Tuesday, September 8, 2015

R61, deposed/1



[...] and there was this man dressed in red branson they called him I think they called him branson or ranson not sure bout that I crossed the sthreet he had this red nose of ribbons thought he was kinda fighter then that night there was the shooting at the silver bar I was crossing that sthreet and the party started: heavy load on me buddies that period was surely high lemmie tell ya you can never be so sure are your eyes able to see that night I saw a double murder on R-61 aside the main sthreet in the heart of the state black mamba snakes gators football matches on tvs beers gallons of whiskey the life on the fuckin missie the water queen of this universe ehy I tell ya what I tell you I’m tired retired every little drop that can rest can remains in this world of centuries all this affair this human existence this human consequence the man in red was called RED funny but he was scarlet I didn’t pretend an equal life low life I do not ever understand all of you words we’re all surrounded by words words and people and now tell me in what do you believe religion wives whores a fuckin black hole what do ya believe all this stuff maybe she was a prost and she was my sis what are gonna do bout it no way man outside fields n nuthin they wash the sthreets they wash the roads highways factories houses farms the whole country and they go on and on and on to make this nation clean and neat [...]

Saturday, July 25, 2015

147,1





sun's gone down in highways junctions bottom, car radio still on to survive to the spring birds migration and human beings that stand with you in a path to follow only after seven in the evening, large elevated sections suspended hundreds of meters above the barren valley due to the spilled and the burnt oil after some leaks, the exterior lights of an abandoned theatre left without electricity by an amount of time with no name and no form - out of the diner, cars with oversized tires welcome to nighthawks and that girl sitting at that white table and holding a sepia tone newspaper, seems to tell everyone I saw the world, looking at page after page till the ads, not the lonely hearts ones, but job offers; she would have wanted to bring a red pen to circle phone numbers but she did not and she won’t do anything of this then she shakes the paper and takes another long sip of coffee and orders a vanilla milkshake. She gazes out the window and sees me walking outside.








Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Three Songs








Vinnie



Ehy vinnie vinnie
How's out there
Ehy vinnie
Definitely Who cares
Little Vinnie
In your pants
Joyceful Vinnie
With her mare
You got a trust that won't last
In season of war it will be rough
Ehy vinnie vinnie
Who can tell
Every holy day
Yo get to the shop
So there's nothing again to drop
Vinnie vinnie

********

Foreign Land


This song began
With a man
Who lost his head
He lived in a foreign land
A foreign land
Without a maid
He knew what was right
But he didn't do it
All the time
In the woods with cherry wine
All the beasts
And walk by
Not even fall with a gun
Hunting victims
For the trials
He returned to swampy islands
To get buried
In his mother backyard
He knew what was right
But he didn't do it
All the time
In the woods with cherry wine
All the beasts
And walk by

*******

This ol town

They arrived
This ol town
They knew
What was all about
They arrived
This ol town
In a car
Dragged down
They arrived that day
Nuthin to say
Sun was low
No story told





Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Deastman Series













1958, Detroit. The Packard Motor Car Company closes the automotive plant that runs along the Concord Avenue: EOP, end of production. One of the largest plants in the world dies while a sign fixed on an aerial walkway tunnel connecting two parts of the industrial complex, warns proudly: QUALITY FIRST. 1958: the second mandate of the Eisenhower Presidency is in progress and U.S. are challenging with the Soviet Union of Khrushchev, not only launching satellites in the space. On ground earth, in the former Confederate States, segregation is alive, bites and kills. Just an year before, a book entitled On the Road was released by a thirty-five writer named Jack Kerouac. Talking about Detroit means also understand this context. The rest can be only a sequence of dates, events, people. The 12th Street Riot, the city's population from 1.8 million to 700 thousand, the $ 18 billion bankruptcy of July, 2013. You can read books about Detroit - I recommend Charlie LeDuff, but you have to see and live Detroit and the street offers a perspective. The endless cement arteries named Woodward, Warren, Gratiot, Jefferson, 6 Mile, 7 Mile , 8 Mile, populated by dilapidated buildings, whose windows with savagely smashed glasses or just completely nonexistent windows, electricity cables dangling from a timber pole to another and then fallen into a point on the asphalt, leaving long rows of houses in a conscious state of urban dementia, abandoned schools elected homeland to any kind of human situation, stores from the depths of the past century with decapitated signs falling apart in midair, hiding sixties-style neon light letters, pawn shops that help the daily survival or just giving cash for another bet at the casino, miles of barbed wire stretched on gates surrounding huge uninhabited properties, public transportation never runs ever and disillusioned passengers cursing the administrations guilty of the failure of the city - an agony lasting decades, free press fighting to prevent the sale of public water to companies that would distribute it only to those who can pay, men of all races playing dice in the forecourt of a gas station fallen into disuse and young people dancing & rapping in the back of the parking lot of a fast-food.
In this Universe of American Devastation the breaking element is given by the people of Detroit, with the daily resistance, with the hope for raising and with an humble request to be told.






Technical Note.

The title The Deastman Series comes from the nickname The D, abbreviation elected by the locals to call their city, joined with the name of the film I chose, Eastman Double-X, a medium speed - 250 asa. I used Nikon Fe and FM2 camera bodies with a 20 mm fixed lens. Eastman Double -X differs from traditional films for general applications, such as 400 asa films of other well-known producers, that despite the fact that they have a large reliability, they pay the result of a substantial uniformity of the subject.
The film in this series, furthermore if used in a mode privileging the timing, provides, both in development phase of the negative and even more in the darkroom and then in the printing process, a significant differentiation of tonality of contrasts. These features are made possible by the fact that the Eastman Double-X has been conceived and used for the the cinema in order to obtain and maintain a wide depth of field, stability of the structural components of the image, making they stand out in the presence of contrasts.




Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Dolores, the wind above our head
















closed where it can't get
there the words begin

what we call law & le droit

our social involvement
train stations
open cities

our literature
our journalism
jester satire

the world
the old europe
declined in the West

miles davis
arrière-pensée
a land too civilized

assemblies & point of order
amendments & petitions
referendums in the squares

the birth of tragedy & karl marx
la commune dissolved by cannon
our flesh wrapped in three colors

threat
death penalty
altruism

millenial churches
art institutes
academies

by all means
with our head
with our body