Dangerous Type

Ricochets. Ricochets and chiasmus relationships. It should be obvious by now, that within the Aughts Philly posse I tend to stick to, which extends to Boston (where The Cars are from) and Chicago, if not Montreal and Central Pa, all kinds of similitude in dissimilitude raises its intriguing head and makes comparison-contrast a fun game. Like the issue of Jenny Kanzler-as-Temptress, as she appears here in P.F.S. Post, sashaying into a seduction steel-cage match with Hannah Miller. Both dangerous types. Quienes mas peligroso? An honest appraisal would throw me, Toonces-the-Driving-Cat like, over the cliff of understanding that Ms. Miller has a slight lead over Ms. Kanzler. Jenny is moored to the shore, as a painter, of a kind of wholesome earnestness about serious creation that offsets her kinkiness. Hannah, in the relevant days, was pure kink. Substitute politics for art to make the souffle, and up rises an absolute monster of seductive fluency. How about the seduction Carl Yastrzemski of Boston herself, enfranchised alongside The Cars? Same basic idea. Too rooted in the idea of Creation-not-Destruction, with something earnest to express. What Hannah expressed was inchoate, in whole, except to say that she played hardball even if the game was badminton. But back to the Divine Miss K, and the sense that in this piece, our two primordial Overlord Heroines have not been forgotten. Jenny (Diana), as can be seen, used kinkiness to try to teach them a lesson. Unfortunately, we were all too young and stoned to notice much but who was opped to pack the next bowl. Kids.  And a bunch of Dangerous Types, as it were. Worth remembering, in the end, because we did mean it about art. So there, Hannah.