![]() Until that day, Dew had spent little time pondering UFOs. The figure had withered arms, shriveled legs, a large triangular skull with elongated eye sockets, and a tiny sliver of a mouth. ![]() Staring at him was a small, brown, withered body inside what appeared to be a glass case. These had not been in the tray, but tucked underneath, wrapped in parchment paper.ĭew gasped. Then Beason showed him another picture, the first of two nearly identical slides. He wondered how the person who took them was able to get so close to Eisenhower. Some were stunning and had the unmistakable clarity of Kodachrome – Kodak’s revolutionary mid-century color processing. Figuring they had some historical significance, she sent them to Beason, who had worked in book publishing. She saw vivid color photographs of Dwight Eisenhower on what appeared to be a postwar victory train tour, pictures of Bing Crosby and Clark Gable, as well as several photos of European towns. Many years later, she finally projected the slides on to her bedroom wall. His sister couldn’t bring herself to jettison the collection, and so she took the box home, placed it on a shelf and forgot about it. The slides had been found 14 years earlier by his sister, who had been hired to dispose of the belongings of an elderly woman who had recently died. ![]() Later that day, Beason showed Dew a series of slides. “I have something to show you,” Beason said with urgency in his voice. The seal's wide spindrift gaze toward paradise.In the spring of 2012, Chicago videographer Adam Dew received a mysterious phone call from his former business partner Joseph Beason. Hasten, while they are true,-sleep, death, desire,Ĭlose round one instant in one floating flower.īind us in time, O Seasons clear, and awe. Pass superscription of bent foam and wave,. Mark how her turning shoulders wind the hours,Īnd hasten while her penniless rich palms In these poinsettia meadows of her tides,-Ĭomplete the dark confessions her veins spell. The sceptred terror of whose sessions rends Laughing the wrapt inflections of our love Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart-and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where-For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness. There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird … and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want … and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes-And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness. There is a baboon in me … clambering-clawed … dog-faced … yawping a galoot’s hunger … hairy under the armpits … here are the hawk-eyed hankering men … here are the blond and blue-eyed women … here they hide curled asleep waiting … ready to snarl and kill … ready to sing and give milk … waiting-I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so. There is a fish in me … I know I came from saltblue water-gates … I scurried with shoals of herring … I blew waterspouts with porpoises … before land was … before the water went down … before Noah … before the first chapter of Genesis. There is a hog in me … a snout and a belly … a machinery for eating and grunting … a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun-I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go. There is a fox in me … a silver-gray fox … I sniff and guess … I pick things out of the wind and air … I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers … I circle and loop and double-cross. There is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for tearing gashes … a red tongue for raw meat … and the hot lapping of blood-I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
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