Jesse Lee Kercheval
	Japanese Expedition to Antarctica, 1911-1912 "This film premiered in Tokyo in 1912. The expedition leader, Lieutenant Shirase, later used the film many times while lecturing." Le Giornate del Cinema Muto catalogue, 20th edition 1120 feet of film of the Shirase expedition & all I remember is this-- Japanese in fur-lined parkas tipping over penguins, as if they were bowling pins, as if they were cows, back home in Wisconsin. La Princepessa Bebè "The story begins in the bizarre kingdom of Curlandia." Le Giornate del Cinema Muto catalogue, 21st edition It's not the way Lucio D'Ambra made it seem when he turned my life into a movie & stole my name--without asking--for the title. He made it all a joke. But I ask you was it funny when my father, King Ottocar, decreed Prince Sigismondo & I should marry, saying-- "two handkerchiefs of land stitched together make a bed-sheet?" It wasn't until when he set the day & forgot to name the year! Word got out-- D'Ambra arrived in Curlandia with his film crew. Meanwhile, Sigismondo left for France with no plan to return. With D'Ambra, I set sail for Paris too, sworn to bring Prince Sigismondo home. We had some adventures, Lucio & me, until at last I found the prince & returned him to Curlandia in handcuffs. But King Ottocar was angry-- as punishment, he ordered one sent to a fortress to be guarded by his officers, the other to the convent of Noble Damsels. But Poor Papa, he messed up again, sending me to languish in the fortress; Sigismondo to the convent! I blame the film crew! D'Ambra's poor direction! So the movie ended. Lucio left for Italy on the very next dirigible. Six months later & still I'm playing briscola with soldiers. But I've written a new scenario-- adding a sleeping guard, a secret door, a seaplane to fly me to straight Rome where I will become a great Italian diva. Look for me in D'Ambra's latest movie! Princepessa Bebè--film's incandescent star! Le Carnard, c. 1925? "A duck farmer enters into his work with excessive enthusiasm and amour." Le Giornate del Cinema Muto catalogue, 21st edition We watch as a farmer, hoeing in a field, stops work to catch a duck & fuck it, wrinkled penis pushing past the feathers. The pianist, stunned, stops mid-note. The audience falls more silent than the movie. The duck, to my extreme surprise, doesn't seem to mind.