I got to thinking about all of this recently when I saw a certain Joe Brainard painting of a white dog laid out rather elegantly on a green couch. I was immediately drawn in by Brainards tangibly affectionate disposition toward his model. The artists attempt to render his model faithfully, as if genuinely inspired by the dogs beauty, the peculiarity of its form, stood in contrast to everything Id seen by Brainard up to that pointwork I enjoy quite a bit, as well, but which is defined instead by cartoonish play, pen-and-ink spunk. This wasnt Brainard being Brainard in solitude; it was Brainard really listening to, seeking contact with, the dogmeeting the animal halfway.
Kit Schluter is a poet & translator living in Mexico City, where he co-curates the monthly poetry series at the independent arts library Aeromoto. Writings of his have appeared in BOMB, Boston Review, Folder, Hyperallergic, and NYTyrant. His published and forthcoming translations include books by Amandine André, Anne Kawala, Jaime Saenz, Michel Surya, Olivia Tapiero, and 3 short-story collections by Marcel Schwob. Recent collections of stories include 5 Cartoonsand The Good in Having a Nuclear Family, in which two of these texts were originally published. More at www.kitschluter.com.