red clouds over Metropolis -
calm night under a dark watch -
blood glow that condemns stars -
and a moist draft that carries the dead of dusk -
- blind hiss of wheels at crossroads
- head-lit melancholy of late travel
- glass beads swelling with each fall
- puddles that wash heels' memories
and ends meet to name their course towards death;
that purported peaceful death, haunting the undead -
like my star-torched dream,
what unholy praise from hallucinated prophets
would this dawn prey on the pages of my fictional beginning?
Monday, January 17, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
First Room of Miseducation
Memoirs
of Decay
'Memoirs of Decay' is a digital trilogy documenting a journey of 'The
Young Black Man as The Artist', through antipodes of a perceived After Life.
Told in Three Chapters, the memoirs are re-visitations of past arbitrary
sequences shot by The Filmmakers, and it mainly aims to revise purposes of
surrealist activities orchestrated by three video artists. As the ancient sages
had inferred that life is a journey without a specific destination, the film is
an implicit reconstruction of such a thought and philosophy - which through our
contemporary interpretation would be surmised, as “The Journey is the
Destination".
This collage aims at creating a transition between ‘The World of the
Perpetrator and Victims’, by making fluid the unintentional perceptual
intentions of the ‘Image Captor’ and the point of view of ‘The Spectator’ when
the images are assembled in a new linear narrative.
Through this narrative experiment the film aims at a distinct analysis
of human responses, either to the end of calling most to action or the mere
dampening of senses as is experienced by most in our narcissistic societies.
The voyeur in any latent observer of the “Image Captured’, having
qualified the individual perspective as valid within the overall scope of collective
memory, would therefore be left to make those ethical judgements upon their own
shoulders – be they about belief in the authenticity of the depictions.
The Video Remix is comprised mainly of Archive Materials from various
sources, and these are compiled in relation to the envisaged edit temperament
and the resulting surrealistic montages.
A number of symbols are used to heighten the underpinning Oneiric
Element in all the films in the trilogy. And these elements are still left to
the viewer as witness to unfolding journey of the ‘Young Black Man as an
artist’.
The context of the narrative transpires within a sombre mood of
alone-ness, which we believe to be the results of the sequence having being
shot when the Artist a recluse due to personal psychological reasons.
First Room of
Mis-Education
Through a serene space in a time not determined we find a young man
walking the slums of a township that could be anywhere in South Africa. The
film thus follows our subject in a somnambulist dream where, with a broken
telephone in hand he walks towards graves, crowds of the living until a final
meeting with his peers with whom we find no similarity or connection. A ritual
of intermittent calls paid to an unknown, a waltz among dancing children and a
visit to the kraal; all imply a sombre reality of township life a both symbols
and objects of reality. Here the line between reality and surreality is
blurred, hoping the viewer will rasp the intricate connections between the two
spheres.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Life is...
a dream wrapped in one's skin -
stage fright for dying in a scroll I rewrote.
time mistaken,
and looking awkward on my ceiling.
a source,
until dirges are dusted into the sea.
papyrus wings floating about the sun,
a spark screaming from a gutter.
will-frog hopping on my cell's floor,
a stranger among grown-up newborns...
exhausted by friends who passed on to the last laugh.
stage fright for dying in a scroll I rewrote.
time mistaken,
and looking awkward on my ceiling.
a source,
until dirges are dusted into the sea.
papyrus wings floating about the sun,
a spark screaming from a gutter.
will-frog hopping on my cell's floor,
a stranger among grown-up newborns...
exhausted by friends who passed on to the last laugh.
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