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


















Saturday, November 29, 2014

Today's Raising










Mr. Brecht
does not know anything about us
& just nearly a kilometer after
but before the eight mile
& just after the seventh
there’s a road junction
& there are holes in the asphalt
it is not easy at all
thru these days of US
men dragging themselves on woodward
carts skin cloths on the street
gloves pierced hats, somethin'
barb wire for hundreds meters
bent wooden planks
pocked benches of cement
statues of saints from distant europe
they mourn with invoking arms
today’s raising
in black people's words
who did not have a steady job
for over forty years
a newspaper reports new operations
in the financial market
ceo men earn a large amount of money
from the new company.



Friday, August 1, 2014

Fun & Rage










Right upon the trees

right upon the trees
with a caustic lady who tells
you’re not within

try a new life and see
drugs will not help
the heavy beast

searching out there
with a scrapbook all written
so who cares

you wrote tons
in your first life
you were a town lost

going out west
see the highway men
lean over the iron bend

another plastic family
eating all the slop
outside the refinery




*****



Fun & Rage


back in ol' days of '49

of 1949
I got lost in a swamp
in a swamp

all doctors told me
boy you’re weird 'n' insane

coz of I shot him
a bullet in the face
coz I shot him
for fun & rage

back in ol days of 49
of 1949
got a job near the coal mine
the soft coal mine

they got stuck and they died
little flaming pieces in da coal mine

owner so proud to live
in the golden house
with his cozy family
hard to believe

back in ol' day of 66
of 1966
we vote for democracy
red utopia of socialism

the president passed away
a bullet in the back
that was rage
of a terror attack

he was buried down the hill
with cannon balls rollin’
buried down the hill
funny place to live


*****




Lost her

this is a story hard to tell
even to a sad priest
this is that kind of story
that has not an happy leave

it narrates how a lonely man
found his unexpected end

but the sun is shining
and it won’t remind me
how I lost her

this a really vain story
difficult to tell
this is an ancestral story
and no closing end

if you glad I could tell ya
for thousands maids

but the sun is shining
and it won’t remind me
how I lost her

I have to begin this story
or it will be too late
I don’t want this story anymore
down in my grave

a little far away just from here
there’s a blanket ban red sign

but the sun is shining
and it won’t remind me
how I lost her


*****



Steeltown

In Steeltown
there’s a road called
2 minutes hiring

in the past there were a lot of workers
fighting in downtown riots

when the town gets the dawn
the crowd get so excited
the unions were corrupted
the police beat ‘em to exhaust ‘em

out of the factories there are human needs
many people talk together about a new equal society
get more rights and balance the greed of plutocracy

but when they declare the town went bankrupt
people in the streets lost a lot

it was very hard to go forward without a loan
so I went every day to a pawn shop
to got the money for the raise of my honor

but when they declare the town went bankrupt
people in the streets lost a lot

now I see all this sad stories on tv
they interviewed a lathe turner who lost the job in the last spring
he got a triple mortgage and three kids

but when they declare the town went bankrupt
people in the streets lost a lot


*****



Blackened skull ring

taking off
now

plans to do
somehow

get to find that girl
barstool blues above

get a book
and see

reed a lot
a way to be

with your feet
right on the street

talk about politics

her brain is so sweet

married a woman
maybe

got a kid
no-way

see the homeless men
counting nickels

buy them coffee
respect 'em always

love that woman
with fancy hair

write a poem
on the dark age

try to understand
all this messy dirt

buy her flowers no gray

find an ashtray

all the employees
laughing at me


pay that blackened skull ring


*****

Thru SouthWest

the place closed very late
people crawled outside and waste
rusty mornings aside
you could say it won’t be nice

hauled down talks down the line
crazy women don’t share their wine
the churches are closed every time
the major had a new ticket for his wife

hey people I’ve got
two three words to share
the first one begun in a burning hell
the widow was cut & nuthin’ else
would you try ‘nother man

sitting up straight with the preacher man
sucking him with whole bare hands
and you know that it will not end soon
the child of a single mother, a child on the moon

ripped it out talking loud
eating what you have found
looking for sex looking for balloons
never trust a man who is drunk at noon

the main things I don’t care
money god sweet sis & dad
I grab the car in the alley
going thru southwest, thru southwest


*****

Ride on

They came to us
to have the lands
to steal our land
they were about
just a few men
but they were
so damned bad

they’ve been already
in the other town
they robbed a bank
they left deads
some bleeding heads
and a woman called
Rusty Heleine

me my mum & dad
we wore fine hats
we had the farm
but this was not
a good reason
to still believe
in it

I was so scared
when I saw ‘em
we were in the fall
of the lowlands

months passed
me my mum & dad
we worked for that people
we share food wine
believe or not
and some barrel
of gun powder

grandpa is not so proud
of this situation down
but it keep us alive
I’m not worried
in seem to be
a really good guy
of this ol’ town

I was so scared
when I saw ‘em
we were in the fall
of the lowlands

years go by
I have changed
a little my mind
I’ve got a pump
right off the road
but I keep on telling’ me
ride on


*****

The Distance

Out in the distance
animals ride

out in the distance
no flag to fight for

you can hold a gun
toward the sky

you can hold a shotgun
and do no harm

a warm applause
when you turn off
a warm applause
for your song

out in the distance
coyotes round the fire

out in the distance
borders are free

red hills & ground 
make you feel about

changing weather
and all it was ever

a warm applause
when you turn off
a warm applause
for your song

out in the distance
no nations across

out in the distance
you can’t find a white cross

walking with no doubt
the rise and fall of a dawn

chasing evil thoughts
going on and on and on

out in the fields
the distance is not

out in the fields
the distance is not

what I was thinking of
what I was thinking of