ANTHONY R. VIZZARI | ARCHTOGRAPHIST

Raptores Tilt An animal. A bird. Or more precisely, a hawk. I forgot how to write. I forgot how to explain, expound, illustrate. I forgot how to breathe and it took me a long time to learn not to forget that "e". Not a breath but breathe; a very subtle yet easy mistake. That hawk... it came back today and perched on my fence. Maybe it was too aggressive a posture to be a perch? More accurately, it might be described as a murder-tilt, swift to push off and mangle the unlucky creature below. I imagined violent beak twitches deliberately crushing miniature bones, or whatever it is hawks do to kill their prey. I imagined bits of fine short fur airborne. I imagined a tiny little scream, loud and piercing.

Just three years ago I was officially diagnosed with Cancer. Happy Cancerversary!!! But hey, guess what? I'm still alive and well... Fu*k you Cancer! If my next MRI at the end of March shows stable disease, I will have had no progression in 1 year (Currently 10.25 months stable). Every day that I can spend with my wife, my work, friends and family, I'm happy. Now... Here we come Europe! We leave Sunday for Switzerland and Italy (Photobooth business abroad!).

all I ever wanted was to destroy myself. …but instead, I ended up destroying you. I was a battleship and you were a duck, a swan, a water bird of some kind. with your arms around my shoulders, I felt the weight of all my words drowning us both. and even while gasping for air, you held tighter. I was a battleship and you were silk to a cigarette. with the start of one small smoldering hole, the entire cloth was devoured thread by thread. ***For those who don't get it... this is not an autobiogrical work or post. This is indeed fiction, part of my ongoing series, "Polaroid Epitpahs". http://polaroidepitaphs.com

At the Carousel #1: Gelatin Silver Print: 5x7: October, 2011 While it often seems like there is nothing happening... at least, from the silence between posts... I've been busy as ever. We just expanded to a new Chicago workshop, increasing our business footprint to about 15 employees, 1 studio/office with retail, 2 workshop/fabrication facilities (WI and Chicago), & one big old storage space. We are now hovering with somewhere around 60-70 photobooths in our stock (and they need homes, hence the expansion). So... yeah... I have not given in or given up. I push forward every day, strong as ever! I say, whose butt shall we kick next? As I noted in a previous post, Catherine Edelman Gallery recently included my "Scrapbook Studies: The Burn Series..." in their Chicago Project. They recently posted a small selection of the project on their site. Give it a look-see when you have a chance. There are also some other really amazing photographers included in the Project. Other

Highland Mary I fell off the wall when plaster gave way to the weight of one-thousand prayers hanging on a single nail. A certain half-cracked silence floated over Highland like soft piano keys tapping as the glass tore itself apart from the frame. New little symphonic shards projected themselves across the floor, crooked and stubborn. I fell off the wall when plaster gave way to the vibration of so many voices resonating on one thin wire. I fell off the wall when you forgot to push me straight. I fell of the wall despite your attempts to battle gravity. I fell off the wall and cut your foot.