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GIF Experiments: 31 (Crack in the narrative)

Once I shattered my ankle. An ocean of cracks.

The shattered ankle followed two impossible years.

Everything started up again like a beginning.

Like some sort of symbolic ritual.

that’s how the light gets in.

A crack, a wound, a shiver, a doubt, recalibration.

Crack in the narrative.

In Neruda’s Ode to Broken Things: cups cracked by the cold.

Leonard Cohen: There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.

Lennon-McCartney: I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in… and stops my mind from wandering.

I knew a video editor who referred to ‘artifacts’ when discussing glitches.

Artifacts… of subversion… create… a new version.

Versions... of subversion… create… a new artifact.

Pop goes the weasel! Crack goes the narrative!

Pop Goes the Weasel

A penny for a spool of thread

A penny for a needle

That’s the way the money goes

Pop goes the weasel ~

Johnny’s got the whooping cough

Jenny’s got the measles

That’s the way the money goes

Pop goes the weasel ~

All around the cobbler’s bench

The monkey chased the weasel

The monkey thought twas all in fun

Pop goes the weasel ~

I’ve no time to wait or sigh

No time to wheedle

Only time to say goodbye

Pop goes the weasel ~

All around the chicken coop

Ran the little weasel

The monkey thought he had him when

Pop goes the weasel ~

Round and round the monkey ran

Till he began to wheedle

Come and catch me if you can

Pop goes the weasel ~

And then the cow jumped over the moon

The cat played the fiddle

They all began to sing the tune

Pop goes the weasel ~

No time to sing have I

No time to wheedle

Kiss me quick and then I’m off

Pop goes the weasel ~

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GIF Experiments: 3 (My brother’s fish & my father’s funeral)

 

My brother cried, ‘Popeye is dead. Popeye is dead. He was inconsolable.’ His little google-eyed black fish perished overnight and floated in the bowl. At my father’s funeral the stress of the previous day’s open-casket visitation almost pushed my siblings and myself over the edge. We sat in a row along the pew, waiting for the minister to speak, our strange hushed laughter bubbling.

 

 

I appreciate the support given to me by the Canada Council for the Arts Digital Originals program in funding this GIF project based on text (with added images) from my most recent book Meme-Noir.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GIF Experiments: 2 (Five Works)

 

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I appreciate the support of the Canada Council for the Arts Digital Originals Program support for this project.

 

GIF Experiments: 1 (Four early works)

 

 The Canada Council For the Arts ‘Digital Originals’ grant program has funded my project creating GIFS using text from my recent book Meme-Noir.

 

 

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