2016 Fall Festival of Independent Film

Join us on the campus of North Central College for…

The Sixth Annual Fall Festival of Independent Film.

September 18-23, 7:00 to 9:00 p.m. Old Main’s Smith Hall

Admission: $5 per night, general admission, FREE for North Central College students with a valid college ID.

Naperville Independent Film Festival logoA joint presentation of the 9th Annual Naperville Independent Film Festival, Celluloid (the college’s student film club), and the college’s Cultural Events Committee, this year’s festival presents 22 films from seven countries—France, Estonia, Germany, the UK, the Netherlands, Spain, and Belgium—and several states in the U.S.   It features a special night devoted to just German Film on Thursday, September 22nd.

Still from the German animated film "Old Man with a Bird."

Still from the German animated film “The Old Man and the Bird” featured at this year’s festival.

This year the Naperville Independent Film Festival has been expanded to two weeks, with North Central College hosting week two. As in past years, many of the films at the college are foreign films, particularly from Paris’ European Independent Film Festival (the ECU), commonly referred to as “Europe’s Sundance Festival.”  But the second week of the festival begins at the college with a replay of the Audience Favorite award-winning film from the festival’s first week held this year at Naperville’s Hollywood Palms.

SCHEDULES:
≡≡  For full schedule of entire festival go to www.naperfilmfest.org
≡≡  Go here for Full Schedule of just North Central College showings.
≡≡  Go here for Short Schedule of college showings.

 

 Go to the LEAD POST on this annual film festival for links to articles and schedules from past years.

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Climbing Bryan’s Mountain, 2012

This post is part of a series consisting of excerpts from a journal I keep reflecting on loss, healing, change, and other adventures, usually during the few summer weeks I spend in Sedona, AZ.  Links to the LEAD POST and to Emmanuel House—an organization started by Rick and Desiree Guzman as a living memorial to Bryan Emmanuel Guzman (1985-2006)—are at the bottom of this page.  In 2016 Emmanuel House was named one of the “Top 100 Most Innovative” social change organizations in the world.

 

August 1:  Everytime North Central College says I can have an anniversary gift for working there so long, I seem to need a bike, and so this morning I put together my third gift bike, which I had the college ship to Sedona, and, after a stop at Absolute Bikes and the Village Ace to buy a helmet and a lock and chain, pedaled to Bell Rock, a place our family refers to as Bryan’s mountain.

my-bike-2This past February my Mazda Protege was blown to bits by a Dodge Ram truck.  The driver didn’t see me and another car stopped at a red light and, as the police said there was no visible sign of breaking, she probably hit me going around 40 mph.  It’s taken five months and eight days to finish this first phase of rehab, and as I write this my back and left shoulder still feel a nagging, sometimes stabbing pain.  No more car, so I flew to Sedona.  That’s why, for the first time, I had to bike to Bryan’s Mountain.

I guess I’d dimly noticed that you drove there on some kind of upward incline.  The bike ride made that incline real for the first time.  Even the lowest gear had me struggling, so I actually just walked a half mile of it, arriving hot and exhausted with a trek up the mountain ahead.  I was so tired it took me until about half way up to realize my head was down, eyes scanning only a few feet ahead.  I looked up then, realizing I was walking through one of the earth’s most beautiful landscapes.

I slowed down, opened up to this land that always seems new, and thought about seeing Bryan’s tree again for the first time in a year, as I had seen it five first times since we’d spread ashes under it.  After we spread them I remember breaking down in the car, sobbing to Linda that at least we could put some of his ashes here, where it was so beautiful.  I was also starting to remember what I had felt some of those other five first times, but suddenly, after the steepest part of the climb, there it was off to the right about twenty yards away.

Seeing the tree again was as different this time as the five first times before, but for a reason so surprising I started almost shouting to myself words like, “Wow! Wow!” “Bry, look at that!” “What do you know! What do you know!”—this last, I thought in the moment, making me sound like Jimmy Stewart gushing over something in It’s A Wonderful Life.

One of the agave plants surrounding the tree had blossomed.

Bryan's tree on Bell Rock in Sedona, Arizona, with blooming agaveAgaves are sometimes called Century Plants because they supposedly blossom every 100 years.  It’s more like every 25 to 40 years, actually, and when they do they throw a thick stalk 10, 20, even 30 feet up in the air…in days.  The stalks, topped with hard yellowish pod flowers, have been known to grow as much as an inch an hour, so the sight isn’t just rare and auspicious, but also wildly surreal.  This stalk at Bryan’s tree is shooting up from a plant no more than four feet in diameter, but it’s already at least 12 feet tall.  Give it, say, three-four days, and it’ll probably top out at 15-18 feet.

The plant blooms once, then dies, so the event is tinged with sadness, even though this blooming will produce many offshoots.  I kept hearing George Harrison’s “All Things Must Pass” even as I kept whistling in my head, happy in wonder.

In Arizona it’s illegal to cut down a blooming agave.  And while many will never see a bloom (even some who grow agaves), this is the second I’ve seen.  A couple of years ago one went off just a few yards east of Bryan’s tree.  The ten-inch round stalk I measured after a high desert wind had blown it over had almost gotten to 20 feet.  I cut off a few of its pods then, which now sit in a pottery jar in our Sedona living room.

NOTE (originally written 9/29/12): “It was an extraordinary year for century plants on Bryan’s Mountain. I counted six more blooms, two lower down, and four circling the mountain’s north side above Bry’s tree.”  Update: Go Here for a 2013 journal excerpt which, towards the end, contains a story and picture of an agave bloom I snuck from the mountain and put up in the condo.

Go to the LEAD POST in this series for links to all excerpts 

Go to the main pages for Sedona or for Emmanuel House

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D.L. Crockett-Smith: Cowboy Amok

Smith-DLCDavid Lionel Smith, who writes poetry as D.L. Crockett-Smith, is John W. Chandler Professor of English at Williams College, where he has also served as Dean of Faculty and as Chair of African-American Studies.  He has also taught at The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Duke, and New College of Florida and served as a consultant to such organizations as the Smithsonian Institution, the Folger Shakespeare Library, the Southern Humanities Media Fund, the Massachusetts Foundation for the Humanities, and The Mark Twain House in Hartford.  He has published many essays on such subjects as Mark Twain, Southern Literature, Nature Writing, and the Black Arts Movement and translates the works of Spanish and Latin American poets, specializing in Federico Garcia-Lorca and Pablo Neruda.  In 2008-2009 he translated five volumes of poems by García-Lorca.  Among his other books are the five-volume Encyclopedia of African-American Culture and History he edited with Jack Salzman and Cornel West, and his poetry collections Civil Rites and Cowboy Amok, the latter built on his uses of imagery from the mythic American West, which also stands for the entire Western World.

In my book Black Writing from Chicago, I included a precursor to Cowboy Amok, his poem “Cowboy Eating His Children.”  Here he begins with a reference to Goya’s “Saturn Devouring His Son,” a painting of a “mad god with blood / on his lips and raw flesh /
stuck beneath his fingernails.”  This Saturn symbolizes the fanatic West chanting lines eerily similar to what we hear today: “this bomb is a PEACE bomb,” “these dead children were TERRORISTS.” He sings a war song pitting “East against West, North against South,” but as he croons “we see the pieces of your children / dangling from your mouth.”  This poem first appeared in Open Places and again in NOMMO: A Literary Legacy of Black Chicago (1967-1987), the wonderful 20th anniversary anthology of the Organization of Black American Culture (OBAC).  Smith was active in Chicago’s OBAC Workshops from 1976 to 1980, the year he received his Ph.D. in English from the University of Chicago.

Smith-DLC-CivilRitesHis thoughts on the nature of race are particularly compelling, especially in his essay “What Is Black Culture?” from Wahneema Lubiano’s important 1997 book The House That Race Built, featuring essays by Smith and others, including Toni Morrison, Cornell West, and Angela Y. Davis.  Smith’s goal is “to theorize how we might endeavor within a culture bound by race to subvert the subordinating strictures race was designed to perpetuate,” and he begins by probing America’s connection of black culture with anger and violence, a connection in which the Black Arts Movement itself was ironically complicit.  He quotes a line, for example, from Amiri Baraka’s play The Dutchman and the Slave, where a leading character says, “…if Bessie Smith could have killed some white person, she wouldn’t have needed that music.  She could have talked very straight and plain about the world.”  Smith dismantles this connection by probing the nature of “culture” itself.  For him culture is such a fluid, inextricably mixed hybrid of many “cultures.”  This means, for example, that “black violence” is inevitably related to, and springs from, violence in other “cultures.”  He quotes Cornell West, who says “…the behavior so commonly described as ‘black pathology’ is rather the tragic response of a people bereft of resources in confronting the workings of U.S. capitalist society…a jungle ruled by cutthroat market morality.”  Elsewhere, regarding culture, he asks, “…is black culture obligatory for black people, and does blackness preclude them from mastering non-black cultural modes?”  If country star Travis Tritt sings soul, is that “black culture”?  Is it not “just” black culture because John Coltrane plays a saxophone, an instrument invented by a French man?  “Black Culture,” like all “culture,” he concludes is “…a complex set of processes and interactions.”  Most important, he says that although, “Race is a commonsense notion.  It falls apart under rational scrutiny.”  Race is, finally, a cultural construct, “…a set of social prescriptions invented by slaveholders and their descendants to exploit and constrain persons classified as black.”

“What Is Black Culture?” begins with a quote from Ralph Ellison: “Could this compulsion to put down invisibility in black and white be thus an urge to make music of invisibility?”  From the crooning of war songs, to Bessie Smith’s blues, to a country star singing soul.  What is it that’s “invisible”?  That violence, for one, is not the possession of just one “culture.”  To think so is one of the ways we perpetuate and justify racism, one of the ways we continue to think “race” is just commonsense.

  Go to a list of Black Writers and to Black Writing from Chicago.
  Go to the Teaching Diversity main page.

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