Light Cone

by Phil SOLOMON
1995 / color / sound / 1S / 8' 30

"A meditation on remembrance, burial and decomposition...
A belated kaddish for my father.

The Snowman

It takes a winter spirit
To see the frost and the boughs
Of the pines imprisoned under the frost;

And to have been cold a long time
To see the junipers bristling with ice,
The firs outlined in the distant glint

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of the slightest pain in the wind's complaint,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the earth
Heavy with this same wind
That blows over the same bare place

For he who listens, who listens in the snow,
And, being nothing himself, sees
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is." — Wallace Stevens.

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