memory film: a filmmaker's diary
a film poem about time passing
memory film, my current film, is created from my Super8 film archive (1976-2003) currently in production. The National Film and Sound Archive (NFSA Canberra), acquired and digitized the super8 collection during 2016-2017. This is a film poem in the essay tradition, a meditation on time. Composed entirely from my Super 8 archive, the film is both personal and political, documenting the changing eras of the 1970’s-2003.
The production context for the film is the School of Communication, Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences (FASS) UTS, where I am an Hon Research Associate. Marcus Ekermann, FASS MediaLab, is technical consultant. Toula Anastas is creative consultant. I have recently edited a First Assembly (3.5hrs) and am currently seeking an editor. We will then make a trailer and crowd source to raise the post production budget and fees for the editor and sound designer-composer. The film will have a multi-platform release of film festivals, broadcast television, galleries and online.
The impulse for this film comes from the Japanese death poets. In Japan elders and (Buddhist monks) write poems to express their feelings about the transience of life and the inevitable passing of all things (jisei: “farewell poem to life”). Householders write poems as a gift to their children – a legacy of beauty and insight gathered over years. I like this idea– the contemplation of ageing and approaching death, yet brimming with the lightness and beauty of life.
I borrow moonlight
for this journey of a
A friend gave me Yoel Hoffman's book Japanese Death Poems years ago and I always carry it around - thinking, ruminating, writing - gradually realising that I could make a film in the spirit of this poetic tradition. Then, only a few weeks later I discovered that the video artist Bill Viola has done just this! So then, everything is perhaps borrowed! The other filmmaker I return to in the vein of death poetry film-making (and the use of the home movie archive) is Derek Jarman and his innovative film Blue that he made when he was in hospital dying (1994). Yet, ultimately as Thacker in his essay Black Illumination: Zen and the poetry of death writes, quoting death poet Toko:
are mere delusion
death is death
What I know about the content of the film – it is composed only of my Super8, filmed between 1976-2003. A layer of the film reflects films I have made and the politics of each era: Maidens (1978), For Love or Money (1983), To the Other Shore (1996) and Island Home Country (2008). Other films and TV programs that reference various films may be part of a subsequent part - Quite a Long Development (1979) on making Maidens; my interview about For Love or Money on The Mike Walsh Show (1983); The Journey, ABC (1985) a film about filmmaking and motherhood; an ABC broadcast about To The Other Shore and psychoanalysis (1996) and presentations such as Maestros of the Archive: The Art of Archival Documentary, OzDox (2014), Women's Gaze and the Feminist Film Archive, AGNSW (2015), may be included.
Why the title: “memory film”? Film, unlike creative forms like painting, sculpture or writing, is ephemeral. Like theatre and music it, too, is passing by. The movement of film through the gate of the camera, through the projector, (both film and digital), parallels the movement of life – its transience, its flow; watching film we experience time passing, and like the mercury of old we cannot really hold it still. Also some of the Super8 is degraded with time; the colour might have faded, mould has eaten away at the celluloid; the body of the film is ageing, as is mine. I will not hide it. These fragments of life on my 137 rolls and 9 composite reels of Super8 trigger my memory as it fades with age.
Squatters, Lyndhurst Estate, Glebe, Sydney 1976
All this happened. Yes, I was in the women’s liberation movement; I had a share in women’s land; I marched against the war in Vietnam; I filmed Super8 on the set of Journey Among Women, on Anzac Day, Australia Day and the Aboriginal Awakening ceremonies; I loved women and men; I have a husband, children and grand children and I had a therapist; I bow to my meditation teachers. And yes I made these films. Here is the evidence, it was real, I filmed it. memory = film. And so, I share this “farewell film poem to life” (jisei), tenderly with you.
The way I came by once
I now go back by