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Wednesday |
 Who's that toiling in sepulchral 19th century gloom? Is it Abe Lincoln trying to get the 13th Amendment passed? Close, but not quite, though the task was almost as difficult. It's Bill Kavage trying to thread aged celluloid through a recalcitrant projector. Twelve short years ago we watched old home movies in this same living room. Those films seemed so long ago then, but in a way they seemed closer now as time fast forwards and rewinds like an infant mashing the remote control. There's a chainsaw Lincoln stump sculpture in the yard, a signed Lincoln letter in the study, and we watched Spielberg's treacly take on the moment when slavery was nominally ended in the USA. That film overstayed its welcome and could've ended more gracefully had it not belabored its gratuitous vision of Marat-like martyrdom, but sadly we never got our own reels up and running. Something in the mechanism refused to catch. Too bad. It's fun comparing memories to our memories of them. Nothing changes faster than the past. |
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