A collection of quotes from my reading that say something about memory that resonate and I probably won’t remember.
This film was made for a competition, I think run by Melbourne’s The Age, or maybe it was just that their film reviewer Colin Bennett was the judge. It was never finished in time for the competition, and then became a document of a Corryong High School Open Day.
I worked at a local chemist camera counter to pay off my first standard 8 camera. They offered me the job when I asked about the price of one in the window. My parents gave me a first roll of Kodachrome and I started this film.
I was reminded of Avendon and Baldwin by a Monoskop reference to the book ‘Nothing Personal’. I had this paperback copy because, well, at the time (late sixties) to be up with pop-culture, you had to.
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I probably first heard of Charon from Robert Graves “Greek Myths” but ‘paying the ferryman’ is, at least in my generation, a common term. In the back of it all is the love story of stupid Cupid and the silly, mortal Psyche. I made a video.
After a hippie era testing of ‘magic’ psylocibe< mushrooms when I was violently ill, (trippy but ill), I'll pass on testing the fly agaric's hallucinogenic qualities.
I was a Beatles fan much like everyone my (teen) age at Corryong High School, I wanted to let my hair grow, and I wanted to see ‘Hard Days Night’ .
“There ought to be texts on the subject, authoritative texts that would enable one to deal with these situations, far commoner than is generally believed.”
I could never say I love them. In fact I was brought up to hate them and like a lapsed Catholic still feel there is an original sin that I’m denying by appreciating their beauty.
Basho’s travel writing give us insight into what drove this poet to keep searching for meaning and enlightenment. It inspired lots of experimental film titles, including some of mine, here’s one. Explained.
I took a roll of 35mm images around my parents La Trobe Cinema and lent them to my mother, both now long gone. These are from a 4fps film of the day when Jim Lawrence leased it to my parents in June 1973. That I still have.
We need our computer folk heroes, and if they come with an air of danger around them, it restores the feeling that we were on the digital frontier. Another story from MM, for the last print issue June 1995.
Artist Bill O’Donovan came into the MM office with his folio, just as we were doing our last print issue, so we couldn’t offer him any work. All we could suggest was, that he stick around, and we’ll do something together on the web.
What could be more romantic than a boat trip down the Yonne river? A cemetery of course. This was the start of the journey. Look out for the locks! Video coming soon.
In June 2009 visiting Jan’s friend Jane, who was working in Alice Springs, we drove out to Hermannsburg Mission, known as the home of, and the landscapes of painter Albert Namatjira.
There were lots of filmmaker friends and even cameras we passed around, so the results are of variable quality. I’m grateful to have all this. In spite of omens there’s happiness here (and a lot of hair!)
In 2016, a group of the original 1966 RMIT SRC were invited back for a 50 years Anniversary. I said yes, and I’ll take some video. People change in fifty years, some more than others.
“Today everything is archive and everyone an archivist. People everywhere constantly create, collect, document, make lists, inventories, classify, store, retrieve, and reuse all kinds of information.” Here’s a look at forgetting things.
Mike Kuchar came to present his and identical twin brother George’s films at the Coop. We introduced him to a few of our filmmaker friends – the Super 8 movie shows a night at Michael Lee (and Magda’s) house and recording a video interview.
Hugh McSpedden was always part of the Melbourne alternative film community from the early days of the Film Co-op. His light shows were integral to the T.F. Much Ballroom and other concerts I attended. I’m finding bits in my film archives of him, so I’ve started this page.
“Truffaut’s ‘The 400 Blows’ was only the setup. ‘Breathless’ was the knockout blow. If ‘The 400 Blows’ was the February revolution, ‘Breathless’ was October.” Richard Brody.
What’s hard to remember is that we had little option for portable digital image storage other than floppy disk, or limited built-in RAM. This was my first digital camera, recording stills, movies and sound on a mini CD.
Another update from the Country Diary. About a visit to the property of the National Party member for Monaro in 2002. More osage, some tree-lucerne. Sheep. Bigger pictures. And those Brindabellas.
This is from 2002, and my Bungendore Country Diary about some ‘Osage Events’ that synchronised. You can either read the story then watch the pictures or just wing it and hit play. Think of this as a slide show. With music. And words.
At the National Museum of Australia, the C.W.A had gathered their favourite Anzac biscuits and Margaret and a staff chef picked out an audience member to make a batch. ( Do you like yours chewy or crunchy?)
“Up there in the night air among the high-rises, music dies as you fire up your fake sunrises: your light is the birds’ last darkness.” Margaret Atwood
Before I started my web Another Country Diary I made these few pages to show to friends when they asked what my life was like in a country town, while I worked in Canberra and Sydney.
I was still pining from losing Australian MultiMedia and couldn’t stop scratching the ‘publishing’ itch. ‘Written so you can understand it’.