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Tag: Jacqueline Kennedy

GIF Experiments: 16 (Take a Photograph of What You Love)

I divided 190 images (manipulated in Photoshop) used in these three GIFS into three groups – arbitrarily. Many were repetitive and yet many unique. I sought to give each GIF its own visual rhythm. Then I added a phrase to the third GIF: Take a photograph of what you love.

I reworked and juxtaposed two medieval paintings, a photograph of Jacqueline Kennedy in Dallas, and a photograph of Serge Gainsbourg & Jane Birkin.

How We Listened

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Have you forgotten how we listened

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to what was not being said.

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The sun and the night both shining in Autumn.

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Shining upon what is concealed

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& beneath the crossroads,

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a deeply buried wind

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streaming through the empty house.

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Dedicated to my (late) brother Larry, whose birthday is 2/22, who cried over his black fish floating belly up, who slipped climbing the crabapple tree & gashed his belly open with a nail. We passed through the cage of black & white TV broadcasting one Friday late into the night and throughout the weekend until a funeral on Monday.

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My video poem concerning this event: https://vimeo.com/11304739

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I think I found the spiral Xray online a couple of years ago. Of course , neither am I claiming any copyright credit for the photographs of J.F.K.’s funeral. A detail from a still photo of a performer riding a horse in my video poem is also in the mix. I will take some credit for that.

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You Were Brave in that Holy War by Hafiz

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You have done well In the contest of madness.

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You were brave in that holy war.

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You have all the honorable wounds Of one who has tried to find love Where the Beautiful Bird Does not drink.

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May I speak to you Like we are close And locked away together? Once I found a stray kitten And I used to soak my fingers In warm milk;

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It came to think I was five mothers On one hand.

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Wayfarer, Why not rest your tired body? Lean back and close your eyes.

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Come morning I will kneel by your side and feed you. I will so gently Spread open your mouth And let you taste something of my Sacred mind and life.

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Surely There is something wrong With your ideas of God

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O, surely there is something wrong With your ideas of God

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If you think Our Beloved would not be so Tender.

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– The Gift: Poems by Hafiz the great Sufi Master

translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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The smiling image of Jacqueline Kennedy in Dallas contrasting with the shock and horror she soon experienced has haunted me since my youth. Is it enough to say this Hafiz poem is about coming to terms with grief in a metaphysical context? I do not claim to be an expert on such things but with this project I attempt to address grief. I created digital variations of a coloured – pencil drawing of Mrs. Kennedy in Dallas, November 22, 1963. I used seven of these drawings for a collage series, including drawing & painting, on handmade Japanese paper for a 2003 exhibition commemorating the 40th anniversary of JFK’s death. The poetry video My Story Is Not My Own (below) continues the theme:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17LZ1XqubyU

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My Story Is Not My Own (a film poem concerning Nov. 22, 1963)

The same film with subtitles:

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In 2009 I created My Story Is Not My Own, a metaphysical & surreal film poem concerning the Kennedy assassination. My statement concerning this project is beneath the video on the YouTube page.