A visual poetry featuring a well-made man (inspired by Walt Whitman’s poem I Sing Body Electric) who lives in solitude in his compact urban home. He does something very special for himself while Peggy Lee and Louis Armstrong sing in the background.
The expression of the face balks account,
But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face,
It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists,
It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist and knees, dress does not hide him,
The strong sweet quality he has strikes through the cotton and broadcloth,
To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more,
You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.
I Sing The Body Electric
Walt Whitman
Why The Black Bored? Why Art?
Now more than ever we need Art. Technologically these are the most craziest and dizzying times. The threat of all of us moving away from each other is real.