JONAS MEKAS has often been called "the godfather of American avant-garde cinema."
The year was 1964, early January. From Knokke-Le-Zoute Experimental Film Festival, where Barbara Rubin and I created a scandal when they forbade us to show Jack Smiths film Flaming Creatures, we proceeded to Paris, where we spent some time with Roman Polanski as our driverwe had a car, a tiny car but a car.
In the 1960s and early ’70s, very often, when Rossellini stopped in New York, he used to call me. He was very interested in what was happening in the New York independent film scene.
Yes, Peter Orlovsky, as he walked down the lower Third Avenue, gesticulating with his arms freely, and with his blue-striped farmers shirt, in a large step, and singing, just to himself, somewhere deep in himself, a very high high note, a voice that seemed to be coming from some very strange inner voice, very personal, very fragile.
When Gregory Markopoulos (1928 92) made his first 16mm film Psyche in 1947, at only 19 years old, the American avant-garde cinema was still in its infancy, having been ushered in only four years earlier by Maya Derens ground-breaking Meshes of the Afternoon. By 1974, when he wrote the following text. The recent publication Film as Film: The Collected Writings of Gregory J. Markopoulos (The Visible Press, 2014) is available in New York from Anthology Film Archives or online from thevisiblepress.com
Some are talking about the End of History. There are others who say that we are at the End of Cinema. Do not believe any of this!
Winter, dont ever be over.
So much has been said about the essence of things and men that youll forgive me if Ill say a few words in praise of the surface.
May 20th Saw DoDo Jin Ming photography show at Laurence Miller Gallery. Incredible stormy ocean photographs.
Born in Czechoslovakia in 1908, he gained fame with two films he made together with Herbert Kline, Crisis (1939) and Lights Out in Europe (1940)the two films in which he warned the West about the rise of Nazi Germany.
Organic, living organism that grew and grew over the period of 47 years.
We buried Hollis. A small crowd of about 30 or so, family circle, realitves, cousins, mothers.
Forget the utopias: life is here and now.