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Photograph
of Charles Henry Ford by Penny Arcade, early 1990s
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Charles Henri Ford
(1913-2002) was a 20th century Renaissance man, admired for his
literary criticism, editing and publishing, poetry, photography, film
making, and visual art. "Flag of Ecstasy", written for Duchamp,
was the title poem of his 1972 poetry collection for Black Sparrow Press.
Ford was at the epicenter of the art world co-authored and influenced
by Duchamp. Nurtured and encouraged from a young age by the likes of
Ezra Pound, Gertrude Stein and William Carlos Williams, Charles's contemporaries
and collaborators later included Djuna Barnes, Parker Tyler, Pavel Tchelitchew,
Man Ray, Peggy Guggenheim, Andre Breton, Cecil Beaton, Salvadore Dali,
Jean Cocteau, William Burroughs, Ned Rorem, Joseph Cornell... the list
goes on.
Charles did not consent to recite his poetry often. This recording (2000)
is one of the few that exist. When Charles agreed to record, I asked
him to include "Flag of Ecstasy"
because of my personal interest in Duchamp. I was fascinated by Charles's
words written specifically for the amusement of Duchamp, whom Charles
greatly admired. At 92, his speech in the recording is slightly slurred,
but his voice carries the dignity and depth that characterize all of
his work, regardless of medium.
The music behind Charles's recitation is an atonal soundscape, my impressionistic
reaction to the poem. There is nothing "Duchampian" in the
logic or construction of this piece; it is simply a contemporary reaction
to Duchamp as an individual (Charles's poem) accompanied by my abstract
composition, which is designed to provoke but not distract the listener
from the poem. To collaborate with Charles, a genuine living Surrealist,
was an honor and a thrill indeed.
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Charles Henri Ford, "Flag of Ecstasy," published in View, vol.
5, no. 1 (March 1945), p. 4
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FLAG
OF ECSTASY
(For Marcel Duchamp)
by Charles Henri Ford
Over the towers of autoerotic honey
Over the dungeons of homicidal drives
Over the pleasures of invading sleep
Over the sorrows of invading a woman
Over the voix celeste
Over vomito negro
Over the unendurable sensation of madness
Over the insatiable sense of sin
Over the spirit of uprisings
Over the bodies of tragediennes
Over tarantism: "melancholy stupor and an uncontrollable desire
to dance"
Over all
Over ambivalent virginity
Over unfathomable succubi
Over the tormentors of Negresses
Over openhearted sans-culottes
Over a stactometer for the tears of France
Over unmanageable hermaphrodites
Over the rattlesnake sexlessness of art lovers
Over the shithouse enigmas of art haters
Over the sun's lascivious serum
Over the sewage of the moon
Over the saints of debauchery
Over criminals made of gold
Over the princes of delirium
Over the paupers of peace
Over signs foretelling the end of the world
Over signs foretelling the beginning of a world
Like one of those tender strips of flesh
On either side of the vertebral column
Marcel, wave! |
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