blue

it is not that I can explain it

it is that I cannot explain why

in the back of my mind

music to be murdered by

ordained crows

slow and regal

take flight

midnight

moonlight

collecting visual narrative

 serving platter, overhead projector, and placed on silver gelatin photo paper during enlargement

"Character is like a tree, and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing." - Abraham Lincoln, as quoted by Noah Brooks, in Scribner's Monthly, August 1879 

collaborative images

 "We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master" - Ernest Hemingway

in love, in war

a magic lantern slide poem, presenting the follow spots used in conjunction with slide poems

 

chapter 2. in war

Royal Aerial Steam Carriage Regiment (Mechanized)

 

 

 

 

 

 

follow spot

In trying to find a handheld lightweight projector, the use of a flashlight Pordell seemed like the way to go, the hard part was to consider the size of the slide to convey the meaning of the visual image to correlate to the poem. The light source is a LED shop light from Wallymart and takes 3 AA batteries. The condenser is from the Simmons Omega B22 negative enlarger with the two lenses convexity facing each other and the separator is a cut down corrugated aluminum piece from a Simmons Omega D2 enlarger. Added some chaffing rubber material that I generally use for the rim of my stereopticons.    

 

 

Then cut down some threaded rods to get the right size for coupling/ sandwiching the condenser lens housings between the workshop lights to the wooden framed magic lantern slides.

PVC piping coupler was used for the lens mount and PVC pipe for the lens barrel. The lens object from the Simmons Omega B22 is the supplemental condenser lens. The magic lantern wooded frame was removed from the condenser and a aluminum metal duct-work tape was used to adhere the PVC lens mount and then placed back and tightened. The PVC lens barrel used the same aluminum tape to adhere the objective lens.

pyromaniacs

 

 

the valley, a canopy of clouds. we continue to destroy our destiny by using the inferences that my personal destination is my obligation and anyone else’s is my destruction. protect my queen at all costs, my god will save you, a candle in my window to guide you. everything is not everything, nothing in this world belongs to me. fear and warfare are based in the deception and the imagination of some, and the silence of others, fighting fools and fighting monsters are both battles fought at sea.

the clouds are broken, the night sky becoming clear. the roaming lamps of fisherman blend with fireflies and the reflections of the night stars. what if this is impossible, if it is nothing, if not nothing, from nothing, a place where we once shared voices, singing, dancing, what if it is all for not, dancing to imaginary music with imaginary people, for those who watch? I hope my cause of death, is not the cause of me, nor the cause of you…just before midnight, donning masks…we burn the fleets of ships in port, and by morning, we will be silhouettes in the rising sun, dancing and singing, the smoke, a canopy of clouds.

 

 

One Slide Poem

Appointed heroes

and they round the corner, closer and closer, larger and larger, keep your false gods, false profits, your artificial church, take your hands from out my pockets, keep your hands, off my soul