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Antenas Equivalentes

Antenas Equivalentes

Primavera 2020

A series of 9 images originally shown on Instagram with The Long Exposure collective (@the_long_exp). The series is a reaction to current events in the Spring of 2020 through appropriated and created text and images taken from confinement.

Untitled I Untitled I, Antena Equivalente, 2020 From western skies, a cloud of glory
came,
A small, dim spot, a torch of lambent flame ;
Ascending, widening, slow the skirts un-
roll’d
Rainbow’d with fire, and warm’d with glowing gold.

- Dr. Dwight
___

If you ever find yourself lost and winding your way through its twisted city streets, just look up and the antennas will point you east, towards the river. From there you can walk north or south and arrive to a more recognisable part of the city.
Untitled II Untitled II, Antena Equivalente Where Persia’s vast would sink in shades
conceal’d,
And Rome’s proud world diminish to a field.
See, from the pole, where frozen foun-
twins rise,
And pour their waters under torrid skies,
Where Rhines and Danubes, rills and
streamiest play,
To swell the pomp of Mississippi’s sea ;

- Dr. Dwight
___

If you ever find yourself lost and winding your way through its twisted city streets, just look up and the antennas will point you east, towards the river. From there you can walk north or south and arrive to a more recognisable part of the city.
Untitled III Untitled III, Antena Equivalente See through all climes th’ unmeasured
empire run,
And drink each influence from the ling’-ring sun ;
Pure skies unbosom’d, days serenest roll,
And gales of health, from Darien fan the
pole.

And fields of rice float cumbrous o’er the sea,
While all its wealth, the world of waters
yields,
And treasures fill the subterranean fields.

- Dr. Dwight
___

I am a transplant, and my family are far away, and my family are here with me. Home is always where the heart lies and now it lies with them. Here and there. From the center of Seville, the antennas point to my home.
Untitled IV Untitled IV, Antena Equivalente Confining merit to no speck of ground ;
Nor Britons,Frenchmen,Germans,Swiss,
or Huns,
Of earth the natives, and of heaven the sons,
Regarding, loving, all the great and good,
Of ev’ry rank,clime,party,sect,and blood.

- Dr. Dwight
___

We are now in the beginning of our 6th week in confinement in Spain, day 37. No school, no Seño, no classmates. Only essential jobs, physical distancing, no walks around the block, no cañas with friends in the plaza, no slides, no swings.
Untitled V Untitled V, Antena Equivalente To circle earth, and search the lonely pole;
Or through th’ immense of science wind
his way;
Or lift poetic wings beyond the day;
The ridgy front of death for freedom dare,
Or,round all regions, hush the voice of war.

- Dr. Dwight
___

I went out last week and met two men who live in the street. Every night for the previous week they had been attacked and their ‘houses’ ransacked.
Yet major powers have signed ceasefires and carbon emissions are down around the globe. Yet my home is improving, slowly, yet my old home is tearing itself apart, slowly.
Untitled VI Untitled VI, Antena Equivalente Stern pow’r resist, and cheer the world’s
On nature’s ocean, science lifts her sails,
Finds other stars, and catches nobler gales;
While dawning virtue beams from yonder
sky,
And brighter suns arise on human joy.

And thro’ the mis’ries of a thousand years,
Their fatal folly mourn in bloody tears.
Ten thousand follies through Columbia
spread;
Ten thousand wars her darling realms in-vade,

- Dr. Dwight
___

A gradual return to normality means gloves and masks and isolation and distance and time. Irreplaceable time.
And the physical trauma. And the psychological.
Of twenty-some more days confined, and the after.
Untitled VII Untitled VII, Antena Equivalente Confining merit to no speck of ground ;
Nor Britons,Frenchmen,Germans,Swiss,
or Huns,
Of earth the natives, and of heaven the sons,
Regarding, loving, all the great and good,
Of ev’ry rank,clime,party,sect,and blood.

- Dr. Dwight
___

We are now in the beginning of our 6th week in confinement in Spain, day 37. No school, no Seño, no classmates. Only essential jobs, physical distancing, no walks around the block, no cañas with friends in the plaza, no slides, no swings.
Untitled VIII Untitled VIII, Antena Equivalente Uplift your eyes those little clouds beyond;
See there returning suns, with gladd’ning
ray,
Roll on fair spring to chase this wintry day
’Tis yours to bid those days of Eden
shine :

- Dr. Dwight
___

To fill my days I look to the skies, and follow the antennas, receiving, pointing to towers radiating information or misinformation, pointing to home(s), and my feelings of home(s), equivalents.
Untitled IX Untitled IX, Antena Equivalente Be then your task to alter, aid, amend;
The weak to strengthen, and the rigid
bend;
The prurient lop; what’s wanted to sup-
ply;
And graft new cons from each kindly sky;

- Dr. Dwight
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“My photographs are a picture of the chaos in the world, and of my relationship to that chaos.”
- Alfred Stieglitz, An American Seer

Selected texts by Dr. Dwight appropriated and repurposed from ‘Address of the Genius of Columbia, to the Members of the Continental Convention. By the Same.’, written by Rev. Timothy (Dr.) Dwight. which can be found on p. 482-484 of “The American Museum, or, Repository of ancient and modern fugitive pieces, &. Prose and Poetical, for January 1787 to June 1787”. Vol1. Number I – VI. 3rd Edition. Carey, Stewart, and Co. Philadelphia. Available (here).