Thomas Edison loved a doll with a tiny phonograph inside because he made her speak. Is there any other reason to love a woman? Did she say the ghost of my conception or something equally demure? It’s hard to be sure how he feels; when he holds me, I fall apart. I’m […]
The pleasure of contrast: not chained up in an oilcloth sack underwater, holding his breath, but composing himself for the camera, in his only suit. You have to understand photography— unforgiving mirror, unlike oils that soften the hard edges of a man’s face if you want them to, or velvet […]
— Dickson Experimental Film, 1894-1895 To contemplate quiet, start with the first marriage of sound and image: seventeen seconds of film in which two men are dancing to the wheedling strains of a violin. One steadies the other and turns him toward the light. They hold […]
Robin Ekiss Q&A talks about the genesis of her poem “Edison in Love.”
Robin Ekiss talks about what she finds to be the most pleasurable and painful aspects of writing.