Self-Portrait Day: Photo Albums

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Jason

i hope you like the photo's/.
















and this is a funny video:

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Akechikogorou

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Pascal Edward OLoughlin

a figure walks along a disturbingly hostile


It's ok, you're telling yourself


there is a house in the woods

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Laura beth noble

I have begun my journey- the journey to make a positive change, an impact, on a child's life, the lives of children and youth. Hannah, at age four, made this poster for her "Star of the Day" presentation in pre-school. Away at college, I didn't see this poster until months later, when I stumbled upon it during a visit. Clearly, even though I was away at the University, I was still very real and very close in her heart, in her "loves". My eyes welled after a moment, and when Hannah came over to see what was the matter, I asked her to explain the poster, and she went on and on about her pre-school class, and my eyes kept filling with tears, realizing the love I've given to this child, the way I have impacted her life in a positive way. With all the learning here at school, and the real life, real world lessons I have and shall encounter, I hope to become an even greater help to those who need me; to be a wonderful teacher. I am far from having my own classroom, but I have already started running down the path. I have begun my journey as a teacher.
--L.B. Noble

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JoeM

Quality Street Guy. Rotterdam. 1989. 'Satisfiction' literary event. Only time I've ever been abroad.


Rusty. Dog we had when I was young. I don't remember his arrival, but I do remember his departure after 12 years.


Cockney Paul. Spoke like Johnnie Rotten. Met him in Edinburgh 1982. Stayed with his parents in London, he stayed in Glasgow. Shown off as The guy who speaks like Johnnie Rotten. The strange thing was that we kept meeting by chance - whenever I went to London, even in Farnham in Surrey,which had one gay bar (in 1994). As they say in Queer As Folk, "The one night stand that never went away."


Edmund White, Israeli guy and chic Parisian friend of White's. London. I gave White the unpublished first novel to read. That seems so pushy now. We met later in Edinburgh (with Toni Davidson) and he had some interesting things to say about the parts he'd read.


Michael and Kelly. Americans. 1992. Michael is on the right. Michael wrote to me after reading my novel. I loved getting his blue airmail letters every so often. We both moved a lot and lost touch. I think Kelly was his brother, who died of AIDS. But he may have been a boyfriend. I wonder if anyone recognizes him. (I mean you're all Americans, it's not THAT big a place).


Wee me. 1961.


Beirut? - no it's a Glaswegian East End garden.


I982. Ill. I had a huge abscess of poison in my lung. Boyfriend thought this was a good time for a photograph.


First and last beard.


1982. As photographed by snap happy boyfriend. In the house that was broken into. While I was in hospital with the pneumonia. A lot seemed to happen that year.

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Steevee

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Statictick

These photos were done with Natasha Beste, and her boy, Brandon Walley, with whom I've worked with for years now. They are the beginning of what I see for ACT. Natasha nailed it.










These other photos are from my past. Those three dogs remain my favorites. I cannot remove them from my life. The Rhodesian Ridgeback and the Dalmation/ Greyhouund mix were my favorite ever. They are all now gone.

Ok, photos: me with the hoons.


My former babes (well, that doesn't count since it's me, I'll try to do better, but I don't know if I can):



Levon and Me:

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DavidC

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Wolf

how many lines of life? how many lines of head? how many lines of fate? what the fuck's going on here?


red for anger. red for blood. too much too fast. pressure. tachychardia. it's fine it won't stop. not yet. the electricity within. like under a crimson spotlight when all the rest is asleep.


"Fate", sculpture by Einar Jonsson, Reykjavik. one of the most shockingly accurate 3D mirrors i ever happened on.


water is unpredictable. fire screw up what was first deemed just fine and redeems what could have been only fine. you can't quite make it out there but it all rests upon the hardest stone


EX-: prefix, latin "out of". see: explosion, expand, expectorate, exacerbate, exalt, expel, exorcise, excavate ... Exocet.

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David Ehrenstein

Me as Baby. Never so cute.


Me and my first boyfriend. The Bronx, 1948. Jimmy was born the day before me but I talked first.


New York 1971. Candlelight demo for gay jobs and housing rights law. I give the power salute. I had a very heavy crush on the boy in front of me, also named David. Never got to first base with him.


A declaration of love in my high school yearbook from Marty Fulterman, now known as "Mark Snow" -- the composer of the score for "The X-Files" and Alain Resnais' "Coeurs." Haven't seen Marty in years. He's married with kids now. Not at all how I imagined he'd end up back in '64.


Here's a clip of Marty Fulterman (aka. "Mark Snow") being interviewed at the premiere of "X-Files: I Want To Believe."

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Panda?

Two recent photos and a picture of one of my bedroom walls

Pic one





“This is the most recent photo I have of myself . It's not that great of a picture, but I kinda like it.”

Pic two



“ The person in the white is me, and the person in the brown is jarod, or as he's known around these parts 'munch crunch'. Oh the person in the salmon like shirt is my mom. I think this is from like . . . two months ago? I don't know, sometime around then.

I'm going to use this picture as a little tribute to jarod so I don't have to use another picture.

We've been best friends since kindergarten, and I think we are even closer now. He's very supporitve of me and is always there when I need to talk to somebody. Though We have a bit different taste in things. . .”


Right wall Bedroom



“This is just all my posters and other things I have up on my wall.”

Joe



“We've spent a lot of time together, and I mean a lot. He kept me company when my migrains were really bad, and is always there for me. Plus we have like the exact same taste in everything.”

Video

'Wonderful Program'


Time: 2:32

“ I think I was still twelve when I did this, but it feels like I did it early this year. Anyways I'm the director/actor for this, while Jarod did the cinematography. The best part is at the end, when I say “Bye bye now!” in that goofy accent. Hope you enjoy it.
This is what jarod says about it: ' I think it's one of our most classic pieces
and I credit the story to matt, I take credit only for being the shaky ol' camera man.'”

Animals cross



“I don't know, this is kind a weird choice, but I decided to put it in since this game ruled my life at a time, and I tend to still think about it from time to time.”

Taste



“This is my favorite movie which is then closely followed by 'lost in translation'.”

God jr.



“My favorite book.”

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Winter Rates

The above video is me messing around with a new camera in my living room while my wife dances to the test pressing of my best friend's band: The Bugs. So it's a pretty literal self portrait...in fact we get my drunken goofy laughter and even a cameo in one of my heavily sasquatch-bearded face phases My buddy Coma holds my customized record cover of the acetate. Ah, good times indeed.

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Amputaciones

Stepping on Tzara


Old Elm (Requijada, Spain)


Self-Portrait (Casa da Música, Porto)

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Paul Curran

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Billy Fangs

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Shannon Durbin

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Joshposh

Salut :)


Sitting on the stairs...


...waiting for Dorian.

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Ken Roht

SOME OF MY NEWEST GOODEST FRIENDS AT OREGON SHAKESPEARE FESTIVAL

CHOREOGRAPHING MY FIRST MUSIC VIDEO

A BIG GROUP OF US HAD JUST SEEN GB SHAW'S "SAINT JOAN". I BECAME "SAINT OF THE GREEN SWORD"

THAT'S A BLUE GINHAM DRESS I'M WEARING

FATHER KEN AND THE MONKEY-MAN

WITH STEVEE-AN AT A THRIFT SHOP.

FRIENDS AND FAMILY OF MAESTRO REZA ABDOH

HIGH SCHOOL DANCE WITH CHRIS

KEN AND SISTER LAURAL

IN BILL VIOLA'S WORK


Ken Roht
http://www.orpheancircus.com

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Roger Clarke

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Mark Gluth

Erin Kelly, my wife, and our dog Pearl, soon after our dog Clarence died.


L to R Buster, Mia, Pearl


L to R Pearl, Clarence. Clarence died on 8/17/08




Pictures of storms taken on Lopez Island, Wa.


The last picture taken of Clarence.

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Alistair McCartney

Self Portrait of Me and My Tongue

Here's a picture taken of me when I was maybe nine years old or so. It was taken when I was playing across the street at my neighbors The Browns. There were a lot of photos taken that afternoon,and this is the only one I have. I remember being really overexcited that day, and then getting self-conscious as the day wore on, which was a common state for me. When I look at this picture tonight, I sort of feel like I'm looking at someone else entirely, someone who has no relation to myself. But that's just tonight. Still, I like that I'm sticking out my tongue. I think I need to put that feeling into the next book.

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Oscar Tuazon

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Erik

1. 174 books for concentration


2. bookshelf


3. doctors who don't care


4. motorcycle monks


5. portable rain

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Kosten Koper

Five recently selected by an unknown hand... from L'étranger & J.H. (Brussels).

http://ltgpanik.blogspot.com


Virgin Martyrs' Memorial, Stirling, Scotland, the figures of Protestant martyrs Margaret M Lauchlan and Margaret Wilson, who were drowned by the rising tide in Wigtown Bay (South East Scotland) for their fidelity to the protestant reformed church (1685). Headless and armless by way of religious vandalism, taken by L'étranger


Sarah Kane connection, not giving it away though, taken by J.H.


taken by L'étranger


taken by J.H.


Oh dear children you will come to no harm : An invitation to pagans, taken by J.H.

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Christopher Schuller

My name is Christopher, I am twenty-three, and I live in Osnabrück, Germany. Yesterday evening in Johannisstrasse, on the way somewhere, I explained to the person who I am beginning to believe is my boyfriend (whose English is terrible) what the word "autumnal" means:





It's overplayed, you read it in high school, but I thought of (yet did not share) the words of Shakespeare's Sonnet 73:

That time of yeeare thou maist in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few doe hange
Upon these boughes which shake against the could,
Bare ruin'd quiers, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twi-light of such day,
As after Sun-set fadeth in the West,
Which by and by blacke night doth take away,
Deaths second selfe that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lye,
As the death bed, whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nurrisht by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.









... which of course gets one thinking about (and again not mentioning) Edna St. Vincent Millay:

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.



All he had to go on, obviously, was "herbstlich."

http://www.christopherschuller.com

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George Mott

These are all pictures I've taken over the last several years which I feel
portray me.

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Misanthrope

So here are my little pics:

1. Baby Misa
2. Little Misa, My Brother, My Mom
3. My Dad
4. The Niece
5. The Nephew
6. My Mom, The Nephew
7. The Nephew, My Brother, The Niece
8. The Nephew, The Niece

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Pisycaca

1. Whereabouts:








2. Who we are:








3. What we do/like:

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Jonathan Stacy

When dressed for physical illness,
waiting for the truths.
Will you let me take you?
No secret faults, no shameful desires.
I think I'd rather walk.

That firmness, peppery.
That's why I got so stirred up.

I've got news for you:
Those that provide real strength.
No man is fit for society.

I have relatives who will only answer
my father with a look of despair.

"My child, here, I give it to you, time."

The shutting of gates.

I beseech you. I was now free.
I believe for a night. I was carried by the wind, in gold.

I was often tempted, so I wish to do two things
so that those good fathers close over me and my calamities forever.

But soul, whom I tend, you shall surrender it to desertion.
At these moments I wept for his world.

Never is God more to be.
Remorse extinguished; lies, the true way of gaining Heaven.

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Skandalon

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Donatien

i love your blog very much .... so inspirationnal and poetic .
so here is my self portrait through the polaroids of rentboys from Sao-Paulo that i did 3 years ago .
and a polaroid of the money i used
and the phone to call them.

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Spunky

My identity crisis gave me a day off so I could figure out my input to the SPD. At the moment, the other people around me define what I am, without appreciation and affection what is anyone? The pictures below have a kind of personal intensity to them. Taken in the moment, they make up a rough idea of how things are on good days.

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Young and stupid

I just believe, I always will. I'm holding out for the change.

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JW Veldhoen

"I do not know who these people are.
Are these the people who I do not know?
I do not know, who are these people?
These people who I do not know, are."

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McGregor

these are all photos i've taken of my best friend over some years.

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Alana

She Suffers Another Dangerous Impulse. 1991. Age, 24.

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Melin

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Alan

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Kevin Killian

Dear Dennis, going through some old photos it struck me how many of my heroes had died and, thinking of your call, I thought maybe it wouldn't be a bad way to represent myself by showing my idols. Of course *you* know me as a fan, but you will be alive for another hundred years or more, but these poets have passed on without us. So I pick out ten sort of at random but they had to be dead and I had to have loved them.


Barbara Guest (1920-2006), flanked by Andrew Joron and Ann Lauterbach


Carl Rakosi (1903-2004)


Jackson Mac Low (1922-2004)


Jacques Derrida (1930-2004), not really a poet of course but you know


Kenneth Koch (1925-2002)


Lorenzo Thomas (1944-2005), died on the fourth of July


Margaret Avison (1918-2007)


Philip Lamantia (1927-2005)


Robert Creeley (1926-2005)


Thom Gunn (1929-2004)

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Sypha_69

One of our cats, Cooper, who we got in the year 2003. He's very timid and a real fraidy cat (he especially hates the sound of people sneezing), but around me he lets his guard down and relaxes.


Our other cat, Amber, who we got a few years after Cooper. She's the total opposite, utterly bold and unafraid of anything. She's not very friendly at times, but for some reason (like Cooper) she adores me. We have a lot of nicknames for her, including the Antichrist and the "Little Pythoness.' This is one of her favorite poses, which I call her possum pose (my mom refers to it as her 'whore' pose on account of her legs being spread).


Another picture of Amber. She likes to burrow under my bedsheets.


There were a bunch of magnets on the fridge at the break room of the Barnes & Noble I work at so one day years ago I arranged them in the shape of this impish-looking monster. Amazingly, no one has tampered with it for years now.


Our break room also has an ant infestation. I like to feed them bits and pieces of food every now and then because I feel compassion for them.


Exterior night shot of the B&N I work at.


Picture of the quad at Rhode Island College, a school I went to from 1988-2003. I still visit the place every few months or so as it makes me feel very nostalgic.


At RIC I would spend a lot of time at the campus library. This suit of armor was located on the 4th floor of the library, and I would pass by it everyday.


Pictured here are the nine books of Kenneth Grant's "Typhonian Trilogies" collection. I got "Nightside of Eden" in 2004 and have slowly been collecting them over the years (I have 8 other Kenneth Grant books in addition to these but they are not pictured). These 9 books alone are probably worth somewhere in between 1000-2000 dollars. Sadly, the third one, "Cults of the Shadow", is lacking a dust jacket


Myself.

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Bernard Welt

Two pictures with my brother Murray, who died in 2003. I am at the right in both- -at age 3, looking unhappy and suspicious; at age 5, smelling a rose.

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Joel Westendorf

Deep In Vogue

Devilman

Dirk Bogarde

Dwarf

Electron

Los Angeles

msh

supervolcano

Umbrella

Untitled

Wallaby

Windwaker

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