FOR LEASE

 THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG.... and ongoing:

UNCANNY RESEMBLANCES

Some of the pictures I own display an uncanny resemblance to photos taken by famous photographers and the art of famous painters. This is a piece created so the viewer can ponder the coincidences within an educational point of view. In some cases, the pictures were taken years before the famous photos. 

This is posted under "fair use" for the purpose of commentary and criticism.

Credit is given to the celebrated photographers and artists of the images in the comparisons. 

I realize some of the old photos are blurry. But I do not want them to be evaluated in terms of how clear the images are, but rather to be viewed as hazy photos in the way time itself fades away and becomes dim. Hence, a"blurry aesthetic."

There is a photo that shows a "joker" who saw remains in 1939 on the side of the road and created an almost offensive and shocking photo around the object because that was who she was. 

And that is what makes the curated collection of photos in this blog piece unique and I hope remarkable. I included my authentic pictures because I wanted to go with truth... 

Alan Berliner, filmmaker and media artist

This blog is dedicated to the filmmaker Alan Berliner who in 2009 inspired these blogs. 

UPDATE in an encore, from October 2009:

photo credit: Marjorie J. Levine 2009

My interview today with Alan Berliner was different from any other that came before. Alan Berliner is the filmmaker who two years ago invited me to join an NYU class on film archiving that was visiting his lower Manhattan studio. The specific purpose of my visit was to discuss a possible solution for the preservation of my old family photos. During the class discussion, Alan suggested I post the photos to the internet where they would be saved and available to any viewers who might discover the site. And shortly thereafter my memoir in a blog, marjorie-pentimentos, began. Today, Alan called my visit to the class an "intervention."

Many months ago when I began marjorie-digest, I asked Alan if he would be interviewed by me for this blog. He thought it would be worthwhile if I again joined another class from NYU and talked about my experience of two years ago and how the process was suggested in a concept during the first visit. Alan requested that I arrive early and that would give us a chance to talk. I was excited and I looked forward to today. I had no idea that the interview that I had intended to be about Alan would somehow morph into an interview about me!

We began and I told Alan that on Sunday many of the descendants of my great-grandparents, Abraham Levine and Goldie Benjamin, gathered at a restaurant in Manhattan for a family reunion. I told Alan that I expecially loved watching the family home movies from around 1952 that were brought by my cousin, Allen. As I talked about Sunday, I slowly began a stream-of-consciousness about so many different topics I felt somehow as if I was going to places that should never have left the imaginative confines of my own head.

And Alan sat there taking notes. He asked just the right questions to bring me to these personal places that were bittersweet and emotional. I talked and talked... about reincarnation, and quantum physics, and consciousness, and past lives, and memories. When I talked about time travel, I think my mind was on that train longing for "Willoughby" where I could enjoy the comforts of the past.

I talked about my life in retirement and my life... and I even spoke about my OCD. I just kept talking and talking... and dialogue flowed (probably from my subconscious) about personal feelings, old family photos, and home movies. I told Alan I love home movies because they are the closest thing to time travel we will ever get. The conversation was layered at times with fantasy, and imagination, and wishful thinking. And Alan kept writing.

He was able to somehow make me want to become nostalgic and share thoughts on so many things... when I was there to be the listener and learn more about him! I was embarrassed and I apologized to Alan that the interview became about me. He waved his hand and seemed to not care and said something like "Maybe I wanted to do that."

And this must be why he is a phenomenal filmmaker. He has this uncanny and kind ability to inspire people to be real and in a defenseless and in a very unguarded way to discover meaningful feelings.

Well, I had to temporarily shut-up because the class arrived and Alan played some very interesting and engaging sound effects for them and then they sat in a circle while I was asked to speak about the birth of my blog. And I did.

Alan inspires me to want to be a better "keeper of the memories." If after I contacted him two years ago Alan had not graciously invited me to meet with him, all my "stuff" probably would have one day been lost forever in a Staten Island landfill. That makes me sad. It makes me sad because one of my personal treasures is a letter that was written by my grandmother to my mother in about 1929. It appears in my memoir in this entry with a poem I wrote in 1992 which developed from some of my feelings about that letter... maybe sentimental memorabilia is in a sense a "madeleine."

In "Synecdoche, New York," the writer Charlie Kaufman ends the film with a monologue: "Now, it is waiting, and nobody cares. And when your wait is over, this room will still exist, and it will continue to hold shoes, and dresses, and boxes. And maybe someday, another waiting person. And maybe not. The room doesn't care either..."

Alan cares and I am on Alan's wave-length. And maybe there is a large group of total strangers who share these thoughts about time and the passing of time and the importance of, as Alan said, "saving pieces of individual lives" even in small scale ways.

At his website Alan has a link to his articles, essays, and journals. Please read his essay, "Gathering Stones." Alan showed me the way to help my own "orphaned photos" find a home.

And in his journal piece "Nobody's Business," Alan writes: "But yes, it is me who returns to visit -- not any of their children, their grandchildren, or any (other) of their great-grandchildren. Just me."

And so I realize that I had forgotten to tell Alan that on infrequent down days when I have little to do, I ride to the still-standing buildings in Brooklyn where I once lived. It seems to be always gloomy and raining on those days. But even on bright sunny days, I think about the homes and the times inside those homes. My mind wanders and I can still hear my mother calling me, at 5:30 PM, for "supper." Sometimes, when I arrive at one house... I park my car slightly down the street, and look at the outside of the window in the room where I once lay in bed at night, so long ago, listening to the sounds of whooshing cars as they passed while I watched their shadows dancing on my bedroom wall. And I still visit my grandmother's house in Bensonhurst.

Alan Berliner is a creative award-winning filmmaker. You can learn more about him and his work by clicking on the links below.

UPDATED, MAY 2020... THE LINKS BELOW ARE INACTIVE, they will remain now for reference purposes only

bio

films

The Sweetest Sound

Nobody's Business

Intimate Stranger

The Family Album

Wide Awake

Short Films

online Interviews:
POV - The Sweetest Sound

San Francisco Film Festival: Wide Awake

my interview with Robert Siegel, writer and director

Here is my interview from 2009 with Robert Siegel...

photo credit: Marjorie J. Levine © 2009

This interview with Robert Siegel (the writer of many films including The Wrestler) began on a Thursday evening at a Chelsea diner. And we concluded the interview the following day, on a muggy Friday Manhattan night in the same diner. So, this was my first two-part interview. I was excited and happy.

Robert was editor-in-chief of "The Onion" from 1996 to 2003... when it was in it's original phase as a Madison, Wisconsin publication. The editor of "The Onion" when Robert arrrived was Ben Karlin, who later left to join "The Daily Show" as executive producer. He was followed by David Javerbaum, who is still the executive producer of "The Onion" and he wrote the music for the Broadway show, "Crybaby."

In 2001, "The Onion" moved to new headquarters in New York City. And shortly thereafter Robert began writing "The Wrestler." Robert explained that the process of creating a film is a long one. It can sometimes take five years from "script to screen." But Robert knew from the beginning that Mickey Rourke was "ideal" for this film and he wrote "The Wrestler" with Mickey Rourke in mind. Robert knew he would be just perfect for this part. Robert wanted to create a compelling character and story. Yet, he realizes the story is both sad and emotional. And throughout, there are many scenes in the film that show the character's great and extreme loneliness with moments of so much sweetness.

The audience knows at the end of the film that "The Ram" will not last long after he makes a decision to go back into the ring. He has made a decision to die. It was the director's decision to end the film with a freeze frame... to perhaps leave the final moments without a closure.

I think there are huge emotional moments in "The Wrestler" and it was Robert Siegel from whose fingers this heartbreaking film began and... he indeed created the film which gave Mickey Rourke his "comeback." Robert was nominated for a WGA award in the category of "original screenplay" for the film.

We moved on to a discussion of "Big Fan," the film which Robert wrote and directed and which will premiere at BAM on June 19th as part of the Next Wave Festival. In the film, Patton Oswalt plays Paul Aufiero, a loner who is obsessed with the Giants and he spends much of his time calling in to a sports radio show. For this role, Patton Oswalt won the award for "Best Actor" at the Method Festival. Robert describes Paul as a "Marty" or "Rupert Pupkin"... and perhaps "Big Fan" is the "King of Comedy" of sports movies. I asked Robert if he personally knows any of these "obsessive nerds" and he said he based the character on his imagination. But we have all had experiences which make us lonely and we all share basic human emotions and it is those feelings which Robert hopes to bring to film. "Big Fan" will open on August 28th.

Well, another interview had ended. As darkness was falling, the sidewalks were still packed with people and the streets were crowded with busy traffic congestion. I started thinking as I began the walk home. People weave in and out of our lives.... but I have known Robert for several years, and tonight I continued to be impressed by Robert's sincerity, integrity, openness, and warmth.

ETA in 2023: 

Robert is the creator of Pam & Tommy:

He is also the creator of Welcome to Chippendales:

Paradise In Wisconsin

In Wisconsin, there are cool days and chilly nights and so much quiet you can hear the  owls breathe. A house has a clock but time seems to stand still there. Waupaca is the perfect place. 

THE SUMMERS OF LONELINESS, DEPRESSION, AND DESPAIR

I spent four summers (1959 - 1962) at The School of Creative Arts in Vineyard Haven, Martha's Vineyard, at a camp run by Kathleen Hinni who was the dance instructor at NYC's Chapin School. 

For two nights, I slept in a cabin in a bed next to Margaret Bourke White who also spent a few summers there. I was taught modern dance by Charles Weidman, and I shared a cabin on most days with Cynthia Wainwright, a NYC debutante, and I was a friend of Toni Kelly, whose father Walt Kelly wrote the comic strip Pogo.

It sounds ideal... but most of the girls were terribly homesick and filled with despair. The rules were strict and rigid and the experience was far from pleasant. I know this to be true because one of the girls attempted suicide on one rainy bleak day by swallowing over 30 Midols. I read in a newspaper years later that she suffocated her baby and was found wandering the streets of her home town. I still have the clipping. 

I also have many photos... photos of a rocky beach and waters filled with ugly seaweed and a few photos that were taken at the Martha's Vineyard airport when my parents came to visit. 

We danced by the cabins and sat at a large table to talk, usually crying about how much we wanted to go home. I can still remember the day I walked alone to the steps that would take me down to the beach... and that loneliness and the strange feeling of being totally alone in the thick still empty quiet hot air still lives inside me. 

I also recall so many of the girls crying at Grand Central Station on the morning of the day we left to take that long train ride to the ferry at Woods Hole, some pleading with their mothers to take them back home. There was no excitement or gleeful anticipation in the air... So why did we all keep going back? The times were different back then.

REMEMBERING AN OLD STREET

On Main Street,

On Martha’s Vineyard, I am

Filled with bittersweet memories.

I remember Main Street...

I was there, so long ago.

I can still smell that ocean air,

So briny and salty and

All those summers come

Flooding back.

The day we ate in the diner

And how the jukebox blared all

The songs we loved.

In spite of all the quaintness

Of that lovely and charming place

I longed with desperation

To be some place else.

I suppose we are what we carry

Inside us and in spite of that

Heady beauty, whenever I was there

I longed to be somewhere else.

I suppose there are places that always

Make us want to go home.

from ROAD TRIPS, poems