, standards of living, levels of health and education, patterns of migration, families, communities, and, ultimately, our attitudes: the reference points for our aspira- tions, beliefs, desires, and, indeed, the ways in which we think about ourselves and others. To describe such changes at this deep level and to understand what they are doing to power, we need to break them down into three categories: the More revolution, the Mobility revolu- tion, and the Mentality revolution. The first is swamping the barriers to power; the second is circumventing them; the third is undercutting them.

Dr. Moisés Naim served as the Minister of Finance in Venezuela, the Executive Director of the World Bank, and Editor of Foreign Policy magazine. He is now Senior Associate at the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace. As such, Dr. Naim writes as a scholar, practitioner, and witness to global change over the last three decades.


ArTIsT PorTrAIT Stalling Out , 42 x 48”, oil on Canvas lily Morris my goal as

Stalling Out, 42 x 48”, oil on Canvas

lily Morris

my goal as a painter is to map consciousness through portraiture by focusing on the internal side of the human experience. The environment that the subjects inhabit is animated by their emotional state.

Stalling Out is about being disconnected, and lost. Asleep on a storm of self-created toxicity, the man runs out of conscious strength to run from his own personal turbulence.

P E rfor M A n C E PIECE for Pr I n T

hUDson roVEr,

the “Performance Piece for Print.” re~printed here from its original publication in Artforum International Magazine in new york City, December 1988. Photographs taken for the piece by robert Tobey.

Choreographed, Directed, and Written by Marianne Goldberg, in her invented genre of

Marianne Goldberg hudson rover

A Performance Piece for Print

Written by Marianne Goldberg, in her invented genre of Marianne Goldberg — hudson rover A Performance

hudson rover

A Performance Piece for Print by Marianne Goldberg

hudson rover A Performance Piece for Print by Marianne Goldberg

hudson rover

A Performance Piece for Print by Marianne Goldberg

hudson rover A Performance Piece for Print by Marianne Goldberg >> Artist website:

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hudson rover

A Performance Piece for Print by Marianne Goldberg

Meanings continually form and re-form over the surfaces of the body. The body is a stage which reinvents itself: wings, cur- tains, action, space, bones muscles and flights of fantasy. The body surpasses itself through the very discourse in which it is embedded: Bedding, Budding, Butting. In a wide yearning that travels along the cool surfaces of arms and legs, carrying one’s own weight, excited to move, dancing and reading within the page— inhabiting a place of great luxuriousness and pleasure.

Marianne Goldberg

For publication in Artforum International in December 1988, Marianne Goldberg choreographed HuDSON ROVER in her invented genre, the “performance piece for print.” Com- posed of juxtaposed or overlaid text and photographed gestures, in this genre Goldberg re-conceives the printed page as a stage the dancer can vividly inhabit differently, with “reading” becoming a theatrical act.

Each of Goldberg’s Performance Pieces for Print were also presented as lecture performance in radically altered form, text spoken at a podium accompanied by gestures. Gold- berg and performers also danced each work as a full concentrated performance, highly theoretical and intel- lectual lecture material inserted as surprise, undercut, and ecstasy.

HuDSON ROVER is the second of several works Goldberg created in this genre, the first published in Women & Perfor- mance, titled Ballerinas & Ball Passing; the next in Writings on Dance in Australia, Coming into Parts and performed with Eva Karzcag; another a sequel to Ballerinas, featuring performer Christianne Brown and christened after its ret- rograde language structure as Be To Want I.

Homogenized Ballerinas, printed in Meaning and Motion, an anthology edited by Jane Desmond, is a scholarly transfor- mation of the performative material. the essay references live installations of the pieces, performed and printed across the united States to Canada and Yugoslavia from 1987 through the year 2000.

In Ballerinas, photographs of Goldberg as a university lec- turer and as a dancer-choreographer intersperse with images of classic works by other dance artists, historical

and contemporary. throughout the works, Goldberg choreographs gestures in counterpoint with language and composes both theatrically, as opacities across two- dimensional surfaces of the printed page. Resultant work is held in the hands of spectator-readers, who turn the page potentially in discussion with others.

Experimental performative writing rarely fits into what we already know how to read. Evoking questions about articu- lation of movement in relation to printed word, mechanics and conventions of reproduction in intellectual discourse often render alternate forms invisible or unprintable.

although traditional formats for reproducing theoreti- cal insight erode changes on pieces like HuDSON ROVER, publication in an arts journal celebrates creativity, point- ing to intentional ironic play with conventional text, image, punctuation, kinetics, caption, foot-note.

Visual formats of many standard publications present a seamless, homogenized flow of predictable text, while occasional kinetic images are available only as illus- trations. Publication in Artforum as an artists project provided space where a performer can live in her own re- imagined world. Subjectivities of the moving body are rec- reated for a rarefied realm of heightened existence within the theater of the page. this reprint in Arts & Ideas brings HuDSON ROVER to life once more, to roam across the page, alive within a thriving contemporary space.

Dr. Marianne Goldberg is a writer, choreographer, and visual artist. She is founder and artistic director of Pathways Projects Institutes in Chilmark, where she designs installations and collaborative arts community events.

Her scholarly writings and Performance Pieces for Print have been published in The Drama Review; Artforum International; Women & Performance and numerous other journals and books. Her chore- ography has been performed internationally and across the United States.


ArTIsT PorTrAIT Ganesha , Aluminum, wood, pig skulls, pneumatic cylinders, blue fur, lED’s, wire, and steel,

Ganesha, Aluminum, wood, pig skulls, pneumatic cylinders, blue fur, lED’s, wire, and steel, 3 x 2 x 8’.

My fingers emit sparks of fire with expectation of my future labors. — William Blake

Tim laursen

i’ve decided to dedicatethe next ten years to combining live musical performances with home-made robotics. I want to create a traveling vaudeville inspired stunt/music/food show and tour the world. I’m three years into it. I have finished prototyping all the designs and completed the circuit I will use to control my machines. I am living in my shop near the Navy Yard in Brooklyn and wishing I was in a barn on MV.

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ArTIsT ProfIlE Red Tulips, 18 x 14”, painted in 2005, oil on canvas 24 Arts &

Red Tulips, 18 x 14”, painted in 2005, oil on canvas

Allen Whiting

Allen Whiting Sailboat – Menemsha Pond , 24 x 30”, painted in 2003, oil on canvas

Sailboat – Menemsha Pond, 24 x 30”, painted in 2003, oil on canvas

Two people, talking on the porch. Hot July day. Fan and iced tea:

C ontinuum. I’m in the continuum; I’m a consciousness that’s only here for a little

while, existing in this space that is so full of a lot of stuff. I mean, the continuum for me; what is our history, when our history makes us realize probably more about the continuum than if you were just, you know, trying to kill something to

eat all day every day. You know what I mean? We read about and know who our ancestors

were, and we worry about where our offspring might end up

just think that I’m studying something that’s much bigger than I am— I wouldn’t expect to finish it, in a certain way.

The artistic continuum, I

My particular bent is towards what’s right there (points at his barn). Now, I suppose what’s right there has an incredible meaning to me which has its own continuum— because it’s a barn, built by the family, either survived by the family or not. You know that incredible patch of green, that’s just some weeds that are on my shoulder to destroy one of these days, (laughs) but I want to paint it first. So, that’s kind of the continuum for me. That it’s just because I happen to love landscape, and it’s the landscape that’s closest to me. It’s forever presenting itself.

So, it’s simple. Very


Big Sandy, 40 x 60”, painted in 2000, oil on canvas Arts & Ideas Late

Big Sandy, 40 x 60”, painted in 2000, oil on canvas

Aung san suu Kyi “ Aung San Suu Kyi is a Burmese opposition politician and

Aung san suu Kyi

Aung San Suu Kyi is a Burmese opposition politician and former Secretary General of the National League for Democracy.

I have often wondered why people treat each other in such an autocratic way. Now we know, of course, what it is like to be deprived of one’s basic rights, and we would not subject anybody to that kind of experience. Putting it in a very general way, it’s a mixture of greed and fear that pushes people to ill-treat others. They want to preserve their own security and enjoy the privileges to which their position entitles them. And also ignorance, because there are some people who really believe that it’s all right to treat those who are ‘different’ from them in any way they like.”

Photographs and text excerpt are reprinted from “Justice: faces of the human rights revolution”, Copyright © 2013 by Mariana Cook, Courtesy of Damiani.


fAces of the humAN rights revolutioN

PhoToGrAPhs By

Mariana Cook

A few years ago, I became fascinated by people for whom the “rule of law” is no mere abstraction, for whom human rights is a fiercely urgent concern. I hoped to give a face to social justice by making portraits of human rights pioneers. The subjects I chose live in a multitude of countries, in both open and closed societies; they range widely in their ancestry and social origins. Some have been advocates from an early age. Others came to their cru- sades unexpectedly, even unwillingly. Several were simply doing their jobs, and then realized that doing so can, under certain circumstances, be a radical act.

To photograph and conduct interviews with these people, I traveled to countries around the world. I learned that many of these advocates are devoted to a cause with which they have a personal connection—a cause that is, in some sense, a birthright. But equally impressive are those who fight to protect people with whom they have nothing in common, save a shared humanity.

My intention was to pay tribute, not only to the courage of independent thought and action that these people possess, but also to their dogged insistence that reason and fairness prevail. There are few people in the world who possess such passion and caring for others, and who also have the imagination and the practical expertise to accomplish their goals. It has been my privilege to meet some of them and to try to understand and reveal their strength of character.


Gay McDougal All of my later experiences have reinforced the lesson I learned in Atlanta

Gay McDougal

All of my later experiences have reinforced the lesson I learned in Atlanta and South Africa:

that the true forces for justice come from inside each society and that real change is never achieved by one individual—even though individual acts of courage and determination are essential. Profound and sustainable social change always requires a critical mass of people willing to work together to reach the tipping point that will alter history and achieve justice. Most important, I learned that it is possible to win.”

Gay McDougal, a global civil rights lawyer, began her life in the segragated South, attended Yale Law School and helped orga- nize the international Anti-Apartheid Movement. She was a member of the South African Independent Electoral Commis- sion and stood beside Nelson Mandela as he cast his first vote.

and stood beside Nelson Mandela as he cast his first vote. louis h. Pollak “ I

louis h. Pollak

I had the incomparable professional opportunity that has defined the balance of my career: to serve as one of the volunteer lawyers who assisted Thur- good Marshall and his association with the NAACP Legal Defence Fund in developing the strategies leading to the decisions in the school segregation cases—Brown v. Board of Education and Bolling v. Sharpe—in 1954 and 1955. The Supreme Court had at last brought the nation into compliance with its founding principle, promulgated by the Declaration of Independence and reaffirmed by Abraham Lin- coln at Gettysburg, that “all men are created equal.”

Louis H. Pollak (1922–2012) was universally beloved. As a lawyer, law teacher, and judge, he was involved in some of

the most controversial areas of the law

Dean of Yale and the University of Pennsylvania Law Schools.

He served as

robert l. Carter “Throughout my life, I have worked to eradicate racial discrimination in the

robert l. Carter

“Throughout my life, I have worked to eradicate racial discrimination in the United States; this effort con- tinues to affect how I think, what I do, and who I am. I’m proudest of my role as chief legal strategist in Brown v. Board of Education. What I hoped to achieve was equal educational opportunity for all African- American children. While that has not yet been real- ized, this ruling remains the key to achiveing racial equality and justice in the United States. In guaran- teeing equality to all persons in our society as a fun- damental tenet of basic Law, Brown stands at the highest pinnacle of American judicial expression, because it espouses the loftiest values.”

Robert L. Carter (1917–2012) won 21 of the 22 cases he argued before the U.S. Supreme Court, securing First Amendment protection for civil rights organizations, expanding federal protection of voting rights, and strengthening equal access to housing and employment.


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Mariana Cook

JUSTICE fAces of the humAN rights revolutioN Mariana Cook Theresia Degener “My personal experience as a

Theresia Degener

“My personal experience as a disabled person taught me how important it is to fight injustice and protect human dignity

“My motivation to teach, research, and practice human rights law stems from my belief that the international catalogue of human rights offers a wonderful set of values and principles that includes all, transcends the boundaries of religion and culture, and is the only basis for freedom, peace and equality. Human rights treaties need to be used as tools; otherwise they remain just words on paper. They can change the world, or they can merely be given lip service.”

Theresia Degener is a German law professor and a leading expert and advisor on international human rights, disability, discrimination, bioethics, and gender laws.

Anthony romero Anthony Romero is the Executive Director of the American Civil Liberties Union. “One

Anthony romero

Anthony Romero is the Executive Director of the American Civil Liberties Union.

“One thing that is so spectacular about the human rights movement is that it appeals to the best of the human spirit. It’s about the ability to live with dignity. To love the way you wish. To think what you wish. To speak what you wish. To associate with whom you wish. It’s the idea that we are sovereign over our bodies, our minds, and our spirits. To artic- ulate that in a way that gives freedom to people across the globe is one of the greatest aspirations.”


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Mariana Cook

JUSTICE fAces of the humAN rights revolutioN Mariana Cook Desmond Tutu “ Archbishop Desmond Tutu is

Desmond Tutu

Archbishop Desmond Tutu is Archbishop Emeritus of Cape Town, South Africa, a veteran anti-apartheid activist and peace campaigner often described as “South Africa’s moral conscience.”

And isn’t it extraordinary, in a world where might does sometimes seem to be right, that in the end it is goodness that prevails? We were involved in a struggle against the injustice of apartheid. Many times we seemed overpowered. The apartheid government had all the paraphernalia imaginable. “

Even so, goodness ultmately prevailed

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sandra lim — Above Us Are the last lights

planting something within us that also represents death for the taking at every turn;

greeting the season all coated in soft silver with a strong handshake;

loving and hating, those buttons done up all the way to the top of your sweater.

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Alison shaw

ArTIsT ProfIlE Alison shaw Skaket Beach II 2013 Arts & Ideas Late Summer 2013 35

Skaket Beach II 2013

Alison shaw

Alison shaw Menemsha II 2008 I need to watch the pattern. I’m always really paying attention.

Menemsha II 2008

I need to watch the pattern. I’m always really paying attention. I spend a lot of my time watching things, being a fly on the wall. I’m never documenting in the traditional sense of the word. It’s always my own take on it. One key project I did years ago in the mid-nineties, was photographing his 24 foot day sailor. I was hired to photograph it being constructed at Gannon and Benjamin in my own way, in a way that no one else would have photographed it, that brought my own art to it. I was hired to see the boat in a way that people wouldn’t necessarily see it. I was broadening their vision of what the boat is and what the craft is. The dock this morning that I was photographing, if I were going to truly document it from a neutral perspective, it would be in neutral light and freezing the water as it moved. But, I had this whole vision in my mind of showing all of the pilings, but with the

in my mind of showing all of the pilings, but with the Nantucket Sound 2008 moving

Nantucket Sound 2008

moving water— and it has that early morning light. The quality of light and the fact that the water is going to be moving and that the pilings are shown as much as possible; I’m showing as many as I possibly can and the negative space in between. I’d move an inch left or right to go from all bunched together to slightly separated. So, it’s really paying attention. And, I can’t do this in the evening, because the light’s coming from the wrong direction. Early morning, like this morning— it was raining as I pulled up there— they are still back-lit. Therefore it makes the pilings darker against the lighter sky. Rather than if the light were from another direction an hour after The tone, if I were doing the same thing at dusk, rather than at dawn with the light coming from behind me, the exposure, the darkness, or the value of the pilings versus the background is going to be much closer, a lower contrast. — That would make it less interesting.

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Fishing Pier II, Oak Bluffs 2013

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Excerpted from See Now Then, A novel by Jamaica Kincaid, published by farrar, straus and Giroux. Excerpt provided by permission of the author. Copyright (c) 2013 by Jamaica Kincaid,

see now then

by Jamaica Kincaid

s ee now then, the dear Mrs. Sweet who lived with her husband

Mr. Sweet and their two children, the beautiful Persephone and

the young Heracles in the Shirley Jackson house, which was in

a small village in New England. The house, the Shirley Jackson

house, sat on a knoll, and from a window Mrs. Sweet could look down on the roaring waters of the Paran River as it fell furiously and swiftly out of the lake, a man-made lake, also named Paran; and looking up, she could see surrounding her, the mountains name Bald and Hale and Anthony, all part of the Green Mountain Range; and she could see the firehouse where some- times she could attend a civic gathering an hear her government represen- tative say something that might seriously affect her and the well-being of her family or see the firemen take out the fire trucks and dismantle various parts of them and put the parts back together and then polish all the trucks and then drive them around the village with a lot of commotion before putting them away again in the firehouse and they reminded Mrs. Sweet of

the young Heracles, for he often did such things with his toy fire trucks; but just now when Mrs. Sweet was looking out from a window in the Shirley Jackson house, her son no longer did that. From that window again, she could see the house where the man who invented time-lapse photography lived but he was dead now; and she could see the house, the Yellow House, that Homer had restored so carefully and lovingly, polishing the floors, painting the walls, replacing the pipes, all this in the summer before that awful fall, when he went hunting and after shooting with his bow and arrow the largest deer he had ever shot, he dropped down dead while trying to load it into the back of his truck. And Mrs. Sweet did see him lying in his coffin in the Mahar funeral home, and she thought then, why does a funeral home always seem so welcoming, so inviting from the outside, so comfort- able are the chairs inside, the beautiful golden glow of the lamplight softly embracing every object in the room, the main object being the dead, why

is this so, Mrs. Sweet said to herself as she saw Homer, lying all alone and

snug in his coffin, and he was all dressed up in brand-new hunting clothes,

a red and black plaid jacket made of boiled wool and a red knitted hat, all

clothing made by Woolrich or Johnson Bros. or some outdoor clothing outfitters like that; and Mrs. Sweet wanted to speak to him, for he looked so much like himself, to ask him if he would come to paint her house, the

Shirley Jackson house, or could he come and do something, anything, fix the pipes, clean the gutters of the roof, check to see if water had leaked into the basement, because he appeared to be so like himself, but his wife said to her, Homer shot the biggest dear of his life and he died while trying to put it in the back of his truck; and Mrs. Sweet was sympathetic to the worldly-ness of the dead, for she could make herself see the army of worms, parasites, who had, without malice aforethought, begun to feed on Homer and would soon reduce him to the realm of wonder and disillusion so sad, so sad all of this that Mrs. Sweet could see then, while standing at the window of the house in which Shirley Jackson had lived and across the way was the house in which old Mrs. McGovern had died and she had lived in it for many years before she became old, she had lived in her house, build in a neoclassical-some- thing style that harkened back from another era, long ago, long before Mrs. McGovern had been born and then became a grown-up woman who mar- ried and lived with her husband in the Yellow House and made a garden of only peonies, big white one that were streaked with a wine-dark red on the petals nearest the stamens, like an imagined night crossing an imagined day, so had been those peonies in Mrs. McGovern’s garden and she had grown other things but no one could remember what they were, only her peonies were committed to memory when Mrs. McGovern had died and so therefore vanished from the face of the earth, Mrs. Sweet had dug up those peonies from that garden, “Festiva Maxima” was their name, and planted them in her own garden, a place Mr. Sweet and the beautiful Persephone and even the young Heracles hated. The Pembrokes, father and son, mowed the lawn, though sometimes the father went off to Montpelier, the capital, to cast votes for or against, as he felt to be in the best interest of the people who lived in that village in New England, which even now is situated on the banks of the river Paran; and the other people in that village, the Woolmingtons lived always in their house, and the Atlases too, and so also were the Elwells, the Elkinses, the Powerses; the library was full of books but no one went into it, only parents with their children, parents who wanted their children to read books, as if reading books were a mysterious form of love, a mystery that must remain so. The small village in New England held all that and much more and all that and much more was then and now, time and space inter- mingling, becoming one thing, all in the mind of Mrs. Sweet.


A ll that was visible to Mrs. Sweet as she stood in the window, at

the window, but so much was not visible to her then, it lay

before her, all clear and still, as if trapped on a canvas, enclosed

in a rectangle made up of dead branches of Betula nigra, and

she could not see it and could not understand it even if she could see it:

her husband, the dear Mr. Sweet, hated her very much. He so often wished her dead: once then, a night when he had returned home after performing a piano concerto by Shostakovich to an audience of people who lived in the nearby villages and so felt they wanted to get out of their homes from time to time, but as soon as they left their homes they wanted to return immediately, for nothing was nearby and nothing was as nice as their own homes and hearing Mr. Sweet play the piano made them sleepy, their heads sometimes suddenly falling forward, and they struggled to keep their chins from landing on their chests and that happened anyway and there would be lurching and balancing and gulping and coughing and though Mr. Sweet’s back was turned away from his rural audience he could sense all this and he could feel every twitch, every shudder, as it registered in each individual. He loved Shostakovich and as he played the music written by this man— “The Oath to the People’s Commissar,” “Song of the Forests,” “Eight Preludes for Piano” —the grave sorrows and injustices visited on him flowed over Mr. Sweet and he was very moved by the man and the music that the man made and he wept as he played, pouring all of his feelings of despair into that music, imagining that his life, his precious life was being spent with that dreadful woman, his wife, the dear Mrs. Sweet, who love making three courses of French food for her small children and loved their company and she loved gardens and loved him and he was least worthy of her love, for he was such a small man sometime people mistook him for a rodent, he scurried around so. And he was not a rodent at all, he was a man capable of understanding Wittgenstein and Einstein and any other name that ended in stein, Gertrude included, the intricacies of the universe itself, the being Then and how Then becomes Now; how well he knew everything but he could not express himself, he could not show the world, at least as the world turned up in the form of the population of some small villages in New England, what a remarkable person he was then and had been and in time to come, these people who wore the same socks days in a row and didn’t dye their hair after it lost the natural color and the lust it had when they were young and they liked to eat foods that were imperfect, food made limp by natural pathogens or insects for instance, people who worried about the pilot light going out of the boiler and the pipes freezing because the house was cold and then the plumber would have to be called and that plumber would complain about the work of the plumber who came before him because plumbers always found each other’s work imperfect; and his audi- ence worried about all sorts of things Mr. Sweet had never heard of because he grew up in a city and lived in a large building that had many apartments in it and when things went wrong, someone named the Super was called to make it right: the Super could change a lightbulb, get the elevator to work again after it had ceased to do so, make the garbage disappear, scrub the

floor of the lobby, call the utility company if the utility company had to be called, the super could do many things and in Mr. Sweet’s life, when he was

a child, the super did them and Mr. Sweet had never heard of them until he came to live with that dreadful woman whom he had married and was now

the mother of his children, the mother of his beautiful daughter in particu- lar. The piano concerto came to an end and Mr. Sweet shook himself out of the deep sympathy he felt for the composer of the music and the audience shook themselves into their duck-feather-filled coats, which had trapped the smell of wood smoke from the fires build in the fireplaces and wood- burning stoves, that was a winter smell, that was a smell Mr. Sweet hated, the super would have taken care of that smell, this was not a smell of Mr. Sweet’s childhood; a dining room in the Plaza Hotel, his mother wearing French perfume, those were the smells of Mr. Sweet’s childhood and that then: the mother’s perfume, the Plaza Hotel. And he said a good night to those people who smelled as if they lived in rooms where wood was always burning in the woodstove, and immediately no longer thought of them as they drove home in their Subarus and second hand Saabs, and he put on his coat, a coat made from the hair of camels, a very nice coat double-breasted, that the beastly wife of his, Mrs. Sweet, had bought for him from Paul Stu- art, a fine haberdasher in the city where Mr. Sweet was born and he hated the coat because his benighted wife had given it to him and how could she know what a fine garment it was, she who had just not long ago gotten off the banana boat, or some other benighted form of transport, everything about her being so benighted, even the vessel on which she arrived, and he love the coat for it suited him, he was a prince, a prince should wear such

a coat, an elegant coat; and so glad he was rid of his audience, he slipped

behind the wheel of his own used Saab, a better one than most of the others, and he turned into a lane and then turned left onto another lane and after one quarter of a mile he could see his home, the Shirley Jackson house, the structure that held his doom, that prison and the guard inside, in bed already, most likely, surrounded by catalogs of flowers and their seeds, or just lying there reading The Iliad or The Library of Greek Mythology by Apollodorus, his wife that horrible bitch who’d arrived on a banana boat, it was Mrs. Sweet. But what if a surprise awaited him just inside the door, for even a poor unfortunate man as he, for so Mr. Sweet thought of himself, unfortunate to be married to that bitch of a woman born of beast; the surprise being the head of his wife just lying on the counter, her body never to be found, but her head severed from it, evidence that she could no longer block his progress in the world, for it was her presence in his life that kept him from being who he really was, who he really was, who he really was, and who might that really be, for he was a man small in stature and he really felt his small stature so keenly, especially when standing beside the young Heracles, whose deeds were known and they were great and he was famous for them, even before he was born.

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NT1, 84 x 72 x 2”, Acrylic on Canvas with Pulverized Glass

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Class Photo 2011 , Bronze, Dimensions Variable Carol Brown Goldberg Color School artist, Gene Davis,

Class Photo 2011, Bronze, Dimensions Variable

Carol Brown Goldberg

Color School artist, Gene Davis, was my teacher/mentor. Known for his large striped canvases, he would pace the Corco- ran Art School studio, hands in pocket, while meting out pearls of personal philosophy and reflection. Something he said and later wrote;

“Look at the painting in terms of individual colors. In other words, instead of simply glancing at the work, select a specific color such as yellow or a lime green, and take the time to see how it operates across the paint- ing. Approached this way, something happens, I can’t explain it.”

In 2004 my work was focused on color and how the eye sees nuanced values. The size of the painting, averaging 7 feet by 8 feet is an important factor. Broad parameters allow greater lati- tude for peripheral vision, and the peripheral vision is what cre- ates the illusion of light, or the center aura.

A meditative process of painting is essential.

Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. — T.S Eliot

Small circles or markings sit atop writings, drawings, lined geometric shapes, pulverized glass, or gestures of ‘thrown’ paint. I like the synthesis of freedom and order, daring and doubt… not the willing suspension of doubt, but its embrace. I am comfortable with opposites, with contradictions, with ambi- guity. Through a practice of rhythmic repetition of brushstrokes, my mind is free to think and feel about the unobservable, the infinite, life, death, and everything in between.

Sculpture: I had a sculpture commission in Spain, at the same time as the Clinton-Obama debates. I moved a work table in front of the television and began to glue disparate elements together with no pre-conceived idea of what the final image would be, a bit of a Dada happening. It seemed as if the debates were generating these works. The process is similar to paint- ing, where the meditation of setting my hands free from my con- scious mind allows me a kind of wild freedom of form. After 5 weeks, I had over 150 anthropomorphic maquettes made of spigots, electrical items, pipe fittings, gadgets.


ArTIsT PorTrAIT Bullet Marks , pastel on paper, 16 x 20" richard limber Vanity and delusion

Bullet Marks, pastel on paper, 16 x 20"

richard limber

Vanity and delusion propel much of the creativity within and around us. Empathy and substance are my elusive counterpoints. Vanity motivates me to think my efforts can engage a viewers perceptions of the world. Empathy forces me strive to reach beyond my cloistered art life into a world of dynamic and ominous change. I create in a fast, spontaneous (semi-delusional), manner, when something pushes me— no repetitive methodology. As a result I throw away most of my efforts. Substance comes from imagery that both presents traditional composition elements and documents a specific moment. The picture” bullet marks”, derives from a New York Times photo of a well dressed girl lost in thought in front of a large bullet pocked wall (in Tripoli, Libya, in 2011). The face is where I focused my attention— with the use of strong complementary color to contrast the colorless marks behind her. The aim of the composition is to present a strong, simple “hook”, the girl, who draws the viewer into a more mysterious menacing space. She is innocent, could live around the block, but is in a war zone— a “timeless beauty” effected by our tax dollars.


rebecca Wolff

let’s put our heads together

and open our mouths

what caverns inside

will be what

joins us

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ArTIsT ProfIlE Solitaire, 50 x 72”, Oil on linen Jeanne staples Blenheim Spot , 20 x

Solitaire, 50 x 72”, Oil on linen

Jeanne staples

ProfIlE Solitaire, 50 x 72”, Oil on linen Jeanne staples Blenheim Spot , 20 x 34”,

Blenheim Spot, 20 x 34”, oil on linen

When I was a student at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, I painted a lot of portraits. Portrait painting, portrait drawing, life drawing, cast drawing. My primary concern at that time was simply to get a good likeness. It’s always been the philosophy of the school to immerse the students in the fundamentals of art training, even during the ‘60s and ‘70s when other art schools abandoned this practice. In the last ten years I’ve reconnected with the portrait, but I’m pretty clear that I’m not a “portrait painter.” I never do commissions. Most times, people have a very specific idea of how they would like to look when captured in oil on canvas, and I don’t think I would be very good at figuring that out.

Waiting, 50 x 36”, oil on linen I discovered that I have become more interested

Waiting, 50 x 36”, oil on linen

I discovered that I have become more interested in the idea of populating my

canvases with figures which are in service to a story. A few years ago, when I

started my painting series Present Pending, I began to think of the portraits as

a collection of paintings that, separately and collectively, would suggest the

exposition of a story. Each piece is designed to give the viewer a sense of one of the actors in the narrative and a setting. Collectively the players interact and the narratives connect, but without telling the whole tale, letting the viewers complete the story themselves.

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Nearly all my portraits now seem to be inspired in this way, whether it’s a one-off portrait, part of a series, or one of my 3-D paired painting installations. The figures are meant to live in an ambiguous narrative where the viewer is invited to draft the next chapters. I am endlessly fascinated with the idea of creating art that aspires to engage the viewer — draw them in, invite their participation, tease their imagination. That’s what a good exposition does for me, and the pursuit of it in my work keeps me engaged.

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Brendan o’neil Environment

M artha’s Vineyard may not be the first place you think of when you hear the term “Environmental Justice”. What does the concept mean in the context of our Island? Most people think of Environmental Justice as the fight for fairness when it comes to the distribution of positive and negative environ-

mental impacts – and that’s true. It is a global movement that emerged largely in response to the disturbing trend where polluting industries were building in areas with the least powerful political voices. Elsewhere, Environmental Justice is characterized as a struggle where one party suffers the harms of environmental damage while the other reaps the financial rewards of the exploitation. On the Vineyard however, this particular dichotomy does not quite fit. For the most part, we are all in it together. All of us stand to benefit more from environmental protection than exploitation. Importantly for our Vineyard experience, Environmental Justice is also a social move- ment that is very much locally-based. On Martha’s Vineyard, it involves a confluence of public and private groups and individuals applying pressure from many different direc- tions, all aimed at building a workable definition of the elusive term “sustainability”. The Vineyard Conservation Society (VCS) has fought to forge that workable definition for nearly 50 years. Stated broadly, the goal is to bring consumption patterns across a range of sectors within levels that can be sustained into the future— indefinitely.

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Moshup Trail West View , 16 x 20”, oil on canvas, by rez Williams Arts

Moshup Trail West View, 16 x 20”, oil on canvas, by rez Williams

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Brendan o’neil : land

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How to do that? We must start by reaching consensus that this Island community will safeguard the integrity of our natu- ral resource support system. That means keeping farmland and wildlife habitat from being consumed. For VCS, it translates into advocating for open space acquisition, facilitating gifts of perma- nent conservation restriction on privately-owned lands, and urging tighter land-use regulation. The famous quote about land attributed to Mark Twain – that they’re not making any more of it –has particular poignancy in the context of our small Island. Unsustainable land development is fragmenting our assemblage of native plants and animals, contami- nating our ponds with nitrogen from septic systems, and clogging our rural roads with traffic. Thousands more houses can be built in the years ahead under existing zoning. And climate change is bringing sea level rise and more severe storm impacts that will force a major rethinking of existing land use. High on the Environmental Justice agenda must therefore be creative thinking about limits-to-growth. For decades it has been a taboo subject, for a variety of reasons. Fortunately, on the heels of the Martha’s Vineyard Commission’s regional Island Plan, a consensus is emerging: No one wants to see the future face of the Vineyard that is predicted by our current unsustainable growth trajectory. But land use is also tied to a myriad of other sustainability threads. We must advance sustainability in the area of energy through improved efficiency of our machines, use of appropriate renewable technologies, and energy conservation in our homes and businesses. In the area of food production, we must put prime agriculture soils to work by preserving existing farms and buying local. Making our water resource sustainable means protecting our ponds and drinking water supplies, perfecting technology to remove nitrogen from wastewater, conserving undeveloped land, and expanding our shellfish economy. So perhaps Martha’s Vineyard is just the place to demonstrate leadership in the area of Environmental Justice. After all, we welcome visitors and “opinion leaders” from around the globe. If we can serve as an idea incubator for principles of sus- tainability, and demonstrate that they work, the seeds will spread! As one ardent VCS supporter put it, “if there’s any place where this can happen, it will be on Martha’s Vineyard.”

Brendan O’Neil is the Director Vineyard Conservation Society. Site:

Beth Kramer libraries

The library is now more than just a place where you grab a book and sit quietly. It is increasingly a place that fosters social interactions and where knowledge and ideas are created and shared. The very nature of a public library as a public, free space creates opportunities for creative people and their audiences. In our old space, the art wall hosted artists from the island who might not have a chance to share their art in other venues and provided an opportunity for them to speak about their creative process. In our new space, we will have a room where art will shine and where our community can gather together to meet the artist (and each other). One example of something we are currently providing for kids during our transition is computer time for a shared computer game

called Minecraft. It is exciting to watch these children share adventures with their friends and work together to create wonderful, imaginative worlds. The library has long been offering programs on written and visual art, music, culinary ideas and crafts, but our new space will afford an opportunity to do more hands-on learning. As the library moves into its new space, we will create an area that facilitates informal learning opportunities. We will open our doors to inventors and creators in

our community to share their knowledge in a real hands-on way.

plan to have a MakerSpace with the tools, access and training to give our community a chance to play and learn. We will invite “Makers in Residence” to share their creative energy with the public. This change in what the library is— from a place where one absorbs information to a place where creative expression is fostered— is the next step in the future of public libraries.


Beth Kramer is the Executive Director of the West Tisbury Free Public Library. Site:

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Splash the Day Away, 12 x 24”, egg tempera on Ampersand Clayboard, by harry seymour

Edward Zlotkowski Education

When we think of social justice in relation to education, we often think of questions of access: Who has access to what schools? But access, though undoubtedly important, is not the only area where questions of social justice and education intersect. What happens once any student is actually enrolled in a school should concern us just as much, for unless that student is taught in a way appropriate to how she/he best learns, access may simply lead to frustration and failure. The great educator Paolo Freire knew this well and characterized the pedagogy that prevails in most of our schools as “fundamentally narrative.” The teacher talks and the student listens. Eventually, words lose their transformative power and simply become sounds – washing over the student’s consciousness. Alienated from formal education – even if she/he continues to attend school – the student loses interest and psychologically drops out. Teachers, as one might expect, tend to deny that this is the case in their classroom. Several years ago I travelled around the country interviewing first-year college students. Among the many discoveries I made two stand out. First, the vast majority of students described themselves as “hands-on” learners. Second, no teacher ever admitted to “lecturing” too much – even when that was precisely what her/his students had just told me. These discov- eries should not surprise us. One study suggests that approximately 20% of all students are kinesthetic learners – they need to move to learn well. Another study notes that while 75% of the general

population prefers learning that goes from the concrete to the abstract, 75% of America’s higher education teachers prefer the opposite. Several decades ago, the contemporary service-learning move- ment was launched in part to address this mismatch. By struc-

turing class assignments around concrete community needs and challenges, teachers could not only help students bond more deeply with their community, they could also help them find new avenues to excellence. Indeed, in Making the Most of College, Richard Light stresses that even for Harvard students learning through experiences outside the classroom is vital. Over the last decade,

a wide range of resources has become available to assist teachers –

on every level – in designing and implementing community-based assignments. Because my wife and I moved to the Vineyard only after our only child had started college, I have not had much direct experi- ence with the island school system. Still, it seems to me that we have here both the diversity of learner needs and the commitment to community required to make service-learning an effective educa- tional resource. Doing so could create another valuable strand in the weave of island life. It could bring together otherwise uncon- nected social groups, address a multitude of concrete needs, and

help insure our children have a wide variety of paths to achieving success. When the greatest number of students possible has such

a path, we link social justice and education in a way that benefits all of us.

Edward Zlotowski is a West Tisbury resident, a retired professor of English and national and international consultant on ‘service learning.’

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Cathlin Baker Compassion

f or most of my adult life I lived in cities, Philadelphia and New York. I was profoundly affected by the poverty I encountered in both places – the abandoned and gutted out row houses, the soaring towers of housing projects, the violence and ill

health, the struggles of immigrants and refugees. And all this existed alongside tremendous wealth. The injustices were glaring and I was compelled to respond. In that response, I discovered a diverse commu- nity of people committed to social justice. When I moved to Martha’s Vineyard to start my new ministry, I didn’t yet have an imagination for how I would engage the issues of the day in this place, nor did I know how my perspective on suffering would evolve. Through my role as pastor to a broad spectrum of Islanders, I have borne witness to the pain and hardships of our neighbors. Down the long sandy roads, beside the lapping waves, in gingerbread cottages, in generationally owned family homes and in winter and summer rentals, all forms of suffering reside. Economic collapse, physical and mental illness, hunger and homelessness, family violence and loneliness are all present here. Because suffering is more hidden on the Island, I believe we must cultivate a compassionate heart, attuned especially to what we cannot see. For suffering is everywhere, no one is immune, including us. By staying awake to our own suffering, we can use it as a source of connection to neighbors and strangers alike. Can the suffering we know from an illness give us a new heart for the poor? Can our loneli- ness teach us about the immigrant experience? I believe our fragility, our common human condition, can be a source of strength and unity, and can inspire action for justice. But first we must sit with the pain.

The Rev. Cathlin Baker First Congregational Church West Tisbury, MA

Zelda Gamson social Justice

Philosophers have been talking about justice at least since Plato; they are still talking. Social movements try to achieve social justice for those they fight for—African Americans, women, the poor, gays, soldiers. I have always been with those who fight for justice. As a member of the Congress on Racial Equality, I worked for equal treatment of blacks in housing. As a peace activist, I demonstrated against the wars in Vietnam War and Iraq. I have supported Occupy Wall Street. Doing so makes me feel good, whole — right with the world. Where do these feelings come from? I have always been aware of injustice and my responsibility to do something about it. My parents were both immigrants, my mother from a village near Kiev and my father from Odessa. I was a child during World War II and not shielded, as some American Jewish kids were, from the concentration camps and the murder of millions of Jews. I knew all about Hitler and had fantasies about parachuting into his head- quarters and killing him. There but for the grace of God go I. I understood that those children in the camps could have been me. And the adults could have been my parents, aunts, uncles and grandparents. Some of the relatives who stayed behind disappeared, not to be found again. We used to take in refugees from the war and many of them had numbers on their arms. There but for the grace of God go I. So you might say I am a grateful survivor in America, an America whose ideals my father would recite by heart:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

When I was growing up in Philadelphia, I cried when we would drive through poor black neighborhoods, or when a family of gypsies were living in a storefront, or when I saw veterans with no legs, begging. How could this be, I would ask my parents? This was America. They couldn’t tell me. Those scenes have stayed with me. As I grew up, I tried to make America live up to itself. I tried to repair the world, or tikkun olam, as Jews are taught. Which requires that you are not just for yourself. Social justice does not mean charity but fighting the forces that cause the need for charity. So I came to the island and what did I see? More opportunities to repair the world. I saw inequality in wealth and income, the smugness of those who have everything, the resulting housing crunch for the middle class, the need for a food bank and clothing drives. All are evidence of social injus- tices. We need to put them right.

Zelda Gamson is an Island resident, and a sociologist and writer who taught at the University of Michigan and the University of Massachusetts Boston.

len Morris Children

I think of how we treat all children when I measure justice in

the world. My heroes are normal people who show compassion by taking action.


I was in DC to tape an interview at the Supreme Court and

looked out the window of my luxury suite, within view of the Capitol Rotunda. I noticed several mothers with babies in tow.

Around the corner I discovered the largest and oldest adult home-

less shelter in D.C

bling childhood. My friend Jamila couldn’t stand this and started a Playtime Project. Playtime Project takes the kids out of the shelters, plays with them and helps their families get social services. The Home- less Children’s Playtime Project is thriving— unfortunately not in danger of obsolescence.

Children live there without anything resem-

There are two million homeless children in America.


Standing on a playground at an elementary school in Kenya, the headmaster told me that many of the students put stones in their lunch pails to escape the shame of detection. Today, only 25% of Kenyan elementary schools have a school lunch program. At one school in Masaailand, where cattle are sometimes prized more than young girls’ education, the headmaster of the local school started a fish farm and managed to sell every fish to the pastoralist parents of his students. The monies helped offset the costs of school lunch. In another village in Western Kenya, farmers were given fertil- izer in exchange for a pledge to tithe 10% of their crop to estab- lishing a school lunch program. Farm-yields increased five fold

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and at last count 8 schools had started to feed the children. That program lasted two years and lost its funding.

One billion children are malnourished world-wide. The World Food Program feeds 23 million every day in 62 countries and could do more— if they had the money.


On a dumpsite in central Brazil I met three generations of women (grandma, mother and daughter) all scavenging for food or anything salable. Eventually, the daughter would attend school through a cash transfer program called the Bolsa Escola. Her mom imagined she’d become the principal of the school. Over 40 mil- lion children are in school today, in 20 countries, using this anti- poverty program. It could be expanded, if there were more money.

Worldwide, nearly 70 million children have never set foot in school.


Each of these snapshots, is a measure of justice. The statistics can be numbing but the children themselves are very real and their childhoods are fragile and pass quickly. Robert, Sister Mary, Jamila, the Headmaster, are the heroes— they show their compassion daily in what they do.

Desmond Tutu told us something I will never forget

“These children are not figures on a page, they are flesh and blood. Picture the face of a child you love, picture your own child.”

And, he said one other important thing

“If you want to enjoy all you have

share it.”

Len Morris is the Editorial Director of Media Voices for Children, a documentary filmmaker, lecturer and advocate for children’s human rights. Site:

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Into the Light, Photograph by Bob Avakian

David Vigneault home

M y wife longed for a stable home in which to raise

children. My two daughters allow that our house is

nice but plan something closer to the ocean for their

selves. I’m mostly content if the counters are clean

of homework, unpaid bills, dirty dishes or any of the other happy detritus of a full life. Home - different meanings for different people - but, if we start at shelter and add dependability we move towards the sense of security that underpins the idea of home for many of us. After that it is the aggregate of personal choices, fancies and concessions as well as the efforts made, shared, given or received that helps define our community’s appearance, its sensibility and its day to day reality. For some years now our national discussion has foundered on dissimilar notions of an individual’s rights and their primacy over shared responsibility to each other. Cherry picked references to the intentions of our country’s founders skip over the significance in their thinking of a “social contract” between individuals, each other and their government. The trading of individual rights for the “protection” of the larger group was a central tenet in their discussions. Questions of degree and type of trade-off abounded but the “common good of society” as an influence on that balance was prevalent throughout both the high-minded pursuit of a representative form of government and the practical mechanics that made that ideal extant on the ground.

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Love or hate them, the recent Supreme Court’s rulings affecting voting and marriage indicate continued important attention paid to legal, political and social rights of individuals and groups. And yet, across groups, our nation currently has wealth inequity rivaling our colonial period, anecdotal social mobility versus actual and an intersect between declining incomes and rising housing costs that sees more than 6.5 million U.S. households spending at least half their income on housing. Our representative government’s response is to mimic the blind philosophers and define this elephant as expenditures, entitlements and budget excesses only with revenues, tax policy and record corporate profits not part of their purview. There seems a direct line from the foreshortened definition of our governmental system as based largely on the individual to our inability to address reasonably the practical difficulties assailing the majority of our citizens. Where are the voices that remind us of our systemic duty to diligently attempt the balance of the two? Here on the island we have great natural beauty, varied opportunity, significant wealth and myriad acts of generosity cheek to jowl with high costs of living, seasonal employment swings, an aging population and limited possibilities for younger families. We all have friends, neighbors and work associates who rollercoaster through seasonal leases and potential year-round situations that materialize and disappear with regularity. Still, many of us were surprised to hear that this past January’s point-in-time homeless count on the Vineyard turned up 140 individuals, 80 in one abandoned building alone. Our surprise at such numbers should only broaden our efforts to increase housing opportunities and supports along the greater spectrum of need. That effort, inclusive of slow progress, significant celebrations, occasional set-backs and lengthening process, continues to help define our community. One of my four sisters came to believe that home was anywhere she was free from the interference of her family and anyone else she felt had too much to say about how she lived. That definition aged her prematurely and, when cumulative health issues mounted a year ago, kept help that would have saved her life a room’s length away. Shelter, yes; home, maybe; community, no.

David Vigneault is the Executive Director of the Dukes County Regional Housing Authority. email:

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This excerpt from What Then Must We Do?: Straight Talk About the Next American Revolution, Copyright (C) 2013 by Gar Alperovitz, is reprinted here with the permission of Chelsea Green Publishing.

What Then Must We Do?

toward a community-sustaining system

by Gar Alperovitz

h istory has a way of surprising us, especially in times when serious change seems impossible. The modern civil rights movement, the feminist movement, the gay rights move- ment, even the modern conservative movement (which was

modest in the early postwar era), all rose to major power without ben- efit of pundit prediction. Indeed, the success of all these movements was quite contrary to the conventional wisdom at the time, which held that nothing serious could change. Nor did anyone predict the Arab Spring revolutions in the Middle East, or the radical shifts in power that have overthrown conservative and authoritarian governments throughout Latin America in the last two decades. Farther back, how many people in 1989 predicted that the Berlin Wall would fall, or that within two years the Soviet Union would dissolve, or that within five years apartheid would finally end in South Africa? The American Revolution itself stands as a reminder that a small and totally outgunned group of determined people could defeat the then most powerful empire in the world. I am no utopian; I am a historian and political economist. I am cautious about predictions of inevitability—including the assumed inevitability, dictated from on high, that nothing fundamental can ever change. It is possible—indeed, perhaps likely—that at some point the pain, tensions, loss of belief, and anger building up in America will lead to something far more explosive and transformative than business-as- usual politics. And it is our responsibility—yours and mine and other Americans’—in advance of such a time to openly consider what might make sense, how to proceed, and what our role in the matter might be. The place to begin is with the profound challenge now confronting us in connection with the truly fundamental American values—equal- ity, liberty, and democracy; and with the ongoing loss of belief in the corporate system’s capacity to achieve and nurture these values, not to

mention those involving global sustainability. I am not talking, simply, about the need to address social and economic and climate change pain, as important as they are. I am talking about addressing something much deeper. A nation that proclaims a creed based on centrally important values but continues to violate them in practice is setting itself up for chal- lenges much more serious than the problems of “normal” politics. If the trends continue to decay—and there is every reason to believe that most, in fact, are likely to—we will clearly be entering what social scientists term a “legitimation crisis”: a time when the values that give legitimacy to the system no longer can, in fact, be achieved by the system. The late Seymour Martin Lipset and William Schneider, cautious researchers studying the loss of belief in American institutions during the 1980s at a time even before the economic and social pain had begun to deepen, concluded:

The situation is much more brittle than it was at the end of the

1920s, just before the Great Depression, or in 1965, immediately preceding the unrest occasioned by the Vietnam War and the

outbreak of racial tension

substantial support for movements seeking to change the system in a fundamental way.

The outcome could very well be

Their conclusion, though premature, stands as a warning—and a challenge— to our own time. At minimum it is another reminder of the importance of considering strategies beyond the usual political routes to change—an “Option Six,” if you like.

Put another way, the deepening difficulties also suggest the possibil- ity that we may now be well into the prehistory of the next American revolution, that Option Six may ultimately involve longer-term changes much greater than many have contemplated. It is never possible to know in advance what may or may not occur. Nonetheless, such a time is a time when it is also our responsibility to begin to consider the funda- mental question of how a “next system” might and should be organized, a time to begin to explore new ways to achieve the great American values that can no longer be achieved by the dying system. Understood in this larger perspective, the various efforts under way that offer the possibility of democratizing the ownership of wealth may not only help bolster traditional progressive political strategy, but also help lay down critical building blocks for something far

more fundamental. Which also means it is time to begin to get serious about the ques- tion: If you don’t like corporate capitalism and you don’t like state socialism, what do you want? It is time to throw off the blinders that suggest we must always and forever be constrained by systemic alterna- tives whose main lines of development can be traced back more than a hundred years—indeed, far longer back in historical time. That the question may be of more than passing interest is also suggested by the fact that the words capitalism and socialism were the most-looked-up words in the Merriam-Webster online dictionary in 2012. A good way to start answering the question is to confront the profound challenge of community, and its practical requirements and systemic implications. The institutional requirements of community pose fundamental issues that neither corporate capitalism nor state socialism ever took seriously. The critical point of departure is the question: Can you ever have Democracy with a big D in any system if you don’t have democracy with a small d in the actual experience and everyday community life of ordinary everyday citizens? Especially at a time like ours when corporate power and money dominate? I’m talking about genuine democracy, not just voting. Real par- ticipation, the kind political theorist Benjamin Barber calls “strong democracy.” The kind where people not only react to choices handed down from on high, yea or nay, but actively engage, innovate, create options—and also decide among them. There are increasing numbers of experiments with what this means— some that we’ve visited in earlier chapters, and many others in the United States and around the world that point to a new direction, building from the bottom up. In such efforts the outlines of a very different, more vital, more engaged democracy for the next system are beginning to be forged, developed, expanded—starting in specific communities. There are also new, related theoretical outlines being generated by our leading scholars. The president of the American Political Science Association, Harvard professor Jane Mansbridge, writes: “Without an extensive program of decentralization and workplace democracy, few people are likely to have the political experiences necessary for under- standing their interests.” As she also observes, “They are most likely to come to understand their real interests in a small democracy, like a town or workplace, where members make a conscious effort to choose democratic procedures appropriate to the various issues that arise.” Other scholars—including Barber, Stephen Elkin, and Robert Putnam—have elaborated on similar themes. The spirit of such a vision, however, can be traced back to Alexis de Tocqueville and John Stuart Mill, who best understood the importance of getting things right at the community level. Here is Tocqueville: “Local assemblies of citizens con- stitute the strength of free nations. Municipal Institutions are to liberty what primary schools are to science; they bring it within the people’s reach, they teach men how to use and how to enjoy it.” And here is Mill: “We do not learn to read or write, to ride or swim, by being merely told how to do it, but by doing it, so it is only by prac- ticing popular government on a limited scale, that the people will ever learn how to exercise it on a larger.”*

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I need to stop the flow here to sharpen a critical point: It is not enough to urge such change, even to experiment with it, though both are important. A systemic challenge goes deeper, much deeper, and it brings us back full circle to who controls wealth—and for more than one reason. First, anyone who has considered the matter for more than five minutes knows that money influences elections big-time, that the distribution of power is intimately related to the distribution of income and wealth, and that democracy remains superficial and essentially compromised so long as this is so. But the hard place in the argument about how to achieve real change, the place that under- scores the need for systemic change rather than mere policy and political change, is that the old system, the one dominated by corporations with the hope that traditional politics can significantly alter the distribution of income and wealth (hence democracy!), no longer can achieve such change. Which means that either the next system will be built upon differ- ent ways to organize the ownership of wealth, or the ongoing trends will continue (with or without minor adjustments around the edges). Another way to say this is that there is a difference between an abstract vision of democratic practice and the value of democracy, on the one hand, and what is best termed a systemic design capable of achieving and sustaining that vision and that value, on the other. Which means, again: If you don’t like state socialism and you don’t like corporate capitalism, what do you want? And if you aren’t willing to answer that question, or even engage it, why should we listen to your concerns about the failings of the cur- rent system?

Just to dig a bit deeper into the difference between defining our values and vision and creating a serious systemic design capable of achieving and sustaining them, here’s a second challenge:

You can’t have a genuine experience of meaningful local democracy if communities are continually disrupted, the people moved hither and yon, and municipal government so dependent on corporate help that there is no room for any serious form of democratic choice.6 Accordingly, if the next system takes community and democracy from the ground up seriously, it will have to deal with stabilizing the local economies of our communities.

* The challenge such a vision presents to weak democracy understand- ings—and also to abstract slogans of “participatory democracy”—was captured by a wall poster during the 1968 uprisings in Paris: “Question: How do you conjugate the word ‘participate’? Answer: I participate, you participate, we participate. They decide!

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Island Gallery Guide

Visit and support our local galleries. They sustain artists and art markets.


88 Dukes County Ave.

oak Bluffs, MA, 02557

508 696 7429


11 Martha’s Park road Po Box 1533

oak Bluffs, MA, 02557

508 693 8548


32 north Water street

Po Box 40

Edgartown, MA, 02539

508 627 8794


51 Main street

Edgartown, MA, 02539

508 693 5456


71 Circuit Ave

oak Bluffs, MA, 02557

508 693 6656


985 state road

West Tisbury, MA, 02575

508 693 4691

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490 Indian hill road

West Tisbury, MA, 02575

508 696 9606


91 Dukes County Ave

oak Bluffs, MA, 02557

508 693 8877


19 summer street

Edgartown, MA, 02539

508 627 6227


38 n. Water st

Po Box 1930 Edgartown, MA, 02539

508 627 7003 facebook find: Eisenhauer-Gallery


30 featherstone lane

oak Bluffs, MA, 02557

508 693 1850


1050 state road Po Box 790

West Tisbury, MA, 02575

508 693 5595 facebook find: the-Field-Gallery


548 Edgartown road

West Tisbury, MA, 02575

508 693 7719


Kennedy studios Custom framing

66 Main street – Po Box 4657

Vineyard haven, MA, 02568

508 693 3948 Email:


24 south road

Chilmark, Ma. 02535

508 693 7799


54 Main street

Vineyard haven, MA, 02568

508 693 7373 facebook find: Louisa-Gould Twitter: @GouldGallery


58 Main street

Vineyard haven, MA, 02568

508 696 9500


27 north Water street

Edgartown, MA, 02539

508 627 6002 facebook find: North-Water-Gallery


58 Dock street

Edgartown, MA, 02539

608 627 4881


11 Winter street / nevin square Edgartown, MA, 02539

508 627 1066


367 lamberts Cover road

Vineyard haven, MA, 02568

508 696 8822


34 Beach road

Vineyard haven, MA, 02568

508 693 0153


56 Main street

Vineyard haven, MA, 02568

508 696 7323


34 south Pond road

Vineyard haven, MA, 02568

508 696 3109


636 old County road

West Tisbury, MA, 02575

508 693 0455 facebook find: the-Granary-Gallery


1059 state rd Po Box 774

oak Bluffs, MA, 02557

508 693 8989

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state rd Po Box 774 oak Bluffs, MA, 02557 508 693 8989 60 Arts &
state rd Po Box 774 oak Bluffs, MA, 02557 508 693 8989 60 Arts &
state rd Po Box 774 oak Bluffs, MA, 02557 508 693 8989 60 Arts &
state rd Po Box 774 oak Bluffs, MA, 02557 508 693 8989 60 Arts &
state rd Po Box 774 oak Bluffs, MA, 02557 508 693 8989 60 Arts &
state rd Po Box 774 oak Bluffs, MA, 02557 508 693 8989 60 Arts &
talks by authors, panel discussions & book signings AUG 3 AUG 4 EDGARTOWN 11- 5
talks by authors,
panel discussions & book signings
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Weekday and weekend events on Martha’s Vineyard throughout the month of October. Contact the Martha’s
Weekday and weekend events on Martha’s Vineyard throughout the month of October.
Contact the Martha’s Vineyard Chamber of Commerce at 508 693 0085.
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Featherstone center for the arts Info & Directions: In google maps, search “Featherstone
center for the arts
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In google maps, search “Featherstone Art”
Phone: 508-693-1850
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Every Tuesday at Featherstone
From June 18 to August 27, 2013
9:30 am to 2:00 pm
Summer Festival of Poetry
Tuesday, July 23 at 7pm:
Friday, August 9 at 7pm:
Tuesday, August 27 at 7pm:
John Koethe
Billy Collins
Nathalie Handal
Art Shows in the Pebble Gallery
July 25
- 28
beneath the surface: works by
Franny Werthwein & Bob Rosenbaum
Opening Reception
Thursday, July 25 from 4 to 6 pm
The Pebble Gallery
A two person show featuring
paintings and paper art by Franny
Werthwein and underwater
photography by Bob Rosenbaum.
Musical Mondays
Outdoor Music
June 24 - August 12 • 6:30 - 8:00 pm
$10 for adults • $5 w/Our Island Club Card
Children under 14 free • Outdoor Stage
Check our website for Gallery Shows,
Classes, Summer Camp and All Events
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Anne D. Grandin Selected paintings on display at PIKNIK Gallery, Art & Apparel 11 Winter

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Selected paintings on display at

PIKNIK Gallery, Art & Apparel

11 Winter Street/Nevin Square Edgartown 508-627-1066

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Summer 2013 Issue 2 — Number 5

Arts & Ideas — Martha’s Vineyard