EXCLUSIF :Tim Georgeson X Caia Hagel LOVE HEROES

Love Heroes by Caia Hagel and Tim Georgeson

Love Heroes by Caia Hagel and Tim Georgeson



Tattoos, roses, fashion, attitude – what helps to make the modern man more desirable? These are some of the questions that the subjects of Tim Georgeson’s photos ask, portraits of young, urban, sexually ambivalent men who are yearning for love. Inspired by Caia Hagel’s Love Hero poem series that explores the failed love scenes of superheroes like Superman and The Incredible Hulk who can’t get it right because they’re addicted to porn, or they have father issues, or they’re being sexually overpowered by women; this art series poses some intriguing questions.

What happened to good old-fashioned heterosexual love? for a start. “Maybe in the Information/Aquarian age anything goes, maybe we’re finally getting Carl Jung’s Anima and Animus idea – but the fact is that androgyny, sexual-orientation fluidity, trans-genderism and experimentation are the hallmarks of today’s cutting-edge crowds. You see it in fashion, in music, in art, in political activism – the world is in the throes of a deep metamorphosis,” says Hagel.

The Mayans did predict the end of the world as we know it this year – perhaps metamorphosis is the measure of this. “I was at a dinner party the other night and we were talking about who has more power,” Hagel continues, “Is it gay men, straight men, gay women or straight women? We decided that gay men have the most power. If you look at the movers and shakers in the art world and in cultural institutions, which shape societal thinking, many of the power players are gay men. Second place we gave to straight women – who are now much more than affirmative action recipients, they are sexual, feminine firebombs. Then we agreed it’s gay women, whose communities are cool and growing in strength and numbers. Finally, in last place, it was straight men. A few people laughed and said it’s still a man’s world. Maybe it is in the upper echelons of conservative institutions but if pop culture is a measure of the times, and the underground scene is the measure of the future – the straight man’s hegemony is in peril”. Georgeson adds, “If this isn’t confusing enough, we also see the boundaries between sexually defined groups getting blurrier”.

If experimental sexuality is the last taboo, what kind of heroes do we have to look up to? Who do we go to, to find our way through the confusion and the longing to be loved? Are there fathers or mothers, teachers or politicians to guide us? Does anyone understand us or are we alone at this new frontier? The Love Heroes may not yet have the answers but they are searching …

Love Heroes by Caia Hagel and Tim Georgeson


LOVE HERO



Superman goes to Paris
escapes the pain of fame
names the unhealed

background music intentions
colouring the way he feels things

expat crowd
Andy, bass player
Sean, student of philosophy
Cindy, amateur mime
Linda, jewelry maker

Tuileries
Rodin
rain

gigs in little bohemian eateries
that are too loud to speak in
Sean reading reams
Andy tuning strings pausing only briefly Cindy
rushed from audition to rehearsal wearing
makeup and costumes Linda esoteric
shapes and insects
fashioned into broaches

brief and abstract
like dreams

Superman
walks far and alone
drinks coffee bums cigarettes lets
hair run greasy
deconstructs reconstructs
the morsels of dusk

feeling invisible

free.

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Spring,
Cindy says she’s going to be out of town
offers him her studio apartment
in the Marais over a late night drink
explains the pulley system of the
old elevator the
funny way the mini fridge works in her kitchen
slides the keys across the table
to him

most intimate thing he has done for as long as he can remember –

first night at Cindy’s
take out
on the one chair
by the bed that’s
under the window
looks over rooftops
slurping noodles
the light a little orange even
when it’s
dark

Before brushing his teeth and putting his pajamas on
he stops by the chest of drawers and opens the drawers

pulls articles of her clothing out of their piles holds
them up to the light smells them for
her smells
tries to fold them up again feels
like trespassing

closes the drawers
still curious

looks around stops at
the bookshelf along the outside of the bathroom passes his eyes
over the titles
on volcanoes, crystals, mushrooms, Indigenous ritual, Hawaiian surfing tradition
Marcel Marceau
astrology
political anarchy
French cookery
CD’s
covering Bach to ZZ
Top, and
La Mémoire et La Mer

Superman picks up this last
book three
pages of text fall out
he bends down picks them up
sees that they are emails
between Cindy and Linda
sits down on the floor
reads them

Love Heroes by Caia Hagel and Tim Georgeson



On Sun, Mar 23, 2012 at 2:03AM, Cindy P <cinds@gmail.com> wrote:

I've been thinking about this since you wrote it last
night, it's something I know very deeply but I've been
wondering what the right words might be to describe it
back to you, especially about your own fate which was
much more sudden and tragic in a bullet wound
way than my tragedy-from-the-outset
circumstances were. I will always feel wrapped up in
your tragedy very personally because of a sense of being with you at that time on many
levels touching mortal and immortal, having you close
on the other side
breaking out from umbilicus and time,
market shares and all those cares,
me nudging you on with a
pocketknife. It was the beginning of experience and
the end of time in one Plutonian punch - though
the differences in our ruins are more
categorised I think by a Neptune flooding in my case untime -
(slipshod boundariless
alcohol confusion mislaid extreme way
out at sea missing
rudders, compasses, timepieces, thermometers)
and in your case a confined timed
Saturnian nest that was unusually safe and unusually protective
so that your virginity stayed intact until
the sudden loss of your Father -
A slashing of the bud.

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stinging virgin

Regardless of age, the juncture between childhood
and adulthood seems sacred
like a
hymen like a
fence that if rusted
by tragedy makes a certain light – a low glow – fall across living a
light that as you
say bathes the body in
mysterious damage that can sometimes
be remembered intime - by
aude sapere, fons et origo

in wilderness

arrow-sharp moonless
lower
than shadow

see if you can catch one

An ancestor of mine
spent most of his summers
as a young man observing the
patients at a mental
asylum on the outskirts of Vienna
making groundbreaking
art. He said The
margins and the marginalised are where what matters
about society can be perceived, he
called this true
insights via false

paths

Love Heroes by Caia Hagel and Tim Georgeson


today in Paris, our
pasts polluted
our potent pigments

our fates on a dinner
plate


the only thing to do it seems is to use these
outsider perceptions for the good of art for
others sometimes
I wonder if this is how we are sliced off
to be voices in tar, time, for the
unable unwilling
to
go to the outskirts
where the stories are
to bring them back.
xx Cinds

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On Sat, Mar 22, 2012 at 11:23 PM, Linda L <ll@hotmail.com> wrote:

I definitely feel, more and more with time, that
Our Father's premature death
shifted the course of all our lives in a way that
has been quite
detrimental. I wonder if the late-blossoming of all
his children was
because of the timing of his death, which resulted
in at least a century of limbo and loss and lost-ness. Who ever knew
how much he had
grounded us. The absence of your Father
from a much
earlier child period
must feel even more profound, untime,
crushed earth crime - though
I think in the case of
you, you blossomed really early (too soaked in the crack?) and maybe didn't
feel deposited enough to ground the sounds of yourself more
thoroughly
in what you knew so early on,
at dawn.
xo L

On Thu, Mar 20, 2012 at 4:56 PM, Cindy P <cinds@gmail.com> wrote:

Maybe we're trying to win back what's been lost
even while knowing that it can never be done - that's
the ruin
and the revelation.

This version gives
our beginnings
a razor
slant
x Cinds

Love Heroes by Caia Hagel and Tim Georgeson



Accordion music
lifting from the street
Superman clutching the papers
to his chest until the ring of glass has
split through him

he folds the papers away inside La Mémoire et La Mer
he snags his cape on the doorknob on his way into the bathroom he sears his hands under
the burned water of the bathroom sink
like the water
is kryptonite

When his teeth are scrubbed he stares at the S on his chest in the mirror.

Next morning
Strange.

Dear Father,
I’m in Paris. I hope you’re well. I don’t really know how to write this letter that I’ve
wanted to write you all my life. I feel lost when I think about your body.

he scratches this out
crumples the paper into a tiny
ball throws it away

glass splitting
still

still

life
strife
spilled onto a
kitchen
knife

hard floor

soak me to the core of something more


so I can look better cook better taste
better

your life
to write me


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Father

When Cindy comes back a week later
she says Stay Superman

she says Linda’s coming over

we need a witness.

Night,
Superman on the one chair

Cindy and Linda kissing
orange light.

Love Heroes by Caia Hagel and Tim Georgeson



Poem: Caia Hagel
Photos: Tim Georgeson

Tim-Georgeson