Tag Archives: Experimental video

of obtuse observations

Posted on March 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Critical Focal Acuity Fade In -Series of found film cuts as the camera goes out of focus or shoots unfocused -Series of stills from said shots -Series of cuts of shots becoming resolved into focus -Asynchronous sound of obtuse observations … Continue reading →

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in barbaric ice

Posted on February 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

(click on the play button above & watch my short film doppelgänger) HyperthermHaiku An atavistic blood ablution, frozen sharp, in barbaric ice. The sun sliced a cut of cold light onto his face — a bullet-dry hole. A frozen wasteland … Continue reading →

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nothing is imbued

Posted on January 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Billabong A distortion in her preflight instruction A 4-hour flight turned into a 15-hour ordeal A crash in a Peruvian penal colony A float down the Amazon River on handmade raft A month adrift in a state-sized billabong in … Continue reading →

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keeping him dead

Posted on January 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Gun That Weighed A Ton (haiku tercets) Once, my father’s gun was proferred open-handed as proof of his love. He sat naked, wet, at the edge of the bed, said, “I didn’t, for you.” I felt horrible that I was … Continue reading →

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all happened here

Posted on January 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

(click on play button above and watch my short film vomitus) Waiting for the Reichstag Fire (01.07.21) I’m waiting for the flood. I’m waiting. I’m hoping against deliberative hope that the storming of Congress wasn’t the prelude for the pretext … Continue reading →

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mighty good leader

Posted on January 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Click on the play button above to watch my short film iii. mighty good leader. “Everything faded into mist. The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became truth.” — George Orwell / 1984

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