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Jonas Mekas

On Star Spangled To Death

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Organic, living organism that grew and grew over the period of 47 years. Ken says, “The film is done; it weighed on me all those years.” But I wouldn’t take that for the last word. Maybe the only film I know that is Artaud: Monumental Song of Despair & Hope. Of epic proportions, incredibly complex…

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Two Memories of Alexander-Sasha Hammid

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Memory One The year was 1953. I had just moved into 95 Orchard Street place. The rent was $14.95 a month. During the days I worked at Lenard Perskie’s Graphic Studios on West 22nd Street, doing camera work. We did work for the international edition of Life magazine. I remember making copies for Archipenko of…

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Just Like A Shadow

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As an exile, as a displaced person, I felt that I had lost so much, my country, my family, even my early written diaries, ten years of it, that I developed a need to try to retain everything I was passing through, y means of my Bolex camera. It became an obsession, a passion, a…

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First Idyll: Old is This Rushing of Rain

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Old is this rushing of rain down the bush branches, the droning of grouse in the red dawn of summer – old is this our talking: of the yellow fields of barley and oat, the herdsmen fires in the wet, windy loneliness of autumn, of potato digging time, and of the sultry heat of summer,…

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