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Minor - Disconnected
The assignment for the Minor is to create a music video for one of the tracks of the recitement CD. I will work in a group of three students, and we've chosen the track Disconnected performed by Allen Ginsberg.
Disconnected - Allen Ginsberg
I am a victim of telephones
When I lay down to sleep dream the Wishing Well
it rings
“Have you a new play for the brokendown theater?”
When I write in my notebook poem
it rings
“Buster Keaton is under the brooklyn bridge on Frankfurt and Pearl . . .”
When I unsheath my skin extend my cock
toward someone’s thighs fat or thin, boy or girl
Tingaling—”Please get him out of jail . . . the police are crashing down”
When I lift the soupspoon to my lips,
the phone on the foor begins purring
when I muse at smoke crawling over the roof
outside my street window purifying
Eternity with my eye observation of grey vaporous columns in the sky
ring ring
“Hello, this is Esquire…
When I lift the soupspoon to my lips,
the phone on the foor begins purring
“Hello it’s me—I’m in the park two broads from Iowa . . .
nowhere to sleep last night . . .
hit ‘em in the mouth”
ringing at dawn ringing all afternoon
ringing up midnight
ringing now forever ringing now forever
ringing now forever ringing now forever
ringing now forever.
This is the first idea...
Disconnected - Allen Ginsberg
I am a victim of telephones
When I lay down to sleep dream the Wishing Well
it rings
“Have you a new play for the brokendown theater?”
When I write in my notebook poem
it rings
“Buster Keaton is under the brooklyn bridge on Frankfurt and Pearl . . .”
When I unsheath my skin extend my cock
toward someone’s thighs fat or thin, boy or girl
Tingaling—”Please get him out of jail . . . the police are crashing down”
When I lift the soupspoon to my lips,
the phone on the foor begins purring
when I muse at smoke crawling over the roof
outside my street window purifying
Eternity with my eye observation of grey vaporous columns in the sky
ring ring
“Hello, this is Esquire…
When I lift the soupspoon to my lips,
the phone on the foor begins purring
“Hello it’s me—I’m in the park two broads from Iowa . . .
nowhere to sleep last night . . .
hit ‘em in the mouth”
ringing at dawn ringing all afternoon
ringing up midnight
ringing now forever ringing now forever
ringing now forever ringing now forever
ringing now forever.
This is the first idea...
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This work is based on the novel "L'Ecume des Jours" by Boris Vian, where nothing is what it seems to be. I imagined a world in which every object can have a different meaning and utility depending on the way you perceive it. It's like a machine that goes round and round, but always does different things. Technique: mixed media on PFL
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