Fireworks

At seventeen, I composed my first long poem, a fifteen minute suite of images, my black tanka: Fireworks. I had seen this drama entirely on the screen of my dreams. This vision was uniquely amenable to the instrument that awaited it. With three lights, a black cloth as decor, the greatest economy of means and enormous inner concentration, Fireworks was made in three days. An example of the direct transfer of a spontaneous inspiration, this film reveals the possibilities of automatic writing on the screen, of a new language that reveals thought; it allows the triumph of the dream. (Kenneth Anger)

Fireworks comes from the depths of night, whence all true works emerge. It cuts to the quick of the soul and that is something truly rare. (Jean Cocteau)