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Forties Without these two people I would not have been born. Where are they now ? My father is dead. Saw himself as a cowboy. Wrote a few songs I later threw away. Loved Hank Williams. Smashed a lot of his original 78s against the basement wall. He was a drunk. He worked in the slaughterhouses. Loved animals. Had to kill them to make a living. Dead at 56. My mother is 81 and lives alone. |
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Late Fifties I was born into a Catholic family. Thats me at my holy communion. I received a plastic bag of rubber soldiers as a gift. |
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1959-1968 That is not a house but a wooden shack. Somebody brought it on a truck and planted it down in the middle of nowhere. Hunters Point. Dead end street. So called Ghetto. World War 2 housing projects overlooking our front yard. My mother kept a garden. The shack is still there. |
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Thats my father and me sitting on the front steps of the house with one of his dogs. |
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1981 The guy you see holding the turkey and the trophy of Elvis is me in the film Hero from Alexandre Rockwell. I play a cowboy. You cant see it but behind me is a New York City Checker Cab. Alex would ship it to Europe in 1982 and we would drive it to the Berlin Film Festival with the meter running. Alex and I would make two feature films together.The other was Lenz based upon the Georg Büchner Novella. Read what the critics said. |
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1992 Thats a photograph of my mother and I taken at an exhibition "MY NAME IS HUNTER'S POINT" at Cameraworks in San Franciscothat the photographer Susan Schwartzenberg and I developed together. Susan did all the work putting up the show since I was in Berlin or in Moscow or somewhere else. I did make it back for the show |
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Thats me standing in front of my poem MY NAME IS HUNTERS POINT, sucking on a red stick of licorice from the candy factory where my mother worked. |
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1992 I am standing at the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco performing poetry in front of the paintings of Lawrence Ferlinghetti |
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1998 The guy I am sitting with is the Russian poet Dimitri Prigov. Its a performance of poetry at literatur WERKstatt in Berlin. Berlin is where I live some of the time for the past 15 years. |
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The man at the top of those steps is Lenin. I took this picture in Moscow in 1993. |
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2000 Here I am in prison in Berlin. A scene from short story of Wolfgang Borchert directed by Mischa Blume. You are probably wondering what I am doing in Germany all these years. I dont know. |
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2002 That is me proudly standing with the Dancer and Choreographer Tony Rizzi and one of my favorite actresses Els Deceukelier for the production of Judy Was Angry in Frankfurt |
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