Van Gogh’s Ear Volume 10: The James Dean Tribute Edition (Edited by Tina Faye Ayres)

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The James Dean Tribute Edition

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Van Gogh's Ear 10 (by Tina Ayres)

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Founded by Ian Ayres and inspired by Allen Ginsberg, Van Gogh’s Ear: Best World Poetry, Prose & Art is an annual anthology series devoted to publishing powerful works by major voices and innovative new talents from around the globe. The goal of Van Gogh’s Ear is to make each volume a real eye-opener that stirs people’s emotions and ignites their imaginations. Experimental work is warmly embraced. The tenth volume of the series, in honor of the 60th Anniversary of his death and his 85th birthday on February 8, 2016, also humbly offers up a section dedicated with the sincerest of admiration and gratitude to James Dean. The section features interviews with Lew Bracker, Brenda Hayes, Jim Hayes, Val Holley, Mark Kinnaman, Cody Mullins, David Nall, Roy “Oily” Phillips, Denn Pietro, Lee Raskin, Steve Rowland, Grant County’s own local filmmaker Michael Mathias, and Charles Paul Waters, as well as artworks from Demetrie Kabbaz,Chris Burns, John Gilmore, Fred Larucci, Paul Lovering, Matt Pecson, Enric Torres-Prat, Andrew Read, and Brian Tones. Featuring a poem by A.D Winans as well as a note from the editor and a foreword from filmmaker/creator of Van Gogh’s Ear, Ian Ayres.

In this volume you will find:

POETRY BY : Linda D. Addison, Mike Allen, Ian Ayres, Kimberly Biggers, Heath Brougher, Stephen Byrne, Michael Ceraolo, Daulton Dickey, Julie A. Dickson, Laura Eklund, Jennifer Firestone, Skip Fox, Howie Good, John Grey, Krikor N. Der Hohannesian, A.J. Huffman, Kit Kennedy, Antonia Alexandra Klimenko, Linda Lerner, Thomas Ligotti, Mamta Madhavan, Maria Masington, Elizabeth Massie, Kevin McLellan, Richard King Perkins II, Judith Skillman, Peter Stahl, Paul Tristram, Phillip Ward, A.D. Winans, Michael Xavier, Ali Znaidi

ART AND PHOTOGRAPHY: Tom Bagshaw, Frederick Cooper, Teresa Elliott, Luke Hillestad, Fabio Interra, Fred Larucci, Scott Murphy, Kazuhiro Tsuji, Chie Yoshii

INTERVIEWS FEATURING: Mike Adkins, Mike Bailey, Becket, Courtney Bingham, Frances Callier & Angela V. Shelton, Debra Christofferson, Peter Cornell, Richard Fortus, Derek Frey, Toby Froud, Wendy Froud, Sean Gunn, Tracii Guns, Bart Harris, Ronnie King & Jack Grisham, Fred Larucci, David Lloyd, Jonathan Maberry, Michael O’Keefe, Robert Parigi, Anne Rice, Scott Schwartz, Ralph Stanley, Alice Stuart, Jeremy Sumpter, Kazuhiro Tsuji, Ann Walker

FEATURING THE QUICK DRAW CHARACTER INTERVIEWS: Eli Brocius (Nick Brown), Livinia Webb Dunlop Doe (Tasha Ames), John Henry Hoyle (John Lehr), Vernon Shank (Bob Clendenin), Pearl Starr (Alexia Dox), Clay Tidwell (David Hoffman), Wanda (Kate Frisbee), Ephraim Younger (Michael Anastasia)

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Paris supermarket siege eyewitness: “It was like the end of the world”

Eric Ellena, at the site of the kosher supermarket siege, pays his respect to the dead. (photo by Ian Ayres)

Eric Ellena, at the site of the kosher supermarket siege, pays respect to the dead. (photo by Ian Ayres)

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“Felice Picano: From a Distant Planet” by Ian Ayres

 

Felice Picano with Ian Ayres

Felice Picano with Ian Ayres

Antennae rise out of Felice Picano’s head. I blink and they are gone. Maybe I just thought I saw antennae. Reading about all those people who are convinced that “aliens walk among us disguised as humans” probably wasn’t a good idea before this interview. According to new research, however, alien-like forms have been found in pre-historic cave drawings. In fact, highly acclaimed scientists/astronomers such as Carl Sagan and Stephen Hawking believe in the probability of extraterrestrial life. Even the United States government, during a brief lapse in denying any knowledge of UFO crashes or alien autopsies, funded the SETI Institute (Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence). And what about the huge stone faces on Easter Island, the mystery of Stonehenge, and the beauty of crop circles?

Perhaps it is not only to us Earthlings that Felice Picano is known as a popular cultural icon. I can’t help but wonder if other beings in other galaxies also know him as one of the famed Violet Quill Club — a group of the most important post-Stonewall queer writers that included Andrew Holleran and Edmund White. After all, cyberspace keeps proving that anything is possible. So Felice Picano may very well be recognized intergalactically as an award winning author of 21 books, including the best-selling novels Like People in History and The Lure — not to mention his founding SeaHorse Press, the premier gay publishing house in New York City, as well as co-founding the Gay Presses of New York, being involved with many early gay publications, including The Advocate, Christopher Street and The New York Native, co-authoring The New Joy of Gay Sex with Charles Silverstein in 1992, and all he’s done to create the gay literary genre.

Yes, Felice Picano’s authored some of the best-known novels of the past three decades, and his Tales: From a Distant Planet (French Connection Press), continues to be widely acclaimed for offering the “best time story novella since H.G. Wells” along with six powerful tales — all in his literate, ironic, accessible brand of gay-friendly mystery, science fiction, fantasy, supernatural, romance, crime, and psychological genres. But I can’t help thinking that the Felice Picano we know and the real Felice Picano are not of the same world.

Ayres:
Are you from a distant planet?

Picano: When I was in the sixties’ drug-and-free-love communes, my name was “Oh-Fel-You’re-So-Far-Out.” So I always just assumed I was from a distant planet, although none was ever specified. And I always pretty much felt I was from another place because I had a clearer vision into what was going on around me. So I don’t think the distant planet that I’m from has yet been discovered. You know, we’re still discovering planets beyond Pluto. Pluto, I thought, was interesting. But it might be beyond Pluto.

Ayres: Is it true that Ingoldsby in Tales: From a Distant Planet nearly drove the typesetter to suicide?

Picano: The typesetter. The poor typesetter. Yes. Ingoldsby is an interesting story — it’s a short novel — that I think is the newest twist on time travel stories. I don’t think anybody has written anything quite like it since the original time travel story of H. G. Wells. But it’s told all in documents. Completely in documents. There’s not one word of non-documented narration in it. Newspaper stories, letters, depositions to the police, more letters, bank accounts, journals. And naturally each one of these had to look authentic and as close to the original as possible. Thus the problem of the poor typesetter who struggled mightily —  but successfully! — to get it to work. And who did a wonderful job eventually. And I’m sure the state will be paying for his mental care for many years.

Ayres: What gave you the idea to write a novella using such a variety of documents and fonts?

Picano: On the face of it it’s an incredible story. So I wanted to make it as credible as possible. And the best way for making something credible is to produce documents. So that, for example — if you had just lied about something — if you could produce three documents showing you’re true — that you didn’t lie — people are going to believe you. So that was the idea. This was a story that had been with me for about ten years. I tried it originally as a screenplay, and it was kind of a lousy screenplay. I then tried it as a stage play, where it worked a little better. One reason being you have people right in front of you and they were more believable. But it still didn’t work. And I thought and I thought and I said, “How should I do this?” And then I hit on that idea. I’m very happy with it.

Ayres: And Ingoldsby is more than a time travel story. It’s more far reaching. It’s also political in many ways. Would you say it’s a story of gay liberation?

Picano: Well, on the face of it it’s the story of a horny twenty-two-year-old graduate student — straight graduate student — who in the course of straightening out his life, by bending it very badly in time, manages to achieve a large portion of gay liberation for somebody who never even knew that gay liberation was around. Who never knew that it existed, because it was before its time. So I think of it as a very sort of sly little dig at politics. At politics and our past history — how wonderful, you know, there are all these people who say, “Oh, the olden days used to be so wonderful.” But for many people they were not. If you were black, if you were extremely working class — for many women, children, and especially gays — that was a bad, very bad spot.

Ayres: In addition to your novella Ingoldsby, Tales: From a Distant Planet includes seven short stories of very different genres. You have a mystery. You have a thriller in there.

Picano: Mystery, thriller, Sci-Fi stories — several Sci-Fi stories. I write in all kinds of genres. And I pretty much write stories for myself. Most of these are not written for magazines. Very seldom will a magazine or a newspaper or a —every once in a while an anthology will call me up and say, “Oh, we need a story on so and so.” But I pretty much write all my stories by myself for myself. And then they sit around waiting for somebody to be interested in them.

Ayres: Where do the ideas for them come from?

Picano: They just come from out of nowhere. Completely out of nowhere. A dream. A couple of them came from dreams. I’ll have a dream. The next morning I’ll wake up and I’ll say, “Oh, that was weird. I wonder if that’s a short story.” And then I’ll write a short story.

Ayres: Did any of Tales: From a Distant Planet come from dreams?

Picano: Yes. “The Lesson Begins” came from a dream. Definitely. I woke up and I said, “Oh, I feel like I’m a conscious mechanism sitting on the planet Mars. Something’s happening to me and I don’t know what it is.” One of the tales was published years ago. In a collection called Contemporary Terrors that Ramsey Campbell put together. It was published in England. And the others, really, I never sent out to anybody or had anybody look at them. Partly because I was too busy writing novels and memoirs and non-fiction and other things. Like I said, with me my stories — I’ve been writing books now for maybe thirty-five years — and I’ve written about thirty-two stories. So it’s like one story per year. And among all of my works, they are the most private of my writing. Because, like I say, I write them just for me. Just to put it down on paper.

Felice Picano (French Connection Press)

Ayres: How did the first story, “The Perfect Setting,” in Distant Planet come about?

Picano: “The Perfect Setting” came about because of a good friend of mine. A painter named Jay Weiss. We were young starving artists together. When he started getting some success and, moreover, when I started getting some success screwed me over a painting. And this was my little revenge against him.

Ayres: Would you say writing for you is cathartic?

Picano: Yes. Sometimes. Yes.

Ayres: Was “One Way Out”? That story’s a mindblower.

Picano: “One Way Out” was another dream. It was one of these dream situations where you’re in a dream . . . and then you find out the dream is not a dream. That it’s instead a life situation, and then you actually kind of have the choice of what to do. Whether to deal with it as a dream or not. So I was sort of playing with that. The ability of the mind to do various things. To choose madness, for example. I mean, everybody thinks that if you choose sanity, that’s the right thing to do. And I say sometimes sanity is so insane that you have to choose insanity.

Ayres: Why insanity?

Picano: Well, to find happiness.

Ayres: Ah. Which is more important than sanity.

Picano: Which is much more important because sanity is, you know, a concept — just a social concept — whereas happiness is completely personal.

Ayres: How did “Food For Thought” come about?

Picano: I envisaged a ship full of people in the future — who are explorers — arriving on a planet and when they got there, the only life form was one of them hearing in his mind “giggle-giggle.” People giggling. Something giggling.

Ayres: You have a vivid imagination. [Felice laughs] Do you just sit down in front of the keyboard and you see things, you hear things in your mind and you just go with it? Or, how do you work, usually?

Picano: No, usually the idea is there first. And then I try to follow the idea. I try to follow through. But I really don’t know where the ideas are coming from.

Ayres: What about “The Guest in the Little Brick House”?

Picano: That actually came because of a place — the place that I describe, which was a little brick house. I used to visit friends who I know used to live in the west Village of New York and, in fact, that little brick house — which was a tiny little cottage, a one-and-a-half or two-room cottage — set in the backyard of a double tenement on, I think it was, West Twelfth Street. I always wondered what was going on there. One day I asked one of my hosts. I could see it from their back window. One of my hosts said, “You come here tomorrow afternoon at such and such a time. You’ll see that the actors Jason Robards, Jr. and Lauren Bacall are going in there and having an affair.”

Ayres: But it’s a ghost story.

Picano: I know, well, the story developed differently than theirs. Theirs was interesting but boring, you know.

Ayres: Next in Distant Planet comes “The Lesson Begins,” which really is out of this world.

Picano: “The Lesson Begins” is a science fiction story told by a machine that gains consciousness during the course of the story. It learns. The machine learns and becomes conscious. And then, at the end of the story, it teaches you. It was written around the same time that Stanley Kubrick was writing the original script for A.I.: Artificial Intelligence. At the end of the film — which I think is one of his and Spielberg’s best movies — there are no people left. And the one thing that has lasted is this little boy mechanism — this little boy computer-generated figure — who contains within himself all the best things of mankind.

Ayres: There’s something depressing about that.

Picano: There’s something depressing but there’s also something exhilarating about it, too.


Ayres: What’s exhilarating about it? Mankind didn’t survive.


Picano: Maybe mankind shouldn’t survive. [we laugh] But the best thing about mankind was presented in this little boy who was loyal and loving and devoted and cute. And the very superior creatures who meet him realize that he represents something very, very pure in the universe. And they treat him as well as he can be treated. And he was a creation of mankind. So, in a way, what I and Kubrick and Spielberg are saying is that man may be very flawed but our creations can be a lot better than we are. They can outlast us. Of course, our ego’s at work. [laughs]


Ayres: Well, they can outlast us as long as Earth lasts.


Picano: No, even longer. This one even outlasts Earth. He’s over on Mars, in my story.


Ayres: How did “Secrets of the Abandoned Monument” come about?


Picano: I wrote a big, epic, science fiction novel called Dryland’s End — which was first published in 1995 in the U.S. at the same time as a major book of mine called Like People in History — so it didn’t get much attention. It came out literally in the same month by a small press. Like People in History blew it out of the water. But it did have its fans. And, in 2003, I was approached by another company to republish it. And this time I was given a chance to write an introduction, do a glossary, and do the artwork and everything. And I did. I was very happy with the result. And that book has gotten a lot of attention. It’s gone into gay book clubs and things like that. In fact, this past summer I stared writing — and have finished writing — a two-hour television pilot for a TV series for Dryland’s End. And have producers interested in it. And that world spawned other stories. Some of which I’ve written. Not all of which I’ve completed. Well, it was for a sequel or two, too. But one of the stories that it spawned was “Secrets of the Abandoned Monument.” Because my idea was that we can be around pretty much the way we are — although speaking differently and with different social and community concepts — so far in the future that we don’t remember where we came from. So the basis of this particular story is that there is a group of people called “The Originists” who are looking for the origin of humankind. Which, in the story, has been lost at this point. Six thousand years in the future. And they find a planet in the area, which is odd. And which is sending out a beam to them, and they’re thinking this is maybe the place to go to. So an archeological team, consisting of two groups of people — one group of these Originists who are determined to find the original root, and a group of just regular scientists — go there to see what’s going on. And they find a remarkable place that has its own mystery and story that ends up being connected with early mankind.


Ayres: What’s behind their discovery that the civilization had been wiped out by a virus?


Picano: No comment. [laughs] I don’t give plot points. All I know is that a great civilization was wiped out. Greater than we’ve ever had.


Ayres: Since Ingoldsby is the finalé of Tales: From a Distant Planet, I’ve got to ask: What inspired it?


Picano: The origin of Ingoldsby was reading books on Frank Lloyd Wright. Frank Lloyd Wright, when he first started designing homes, did go in the area where he grew up and had his first commissions and everything, and there were big prairie school rambling houses, his first original ideas were sort of from the areas around Madison, Wisconsin. Which is a sort of dairy land, conventional, blue state area that has all this fabulous architecture. And I kept on thinking about a particular house that had been built up and the people were in it and that was the basis of the story. In that case, the house itself was the core of the story.


Ayres: Are you working on anything now?


Picano: I’m working on a memoir. I’ve been working on memoir of which I’ve half written about being a small press publisher during the ’70s and ’80s in New York City.


Ayres: That’s right. You were a small press publisher.


Picano: Yes. I’ve published a lot of important writers. Dennis Cooper and Robert Glück and Harvey Fierstein and all these people. So I have all these tales — some of which are just —


Ayres: Did you publish Torch Song Trilogy?


Picano: I published Torch Song Trilogy. Yes. Yes. Well, it wasn’t even a trilogy. It was just two plays. He was writing the third. But, anyway, I have a lot of stories. Some good and some just horrible stories about people — authors. Good trash stories about authors who are going to be eating their hearts out when the memoir’s published. [laughs] I’m telling dirt on people! I’m really telling dirt on people. It’s writers and publishers who screw around with me too badly that generally get it. Sometimes it takes twenty years but I generally get them.


Ayres: What kind of things have they done? Nasty things? Backstabbing things?


Picano: Astounding backstabbing things. For what reasons, I don’t know. In the memoir I present sometimes a choice of reasons but, the point is, I don’t know why people do these things.


Ayres: Why was Distant Planet published in Europe first?


Picano: Because the publisher’s in Europe. No, I’m teasing you. It’s also available in the United States. But a French translation of it’s going to be released in the Spring. And it’ll be translated into Italian, too.


Ayres: Do you have other books in other languages?


Picano: Yes. Thirteen languages. Including Swahili, Japanese, and Hebrew. The New Joy of Gay Sex in Hebrew.


Ayres: Do you do book tours in those countries?


Picano: I’ve done book tours in Japan and in Germany. Which were successful and a lot of fun, too. And I like that. I just really think that the European market is overlooked by American publishers and American authors. I mean, every once in a while we’ll get like a — I think Paul Auster is living here and Bruce Benderson is living here — but very few authors aside from — that I know of — aside from Edmund White come here. And I think that’s ridiculous. You know, I really do think that it’s an international community and we should be out and around. I happen to like traveling. I happen to like going around to places. And I also like meeting my readers. Which is one reason why I do book tours. I want to hear what my readers have to say. Sometimes they’ll tell you things absolutely directly that are startling. So meeting my readers is very good. I’m one of the few of several gay writers who write mainstream along with gay writing. And I write in different genres. I’m not afraid to write a love story. I’m not afraid to write a western, science fiction, mysteries, ghost stories, gothics. You know, all of it is part of it.


Ayres: Tales: From a Distant Planet brings together many of your different genres.


Picano: It brings together a lot of what I write. Yes. But a lot of the publishers — in the United States, especially, and in England to some extent, too — just really like to categorize you as one kind of writer so that their marketing people can easily market you.


Ayres: How do they market you?


Picano: It’s interesting because my big publisher in England — which is Little Brown/Abacus — they published Like People in History and The Book of Lies, which they published very large and very successfully — and then when my third book in the series came along called Onyx it was so utterly different from the other two that they wouldn’t publish it. So that book was never published in England. And in the United States it’s considered my best novel. So it’s not even published in England. Because it didn’t fit their marketing program’s version of Felice Picano.


Ayres: Do you feel that presses limit themselves by such marketing programs?


Picano: Absolutely. They limit me, too. They should pay less attention to their marketing departments, or their sales departments, and look at the work itself. Right now, in many ways, the tail is wagging the dog in publishing companies. But word of mouth still sells books, and movies, and plays, faster and better than any review, any advertisement, anything like that. It still does.


Ayres: Do you feel Tales: From a Distant Planet will especially appeal to the Sci-Fi community? Or will it have a broader appeal?


Picano: I hope it has a broader appeal. It’s not just Sci-Fi. Any group that picks it up first is good, though. But I think Distant Planet will get under everyone’s skin. It’s the type of book that’ll get under your skin.

“SCISSORS TO WIDOW’S WEEDS: Yoko Ono’s Cut Piece 2003” by Ian Ayres

SCISSORS TO WIDOW’S WEEDS:
Yoko Ono’s Cut Piece 2003

By Ian Ayres

Ian Ayres & Yoko Ono (Cut Piece 2003) Paris

Ian Ayres & Yoko Ono (Cut Piece 2003) Paris

“I see life as the playground of our minds.”
                                                                               ~ Yoko Ono

“CROWD CUTS YOKO ONO’S CLOTHING OFF!” and “YOKO ONO DOES STRIPTEASE FOR PEACE!” and “FRENCH FIGHT SHY OF YOKO’S STRIP!” sensationalized the headlines. None of the media even hinted at the deeper meaning of Yoko Ono—in the name of world peace (and perhaps a new love of life)—having allowed the crowd to cut off her widow’s weeds. Even more symbolic was the fact that Yoko Ono performed this finalé of her legendary Cut Piece in Paris, the fashion capital of the world. Instead of a dress being paraded for potential buyers, a dress was being cut to shreds! This struck me as more than a demonstration for peace, world peace, but a statement against capitalism; a cry for the return to nature that would save our planet, our species. What impresses me most, however, is the courage Yoko displayed—considering the murder of John Lennon with her literally at his side, and the innumerable death threats she’s received ever since—in daring to repeat a performance that would not only expose her throat to a potential assassin but put into the assassin’s hand a deadly weapon: a pair of well-sharpened scissors.

The jagged steel of those scissors she carried glistened against the blackness of her long, layered, silk-chiffon skirt and tight, black, long-sleeved top when she gingerly stepped, as if walking on thin ice, onto the stage of Paris’ intimate Théâtre du Ranelagh. Applause temporarily relieved the foreboding I felt during that Monday evening of September 15, 2003. Here was Yoko Ono: A slender, cool, 70-year-young avant-garde icon; one of the art world’s leaders of conceptual and performance art; in the flesh. My angst over a possible, bloody murder metamorphosed into fascination.

With whispered thanks to my absent friend Phillip Ward—coeditor of Van Gogh’s Ear: Volume 3 (www.frenchcx.com) that I edited here in Paris—for having told me about this top secret event in time to get on the guest list, I applauded long and loud enough for the both of us. Applause filled the theatre as the memory of Phillip’s 5th of September telephone call from New York City rang in my ears. The second he was sure I was me, he’d said, “Are you sitting down?” Something in his sonorous voice told me the news was too thrilling to send in an email. Earlier in the week, Phillip had asked Yoko Ono’s studio and production assistant, Robert Young, if he’d ask Yoko about contributing some work to our upcoming edition of Van Gogh’s Ear. It wasn’t long before Robert contacted Phillip to echo Yoko’s answer, her famous, “Yes.” Not only would she contribute several poems—but a few of her Franklin Summer drawings, too! This news hit me like a shot of some euphoric drug. Little did we suspect, when we began our small non-profit enterprise, that we’d be entrusted with the works of such great talents as Yoko Ono, Norman Mailer and Thich Nhat Hanh. My enthusiasm led to Phillip informing me more about Yoko Ono’s art and music, and to her mind-altering “Fluxus.”

I knew that John Lennon once said Yoko Ono was the world’s “most famous unknown artist. Everybody knows her name, but nobody knows what she does.” When Phillip mentioned Yoko being one of the founding members of Fluxus, I said, “What’s Fluxus?”

“Fluxus,” he offered, “began as a group of writers, musicians and artists organized by George Maciunas, whose 1963 Fluxus manifesto incites artists to—Here, I’ve got it right here: ‘purge the world of bourgeois sickness, intellectual, professional and commercialized culture…dead art, imitation, artificial art, abstract art, illusionistic art…to promote a revolutionary flood and tide in art, to promote living art, anti-art…non-art reality to be grasped by all peoples, not only critics, dilettantes and professionals.’ So they created an art form that was anti-elitist, anti-commercial. Utilizing readymade materials and experimenting with various art forms, they created something that was part Dada, part Bauhaus and part Zen.”

Phillip explained that over the last 40 years, Fluxus artists produced interesting installations and limited edition publications, teasing the mind in cartoon fashion, yet in a minimalist and philosophical manner, while encouraging thought and dissection. In her association with Fluxus, Yoko Ono staged performances in Japan, England, and the United States. She hosted art and music Happenings in her SoHo loft. While at the same time making films, composing music, and creating paintings and books. Even today, Yoko continues to execute Fluxus concepts and philosophies behind her art form.

“Her inventive sometime provocative game-like concepts and instructions encourage us to step over the boundaries of art’s constraints to construct art inside ourselves,” Phillip continued. “She brings to the mind a challenging concept: Trust. This is demonstrated clearly in her chess piece, titled Play it by Trust. All the pieces, including the checkered grid, are painted white. According to Yoko, white is the most conceptual color. Being a metaphor for light and transcendence, it doesn’t interfere with your thoughts.

“Yoko’s works are to be performed by a viewer or an audience member. Many to be performed only in the participant’s mind. These concepts also compliment Marcel Duchamp’s belief that art is only partly created by the artist and is completed by the spectator. Incidentally, Dada artist and philosopher Duchamp was himself an active Fluxus contributor and participant in many Fluxus ‘Happenings.’”

Phillip—saying that Yoko Ono is one of the most pioneering avant-garde artists of our time—then encouraged me to go experience her Women’s Room exhibit, on view at Paris’ Musée d’Art Moderne. He mentioned how, with patience and imagination, “Yoko’s art is as rewarding as it is demanding,” then added an idea that now fascinates me: “Transforming art into thought.”

On the Mètro to Musée d’Art Moderne I got to thinking, “Women’s Room. Men’s Room. Public restroom. Hmm….” However, instead of hearing toilets flushing when I entered Women’s Room, I heard a looped recording of Yoko’s occasional soft coughing punctuated by the gentle clicking of what appear to be claves. From one of the exhibit’s leaflets I learned that the recording was titled Cough Piece. Phillip later informed me that Cough Piece was a 32-1/2-minute sound work originally recorded in Japan in 1963. The exhibit’s leaflet only offered that “Poetic irony is evident in the sound work, Cough Piece, composed out of the repetitive rhythm of coughing.”

Arresting my visuals was a large olive tree Ono had transformed into Wish Tree. Countless wishes of peace and love hung on small white tags with thick string from every inch of every branch, fresh as fallen snow. Yes, I thought, Yoko’s fans are Love fans, my kind of fans, the best fans to be. The leaflet said that “Wish Tree gathers together the dreams and wishes of each visitor.” Wishing they’d said more, I turned over the page and discovered an introduction for the exhibit by the artist herself. “Women’s Room,” wrote Yoko Ono, “presents the life of a woman through four different media…. In Wish Tree, a pathway is offered to the “garden” of our vision. It is in unity, we find our way to make our dream come true…. A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.” Thus inspired I went over to a podium next to the olive tree where blank white tags and a pen had been placed. I pondered over how Yoko encouraged love, and no limits on love, then wrote: To kiss Yoko. With patience, I managed to find a place on one of the tag-crowded branches to hang my wish. Little did I suspect my wish would soon come true.

Ian Ayres with Yoko Ono's Wish Tree

Ian Ayres with Yoko Ono’s Wish Tree

While securing the wish onto the olive tree, I noticed the sound of snipping scissors echoing from beyond a small, wall-partition. Someone getting a haircut? Paragraph four of Ono’s introduction to the exhibit soon made it clear that whatever it was wasn’t live. “As for the films,” she’d written, “each film is repeated on two, three or four walls, depending on the set up. Each projection is being made 10 seconds later from the other—like a musical ring, in the same way as I perceive my life, going over the experience as I experience it.” The flipside of the leaflet clarified: “Women’s Room makes reference to political engagement and personal memory. The four films presented here: FreedomFlyRape; and Cut Piece (a film of Yoko Ono’s performance Cut Piece 1964) evoke the social role of women and their emancipation.”

Behind the wall-partition was a large, doorless room with six screens—three on each side of the room—and a wall-petition in the middle permitting you to wander round. The 10-second differences in time of the film on the different screens scattered my sense of time. My mind seemed to fragment into past, present, and future all at once. I was in a vacuum, a whirl of “snip, snip, snip”! Surrounded in the room’s blackness, by the black-and-white film, my eyes darted from screen to screen of the young Yoko Ono kneeling onstage in a black dress with her white slip being more and more exposed as people continued cutting and taking away pieces of the dress. Like vultures, I thought, all taking a piece of her.

The audience’s aggressive violation of Ono’s body, shredding her clothes, stripping her naked, absolutely disturbed me. But throughout most of the performance she sat completely still, training an icy stare on the audience. Then one young man in the film distracts Ono from reversing the audience’s voyeurism when he symbolically rapes her with the scissors. The guy smirked vengeance and rather violently snipped the exposed slip from the area of her breasts. Yoko made a soft frightened sound, raised her hand to stop the victimization then, as if realizing it would go against the Zen-like purpose of Cut Piece, lowered her hand in sad resignation. I felt fear for Yoko. The guy contentedly laughed to himself and continued to cut away until her white bra was completely exposed. When he stepped behind her and snipped both bra straps, Ono modestly folded her arms across her breasts.

In showing the best moments of this performance of Cut Piece in a continuous, echoing loop, the film seemed to be a “cut piece” in itself. Truly remarkable, and unnerving. After witnessing the various cuttings, along with the scissors’ rape, several times, I pulled myself away to interact with more of Yoko’s exhibit. I explored Blue Room, which opened my eyes to the fact that language, by itself on a gallery wall, is a justifiable form of art. With 14 hand-written sentences on the walls, ceiling, and floor—the meaning of which is in total contradiction to the emptiness—the viewer is “instructed” as to what to construct inside their mind. For instance, to remain in the room until it turns blue. The room is painted white.

Next I experienced Vertical Memory, which, on the leaflet, Yoko explained “was created putting together photographs of my father, my husband, and my son. I selected photographs of them facing the same direction, overlapped them and morphed it. Every photo represents the man who was looking over me in a precise moment when I went through an important situation of my life.” Her words then drew my eyes toward the next art piece, Sky TV. “The Sky TV projects the sky of my childhood. The sky I saw was a little girl which was there for me, always, without change; while I kept walking through many years, many countries, many lives. The experience is parallel to that of Vertical Memory: one as the memory of earth, and the other, as that of the sky.”

That’s when I noticed a TV placed on the wooden floor. When I saw a black-and-white sky, I checked the flipside of the exhibit’s leaflet, where they’d briefly noted, “Sky TV shows an image of the sky taken by a camera placed on a roof.” Figuring color video hadn’t been possible in 1966 when Sky TV was first made, I went over, laid down on my back, and gazed up at the screen of clear gray sky…wisps of white cloud gently moving overhead. It took me a moment to realize the sky I was watching inside was the actual sky outside!

On the Métro back to my apartment I found myself surrounded by foreigners speaking in unfamiliar tongues, which irritated me. So, in an effort to block out their existence, I opened my newly acquired Spare Room—Yoko Ono’s artist’s book specially made for her Paris exhibit of Women’s Room. The passage I happened to open to made me think coincidence happens far too often to be a coincidence. “Next time you meet a ‘foreigner,’” came Yoko’s words, “remember it’s only like a window with a little different shape to it and the person who’s sitting inside is you.” These words of hers totally transformed my annoyance into compassion for these strangers on the train. And I was forced to realize that being an American living in France made me also a foreigner.

As soon as I got home I surfed the web for information on Cut Piece. In a 1992 interview, Yoko Ono tells Ina Blom that “Cut Piece is about freeing yourself from yourself. Like all artists, I have the tendency to give what I want to give. And I am defying that, in that piece. And it is a frightening piece to perform. Very tense. And because it was such an incredibly important piece for me, I took care of the details. In those days clothes were very important to me because I had so few. But when I performed Cut Piece I always made sure to wear my best suit. It was the total offering, you know, so that you wanted to wear your best suit for it. I lost my best suit every time I performed the piece.”

I surfed on to learn about Yoko Ono’s most innovative early works, which include her Instructions for Paintings. In these pieces she uses language—the words themselves—instead of a traditional art object, to provoke interactivity with viewers. The viewer must perform the instructions in order for the work to exist. Her instructions have the form of brief poems, uniquely her own. They are the thought they convey. The question is how the instructions are received and what the reader of them does to make them true: The instructions must be followed for the work really to exist.

Experiencing some of Yoko’s instruction paintings, which were shared on the web, inspired me to create an instruction painting of my own (for paper):

                              POINT PIECE
                               

                              Cut here > (———).
                              Put your hand under (or behind).

                              Stick your finger through.
                              Point at yourself.
                              Point at the sky (or ceiling).
                              Imagine no gravity.

While riding the keyboard like a surfer on waves, catching lots of great sites, I wiped out when the phone rang…and the quick download I’d tried for blocked. To my disbelief it was Phillip Ward. “You’re not going to believe this,” he said. “Yoko’s going to perform Cut Piece in Paris on the 15th.”

Phillip gave me the information needed to get on the guest list to participate in this hush-hush event. He said nothing would be announced until the last minute. Thanks to Phillip, chances were strong I would, after all, be one of those lucky people to witness and to participate in Yoko’s reprise of Cut Piece; which she hadn’t performed in nearly forty years, and in Paris. The wish tag I had hung on her Wish Tree dangled before my memory: To kiss Yoko.

A week later, there I was at the Théâtre du Ranelagh, watching Yoko’s 27-year-old son Sean Lennon and his girlfriend Bijou Phillips in the front row, just two rows ahead of me. People kept coming up and talking to Sean. He was quite amiable.

 Sean Lennon talks with people in the audience. Photo © 2003 by Eric Elléna

Sean Lennon talks with participants.
Photo © 2003 by Eric Elléna

Then someone let Sean know it was time. He stood up, faced the audience, and introduced his mother. Everyone loudly applauded Yoko as she walked onto the wooden stage, over to a microphone placed on a simple, wooden stool, and gave a sweet smile. She picked up the microphone and, sitting down, spoke to us in perfect French.

“Imagine love,” Yoko said. “Imagine the sea.”

And I did. I saw us all as raindrops in a sea of raindrops.

“Imagine peace. Peace for you and me and all the world. Never forget love. I love you.” She paused, as if looking into the very essence of each of us. Finally, prepared to trust her life in our hands, she held out the scissors. “Allons-y!” she said (for “Let’s go!”). Setting the microphone to the left of where she sat, she placed the scissors in front of her—much like the action of a determined noble Samurai preparing for the deadly deed.

It alarmed me when several men jumped up from their seats and rushed over to the stage steps. Yoko was completely vulnerable in the middle of that bare stage. Fortunately a gentleman, standing near the steps, stopped them. Stationed directly across, at the steps leading down from the stage, was Yoko’s studio assistant exhibitions manager and curator, Jon Hendricks, who has worked with Yoko Ono for many years and is the author of the acclaimed book Fluxus Codex.

When Mr. Hendricks nodded an “all systems go,” the gentleman whose job it was to play gatekeeper allowed the first cutter to mount the steps to the stage. This first cutter, a middle-aged man, wasted no time in going for a piece of Yoko’s top, cutting a large fragment of material away from just above her breasts. The cutting of Yoko’s clothes off of her must’ve made the man nervous for, as soon as he had the piece in his hands, he dropped the scissors. A number of us 200 audience members gasped as the scissors hit Yoko’s knee, then bounced off to hit her foot.

Sean Lennon and his girlfriend Bijou Phillips were, of course, among the cutters. When Sean went up, he said something to his mother that made her smile, nod in agreement, and take off her black suede shoes. This seemed wise, since each shoe was secured to the foot by a single strap and most likely the only shoes she had in which to leave the theatre. She wouldn’t want anyone cutting them! Sean then, in a loving spirit of peace, cut a hole into the sleeve of his mother’s black top.

The routine rhythm of cutters “snip-snip-snipping” broke cadence when Yoko was obliged to stop a young woman who picked up one of Yoko’s shoes and began hacking away at its leather strap. By the time Yoko realized what the woman was doing, and said something to her, it was too late. The strap was hanging in two.

Watching the specific actions of various audience members, as I stood in line inching toward the stage, my mind wandered to what that guy had done to Yoko with the scissors in 1964. That action needed to be softened and made positive, I thought. But, presently, one woman hacked away rather brutally with the scissors, and another almost violently ripped her piece—as did a man who followed. It seemed they weren’t aware of the reasons for this performance. Why were they here demonstrating hostile actions in a demonstration for peace? I wondered. It’s about peace, not destruction.

They seemed oblivious to Ono and Lennon’s 1960s and 1970s offbeat peace protests, including the Bed-In For Peace against the Vietnam War. They didn’t seem to know about Yoko’s billboard in London’s Piccadilly Circus, which read: “Imagine all the people living life in peace,” a line from Lennon’s famous song Imagine. Maybe they didn’t even care that Yoko took out full-page advertisements in papers around the world on the eve of the war in Iraq earlier this year, saying: “Imagine Peace…Spring 2003.”

Yet Yoko remained loving (though understandably nervous) and dignified as some of these strangers, like cannibals, hacked away at her clothes. She merely sat on stage while audience members, one at a time, approached and picked up the pair of scissors lying next to her feet to cut off a piece of her black clothing. This was done fairly silently; the only thing to be heard was the occasional cough and the footsteps advancing and retreating.

Not long before it was my turn to go on, however, I became concerned about a man who approached her with doubled fists. He grabbed the scissors from the floor and hacked brutally at her skirt, tearing off a long enough piece to strangle her with. I doubt I’m the only one who became alarmed. He dropped the scissors, letting them loudly hit the stage, and stretched the piece tight in both hands. He stood over her, menacingly, pulling the piece tight then, lowering it toward her neck, suddenly turned away and walked off the stage. There was a sigh of relief in the crowd. He could’ve done it, you know. Yoko’s bodyguards, which no one saw, but I’m sure were nearby, weren’t close enough to stop him—unless they had guns, of course. Maybe that crossed his mind.

Eric Elléna, my publisher at French Connection Press*, eased the tension when he came on next and cut a piece from her skirt. At first I felt impatient with his taking longer than most to get a snippet of material…until he stood and displayed his cutting to the audience. He’d cut his piece in the shape of a heart, which lightened the heavy doom in the air and brought a laugh. From then on, the rest of the cutting off of Yoko’s dress went without a stitch.

At long last my turn came to be stopped by the “gatekeeper.” The two young women before me apparently had been in cahoots. The first went up and cut a piece of her own jacket—making a big show of this for the audience—then placed the piece on Yoko’s lap. Then her friend went on and held up a red Band-Aid for all to see. She made a show of picking up her friend’s piece of jacket from Yoko’s tattered lap, and band-aided the piece to the exposed area of Yoko’s heart (Yoko’s sexy black bra by this time fully exposed). I wasn’t sure how I felt about the dark piece of material stuck with the red Band-Aid to Yoko’s chest. It did look kind of avant-garde, the Band-Aid being red and all. But Jon Hendricks hurried onstage and yanked the Band-Aid off of Yoko to loud applause.

The “gatekeeper” wouldn’t let me pass until Mr. Hendricks was safely down the opposite steps, where he’d remain to make sure no one fell. When I was finally allowed to go up onstage, I couldn’t help smiling. There was Yoko Ono, sitting demurely on the wooden stool, her black lace bra exposed and her black silk-chiffon skirt a little gnawed at its ruffled edges. I felt such a tremendous love for peace radiating from her being. As I slowly approached her, I didn’t feel awe or goose bumps or anything but love. Love exudes from her energy. And I admired her for giving of herself so freely to the world…and for peace. In true Lennon-Ono fashion, in this world full of anger and violence, she spoke through her actions, saying, “Let’s give peace a chance through our active and visible demonstrations of love.”

I kissed her on her cheek, then knelt to cut a large enough piece to share with Phillip, as I’d promised. I chose part of a ruffle, which held another layer of ruffle beneath, thus making it difficult and prolonging the cutting. More than anything I wondered at the coincidence of it all. My wish on her Wish Tree had come true.

Ian Ayres cuts a piece of Yoko Ono's black dress.Photo © 2003 by Eric Elléna

Ian Ayres cuts a piece of Yoko Ono’s black dress.
Photo © 2003 by Eric Elléna

Back in my seat I was pleased to see other people go up and kiss Yoko. One gentleman kissed her hand. And then a tender moment came when a young man and young woman went up together. She cut a piece, then presented it to him. (The “instruction” was to cut a piece and send it to a loved one.) He then cut it in half. They each kept one half, then kissed before leaving the stage. I felt they clearly understood the meaning of Cut Piece. Yoko’s message is that although we each possess the scissors that make killing possible, we have a choice. We can choose love. We can put down the scissors. She says embrace each other. Don’t cut each other to pieces.

Of course the mood quickly changed as Yoko looked straight ahead and barely moved while a man dressed in a suit hacked a major piece off her skirt to reveal a large part of her thigh. A few minutes later one brazen young man sliced through the waistband, shearing off her skirt completely, taking nothing as he left. She sat there in her matching black lace panties and brassière, with the remains of her skirt draped over the stool beneath her.

There weren’t many of the 200 audience members who, by this time, hadn’t already had their chance to cut. The last ones of the line contented themselves with cutting pieces from what was left of her black silk skirt hanging on the stool. Well, someone was bound to cut her bra strap. This time, instead of a man practically raping her with the scissors, it was a woman who was nice about it. She only snipped one strap, as if what wouldCut Piece be without a cut bra strap?

For Yoko’s panties and bra to be cut off her, in the spirit of earlier Cut Piece performances, it would’ve been necessary for someone who’d already been up, to go up onstage again. They would’ve made a fool of themselves. Especially with Yoko’s son and his girlfriend sitting in the front row. And so it was in perfect taste and timing that Paul Jenkins (of Yoko’s Studio One) gallantly brought her a pink kimono. Yoko took her bows to a standing ovation, then retreated into the wings.

I couldn’t help thinking how Yoko Ono is the only celebrity of such magnitude who would ever have the courage to allow the public to come up and cut pieces of their clothes off. Not even for the sake of world peace would they do it. Yeah, Yoko’s a cool chick, baby. And as Eric Elléna and I left the theatre, I rubbed the black silk-chiffon of my piece of Yoko’s widow’s weeds and imagined all the peace contained in each piece of fabric cut that evening from her body.

Once more in front of the theatre, we looked up at her words on the huge posters, in French and English, displayed to inspire the world. On the posters Yoko Ono’s words read: “Following the political changes through the year after 9/11, I felt terribly vulnerable—like the most delicate wind could bring me tears. Cut Piece is my hope for world peace.” By allowing strangers to approach her with scissors, Yoko said she hoped to show that this is “a time where we need to trust each other.”

Yoko Ono's Cut Piece 2003 (Ticket & Piece courtesy of Ian Ayres)

Yoko Ono’s Cut Piece 2003 (Ticket & Piece courtesy of Ian Ayres)


Van Gogh's Ear (2004) with Yoko Ono

*Van Gogh’s Ear is published by French Connection Press (www.frenchcx.com)

Eric Ellena & Ian Ayres (Imagine Peace) Montreal Museum

Eric Ellena & Ian Ayres (Imagine Peace) Montreal Museum

An Interview with Ian Ayres

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Photo by Roy Schatt

Writer/Director/Producer Ian Ayres produces documentaries with an edgy honesty that is hard to beat. From The Jill & Tony Curtis Story, The Universe of Keith Haring, Five Roads to Freedom: From Apartheid to the World Cup and several others he has covered a wide array of subjects with clarity and taste. Most recently Ian directed Tony Curtis: Driven to Stardom. Featuring interviews with people who knew Curtis well (Mamie Van Doren, John Gilmore, Hugh Hefner, Harry Belafonte and others) along with film extracts, archive footage and rare photos that highlight his life and career, it gives fans a respectful glimpse into what made Tony Curtis a legend of the silver screen. This film premiered at the 7th Annual Jewish Film Festival in Los Angeles. It was an honor to sit down with Ian Ayres and talk about his body of work to date. Ian’s work can be found at French Connection Films.

Can you tell us a little about yourself? Where you’re from? What were you like as a child?

Born in Los Angeles, my life began in a traveling carnival where my father owned a shooting gallery with rifles that shot lead bullets. I had a terrible fear of being forgotten because my parents used to leave me locked up inside the cramped cabin of the shooting gallery truck. A few months after I turned four, my parents separated and divorced. Being on the move, though, never stopped. In the custody of our mother, my siblings and I spent our childhoods packing up boxes and unpacking them several times a year due to her crazy love life.

Always the new kid in school, I never learned how to make friends or socialize. I used to keep my hands in my pockets, head bowed and watch my shoes as I walked. My imagination became my refuge and, I believe, led to my writing poetry in houses of ill fame when I hit puberty. The brothels were called massage parlors and the prostitutes, masseuses. One of the parlor girls introduced me to expressing myself through words in a notebook. I think she wanted to distract me from my mother acting like she had the hots for men who smelled of mothballs. Mom did make a lot of cash that she’d have me smash into my pockets. So, while she turned tricks, I grew obsessed with words. The word thing started when I was seven. Mom used to have me rub lotion on her back and, using my finger, write words that she’d guess. That was the closest we ever got to each other. That’s the closest I got to anyone as a child.

Soon after my fifteenth birthday my mother introduced me to the world of drugs through what she called her “diet pills.” Wired on amphetamines I’d serve coffee to men waiting their turn to be with her up the winding staircase of our latest apartment. She had diverted clientele from where she worked in order to earn enough to open a massage parlor of her own.

A few months after our first parlor opened, I read a book about Marilyn Monroe and ran away to Hollywood to become a movie star. Discovered by a director who offered me the lead role in a movie called The Greek Connection, I got the hell out of Hollywood as soon as I learned it was some kind of sex film. My mother had reported me a runaway, though, so I explained to this cop that I only took a vacation. The cop laughed and reassured us that no matter what trouble I might get into, I’d get a clean record and fresh start on my eighteenth birthday. Now Mom took a new interest in me. We’d go shoplifting together. She’d pick out what she wanted, then let me know when to hide it under my coat and sneak it out to the car. Some of the most fun we had together was during our shoplifting adventures. And everything I ever stole was for her. I guess the same went for the poems I’d write. She wouldn’t listen to me except to give feedback on something I wrote.

Photo by William Higgins

Photo by William Higgins

I’ve always lived in my own realm of imagination. Never thought of it as being creative until I was 18 and going through all that I told to Paul Brickman, who combined my young pimping days with his conformist upbringing to create the movie Risky Business.

After my “masseuses” had stolen everything from a secret parlor I ran in Miami, Florida — my mother was standing trial over her chain of parlors in Fresno, California — I learned about James Dean from a white, lesbian, prostitute junkie. Her name was Pat Hamren. She’d fallen in love with a black woman, begun wearing her hair in an afro and acting like a black man; going as far as telling people she was an albino black. And we were like family. After all, Pat was the manager who hired my mom to work at her first parlor.

In between tricks — what we called a dry spell — Pat and I were smoking a joint in my mom’s Monte Carlo Sedan when I shared my fear of being forgotten after I died. I said I wanted to do something I’d be remembered for in this world. She coughed up some smoke with: “You want to be a legend like James Dean?” When I asked her who he was, she told me to go to the mall and buy a biography on him. All they had was David Dalton’s The Mutant King. Then I soon discovered what was to become my favorite Dean biography. It’s got a different title now but was then called The Real James Dean, by John Gilmore. Reading it put me in the skin of James Dean. Gilmore made Dean so human and real for me that I believed I, too, could conquer Manhattan. So Gilmore’s book transported me to a great many moments when James Dean breathed, and I could feel Jimmy’s breath as I experienced so fully what John had written. He made Jimmy come to life. Anyhow, one thing leads to another. Smoking that joint with my lesbian prostitute junkie friend when I was 18 led me to James Dean and James Dean, thanks to John Gilmore, got me hooked on a life of creativity.

Ian Ayres (Nude on Tomb)

Photo by Eric J. Klein

Are there any hidden things about you that you’d not mind sharing?

There are too many skeletons I’ve already let out of the closet in my memoir Private Parts. I wish I could destroy every single copy of that book. I regret having exposed so much. I’m not about to regret this interview, too.

Is it true you are a cousin of Barbara Eden? What is she like as a person? Do you think her influence on you has led to your work dealing with the glory days of Hollywood?

Barbara Eden is my cousin through screenwriter Katherine Fugate (Carolina, Valentine’s Day, New Year’s Eve, etc.). Katherine’s father is the son of my grandmother’s sister. He married Barbara’s first cousin, the mother of Katherine. Barbara spent much of her childhood with Katherine’s mother, so Katherine always considered her an aunt. Barbara is very proper and never had any influence on me. She doesn’t approve of my side of the family, which is presented in Katherine’s first movie: Carolina. Marilyn, the madam in the movie, is based on my mother who has the same name.

How did you first become involved in film? What do you think you’d be doing right now if not making documentaries?

Poetry mattered most to me. After I gave up on becoming the next James Dean, I wanted to devote my life to reading and writing poems. Then, in 1999, a filmmaker named Eric Ellena talked me into being a founder of French Connection Films with him. I didn’t mind the production side of things as long as it didn’t interfere with my poetry. Then I talked Eric into starting a press for a poetry anthology series I titled Van Gogh’s Ear. The anthology soon gained popularity and began including creative prose and artworks. I was overwhelmed with editing volume after volume when Eric suggested I direct a documentary. I decided to do one on poets and writers, which we did a lot of interviews for and is still in the making. Then came a request from a French channel for a documentary on the American Church of Paris. My work on A Glimpse of Heaven pleased other TV channels throughout the world but I swore I’d never do another film after I finished the one about poets and writers. Poetry was my passion. Next I got the idea for a celebrity edition of Van Gogh’s Ear and asked every celebrity I could to contribute. An assistant to the legendary Tony Curtis responded with a request that I telephone. After he said Tony would gladly contribute to this special edition of the anthology series, he suggested I do a documentary on Tony and his wife, Jill, because they saved horses from slaughter. Okay, worthy cause. I’d do one more film before finishing my film career with the one I set out to do. After that I’d never again lose time on being a poet. While in Henderson, Nevada, I did an intimate interview with Tony about his life and career. I figured it would make an interesting bonus for The Jill & Tony Curtis Story DVD. Deep down, however, I knew it might end up being another documentary. It did. Now I don’t know if I’ll ever escape filmmaking. My poetry’s been on hold ever since that second documentary.

Private Parts: The Early Works of Ian Ayres

Do you think you might ever like to do a fully scripted fictional movie?

The dreaded question. No, I will never do a fully scripted fictional movie. I’m a poet and that’s the life I choose. The only catch is I’ve already begun writing a script for a dark comedy. Chances are I might end up having to direct this one. Afterwards, though, never, ever again. I am not a filmmaker! I’m a poet that keeps getting tangled up in celluloid.

As a writer/producer/director is there any one element of the work you love more than others?

I love working with composers on the musical score and doing a song or two of my own for each film. Writing lyrics is similar to poetry. And I love music. Actually, it’s the chance to create more songs that keeps me doing films. The recording studio is my favorite place to be. I consider it my reward for all the work I’ve done. When I was a kid I used to sing along with hit songs on the radio and dream of someday having a hit of my own. If I had to choose between having a hit movie or a hit song, I’d choose a hit song. That would be totally awesome.

What was it like to see Tony Curtis: Driven to Stardom premiere at the Los Angeles Jewish Film Festival? Why did you choose to do this particular film?

I was in Martinique doing location shots for a documentary about Empress Josephine when Tony Curtis: Driven to Stardom had its red carpet event. If I’d been able to attend, I would have done it incognito. Working on Tony’s film was painful. He’d died and I didn’t have time to grieve. At Shiloh, their horse rescue, he gave me his white cap. It’s as if he knew I’d be doing this film on his life and career. During his last time in Paris I kept asking him to walk for the cameras because when we met he confided his desire for recognition from the Academy Awards, though feared he’d end up rolling onto the stage in a wheelchair to accept his Oscar. He told me that at the Luxor in Las Vegas the night before we left. Next time I saw him he was in a wheelchair after almost having died from the pneumonia he came down with the week following our first dinner together. The very last thing he said to me in Paris was due, I think, to my asking him to keep getting out of that wheelchair for his public appearances. He’s greatly loved in France and I wanted him to look his best. I’d even bought him an expensive French beret that he refused to wear. I’m not sure if he was angry or joking but, after an exhausting appearance among his paintings at an art gallery for news cameras, he got back in his wheelchair, looked up at me and asked, “What are you going to have me do next — porn?” Not knowing what to think, I said, “Yes. And you will be the star. You’re my favorite star.” Instead of a porno, I began interviewing people who knew Tony throughout his life. I’d begun making the film before he died. I wanted him to be at the premiere. Perhaps his death allowed me to be more objective. I don’t know. It was total fact-finding and gut instincts for getting truths across. Have no idea how it came together. Kind of like energies from beyond channeled through me.

Did you enjoy having the chance to talk to all the people you did while filming this one?

When we arrived for each interview, I swear my heart tried to break out of its ribcage. Fears of rejection are often unbearable for me. I’ve always been nervous about meeting anyone. Some people can be so cruel, especially serial killers. But everyone we interviewed turned out to be very sensitive and caring. So, yes, I definitely enjoyed each visit. They made us feel right at home. And I guess, since my goal is to create a sense of intimacy that’s felt by viewers, there’s a lot of opening up involved that goes deep, to the heart of things. In fact, I feel a great affection for everyone I’ve interviewed.

John Gilmore is in this one and I understand he recently did two very long interviews with you (one dealing, of course, with Marilyn Monroe). What was it like to hear him talk for hours? What is he like as a person?

John’s not the type to talk for hours. I had to keep asking him questions. He was most kind and patient with us during the interviews, especially the recent one about Marilyn Monroe. We lost a major part of the interview due to a technical problem and hoped John wouldn’t mind re-doing it. We were holding our breaths when we asked. And John proved to be very understanding. Not only did he repeat the entire lost section of the interview, he became even more detailed in his spontaneous eloquence. I felt as if Marilyn were right there with us, too. It’s one of the most outstanding interviews we have on her. John cares more about truth than impressing people. He’s not afraid to skinny dip in a pond of absinthe-green corpses to expose their rot hidden beneath a liquid mirror of sky and trees. I’m convinced John Gilmore is a genius. That being said, he’s also a pretty cool dude. Like William S. Burroughs, though, he keeps guns in the house. I’d advise prowlers and paparazzi to beware. Above his office doorway he has a sign saying: “I Don’t Give a Shit.” I wouldn’t want to disturb him when he’s writing. You could get shot!

What about the other piece he worked with you on? Can you tell us a little about that? When will they be available to the public do you think?

The first time I met John Gilmore was in the Hollywood Hills for a filmed interview about his career as a writer for the only documentary I’d ever really planned on making — the one about poets and writers. I had just gone out to get the sound equipment from the trunk of our rented car when John came driving down the sloping driveway in what I believe was a sports car. The timing surprised me. And I felt an instant connection with him — probably because I’d read more books by him than anyone else. My first impression of John Gilmore was: “Wow!” He has this “King of Cool” charisma combined with an aura of mystery that’s most intriguing. We interviewed him out on the balcony of the two-story apartment where writer Felice Picano was staying. We were lucky there weren’t many noises in the surrounding hills embraced by blue sky. I remember tripping on how that same blue sky seemed to be shining through John’s eyes. He fascinated me with his responses to my eager questions. I really wanted to learn all I could about the craft of writing from him. His insights fascinated me. One thing I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do, however, is to get up at five in the morning and write every day. When John said this was his ritual, I fell against the balcony railing. Not even the sun is up that early. What’s making this documentary an important one is that I’ve continued interviewing great poets and writers in-between interviews for the other films I’ve produced or directed. It’s going to be a feature film about creativity, imagination and the importance of poets and writers to society. I’ve also interviewed a psychologist who specializes in the psychology of creative people. Plus there’s an interview with a scientist who claims it’s a myth about one side of the brain being the creative side. I’m looking forward to completing this film after I finish the movie theater release on Marilyn. So this one on poets and writers will be released the following year. It’s going to be a work of art in itself.

I understand John Gilmore is one of your favorite authors. Why do you think his work is so appealing. Do you think his work deserves more recognition than it gets? Are you looking forward to the release of his latest work On the Run with Bonnie and Clyde as much as I am?

John Gilmore shares that certain something that James Dean had, something otherworldly and magical. He does more than write books, he creates experiences that bring you to the core of the human condition and grip every fiber of your being. As far as recognition goes, Gilmore is already considered one of our most fascinating writers. And all great writers gain more and more recognition as time goes on. I believe recognition for John Gilmore’s genius will grow. He’s already more important to readers than Edgar Allan Poe was when Poe died. It’s a time thing. Each book Gilmore writes is a seed that’s planted when it goes to press. It grows and branches out to the world. I know On the Run with Bonnie and Clyde will be more than a book — it’ll blow you away like a bullet through the head. Pull the trigger. I’m ready!

John Gilmore & Ian Ayres (Photo by Felice Picano)

John Gilmore & Ian Ayres (Photo by Felice Picano)

I do think he is the most fascinating individual I have ever stumbled across. Do you think there is any chance you might ever do a documentary on the life and work of John Gilmore?

I’m hoping an autobiography or biography about John Gilmore is released before I do the documentary about his life and work. It would make it easier. But I am planning to do a John Gilmore documentary. I have a lot of fascinating interviews with him for starters. Such a documentary will also bring an incredible array of people into my life as I interview them regarding the writer and the man. For instance, I’d like to interview Holly Beavon and, of course, his son, Carson Gilmore, who happens to also be a great writer. The most extraordinary people have known John Gilmore. Think of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean. Oh, yes, his story will find its place on the silver screen.

Why do you think the Golden Age of Hollywood has always been as popular in pop culture as it has?

The popularity of the Golden Age of Hollywood has never crossed my mind. There are certain movie stars from Hollywood’s Golden Age that remind us of the glamour, excitement and magic created by the studio system and its myth-making ingenuity. The stars themselves had a lot to do with making what’s now called the Golden Age of Hollywood popular. I think it’s the continuous spell some of these stars hold over the masses that gives those white letters in the hills of HOLLYWOOD their Golden Age feel. Then, again, Peg Entwistle jumped from the “H” of the Hollywood sign (which then read “Hollywoodland”) into a ravine 100 feet below because she was so disillusioned with that Golden Age. Her dead body wasn’t found for two days. Then there’s murder victim Elizabeth Short, nicknamed “the Black Dahlia” by the press for her dyed black hair, love of black evening dresses, and for wearing a Dahlia flower in her hair. Her body was found naked, laid on its back, cut in half at the waist with her upper torso angled at a distance from her lower half, drained of all blood like a pallid white mannequin in a vacant lot of weeds. She, like Peg Entwistle and thousands more, came to Hollywoodland with breathtaking dreams because in those days movie stars were the equivalent of royalty in the U.S.A. And some stars who died young and at the peak of fame have since become modern day gods and goddesses. We keep them alive in memory in our constant battle against the inevitable that threatens us. We need to make them immortal to help us escape the raw reality of all mortality. But the fact remains that none of them would appeal to us if taken out of their coffins today and photographed for magazine covers. The hold of the Golden Age of Hollywood on the imaginations of many is pure nostalgia for a fantasy that’s no longer possible. It might be more accurate to call it the Age of Fool’s Gold in Tinseltown. But this is only my opinion at this point in time. Maybe after I’m in my coffin for half a century I’ll be ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.

Do you think the Hollywood of modern day will ever come close to being as spectacular as it was then? What do you think is missing in the Hollywood of today?

Nope. Modern day Hollywood will never come close to being as spectacular as it seemed during the studio system. We’ve paid too much attention to that mogul behind the curtain. We’ll never again believe there’s a wizard in Oz. What’s missing in today’s Hollywood is the naiveté and childlike innocence that once made the illusion believable. We know the carpet is red from the blood of dreamers who’ve been trampled amid blinding klieg lights.

Photo by Jeffrey M. Grossi

Photo by Jeffrey M. Grossi

Do you enjoy having the chance to honor the work and memory of those that came before?

It means a lot to me to keep people alive in the memories of future generations because of my own fear of being forgotten. More important are the lessons we can learn from those who came before us. I do believe there’s much more to our existence than our limited perceptions can possibly conceive. The fact that we exist at all is proof enough.

Do you have any particular body of work that stands out most in your mind?

Not really. What most stands out in my obsessive mind is whatever I’m focused on in the now. I tend to lose track of everything else. Sometimes I start thinking of someone or something without knowing why and I’ll follow through in whatever way feels right. I just go with the flow. I do like comedies. I like to laugh. So, for movies and stars, I can say those involved with the best comedies come to mind when I need a break from work.

Can you tell us a little about French Connection Films?

French Connection Films is an international film company based in Paris. It was founded by Eric Ellena and myself in 1999. Because of the Van Gogh’s Ear anthology series we began French Connection Press. There’s also French Connection Music for all the music we’ve had composed for our films. We’re now getting ready to expand from feature length documentaries to actual movies. This was Eric’s original goal. I’m still scratching my scalp, asking myself how I wound up a filmmaker. Just going with the flow. It’s all teamwork in our company. We’re a group of artists who are very much into the creative process. Passionate about our work, we’re like a family.

Photo by Eric Ellena

Photo by Eric Ellena

Is there any one subject you have yet to cover that you would most like to bring into being?

Each project offers a chance to gain deeper insights into this journey we call life. Deeper insight is the goal. For instance, the Tony Curtis film is a actually about fame. Through Tony we experience the complete cycle of fame, beginning with how the need for recognition gets ignited, drives one to stardom, and leads up to the limelight slipping into the shadows where we learn what matters most. All is ephemeral. Love is the only thing that makes sense.

What projects are you currently working on?

During interviews for the Tony Curtis film, people kept sharing unknown things about Marilyn Monroe. So I decided to make a bonus called All About Marilyn but found the most insightful stuff could only be cut down to 33 minutes. Then I realized Marilyn offers too much about life to be a mere bonus. So now I’m in the process of making the cinema documentary on her that I’d always hoped someone would make. It’s a respectful, loving one that’s feature length (104 minutes)! There is so much more to Marilyn Monroe than any documentary has ever brought to the screen. She is more than a movie star. That’s why the film is titled, with good reason, What Ever Happened to Norma Jeane?. And from the interviews we already have, I’m convinced this will be the ultimate Marilyn Monroe documentary. Marilyn Monroe was a great artist. Through her we can gain a greater understanding of creative genius. Many consider her a creative genius who, through this film, will finally be shown the respect she definitely deserves. She has my respect. That’s for sure!

Is there anything you’d like to say in closing?

Yes. Please don’t cremate me. I’m not a smoker. And do warn John that if he doesn’t want a documentary done on him after he goes, then he’s just going to have to stay.

Ian Ayres listening to Marilyn Monroe sing

Ian Ayres listening to Marilyn Monroe sing “I Wanna Be Loved By You”