I saw a sheet of faces in a councilor’s office. People who could not express themselves with words might point at a picture to say how they felt. Darwin, and many others, have written of the common human faces that are the same in all cultures. A visual tendency that was around before language.
I love the last line on the video, “What I am trying to do is to get you to stop trying to figure out ‘what it means.'”
I skated on the street early yesterday morning. I was looking up at the crescent moon just as the rain started to fall. I could see the individual drops highlighted by the street light with the moon high above in a mist. Later, as I sat at the kitchen table I heard the heavy rain in the trees looking out my back door. Rain, rain, rain…
In the Spring of 1982 I went to this protest with Lisa. She is at the center of the photo. The next day at work in a print plant the son of the boss came up to me and pointed out my picture on the front of the Boston Globe’s ‘metro’ section. Thirty three years later I go through thirty three photo shop filters. Plus ca change?
I read of the story ‘Trilby’ long ago. I had become acquainted with the ‘Svengali’ effect some evil actors could have on people through examples in popular culture. So I sought out this ‘lost’ classic that featured a vision of ‘artistic’ bohemian life and romantic longings for a girl with a beautiful voice who seemed hypnotized. Once this romantic novel was more popular that Dracula, a work from the same time. What did millions once find in this story?