"writer-as-other"

I began thinking about author photos on Monday when in the Bibliography/Research class we were talking about an abstract given by Danielle Schaub , a particular approach to reasearch and her methods on a project of author photos.

Schaub’s abstract is about this project: “Reading and Writing the Self through Reflections of Those Who Dream Us: Interfacing Photography and Literature”. Of course, Schaub is well known for taking Canadian author photos at readings and festivals. Schaub states:

For the writers’ project had an unexpected result for me; it exorcised the past through the combination of text and image. Eventually thanks to the illustrations, the lecture will highlight the impact of the interaction between the texts by certain writers and their photos, namely enabling readers to discover the writer-as-other while granting the photographer reflective self-discovery and self-inscription.

So, my cousin gave me a photo this summer. If I ever get another book I think this might be the picture for it, part of the past merging with the imaginary present.

I believe, judging by the hair, I’m probably 1 and a half years old.

14 thoughts on “"writer-as-other"

  1. People used to do things like that all the time, pat me on the head, ruffle my hair, or pinch my cheek–although as an adult, I’ve never understood the pinching part.

    One memory of mine is when we would go to see my great-grandmother–she was already in her 90’s when I was small. Her signature greeting for me was to stick her fingers into my hair, of course, this always ended up with her pulling my hair (some of my curls were tightly wound together), and although it was probably inadvertant, it still hurt. I would try to duck away from her hand, to which my dad would make me stand and accept whatever greeting she gave.

    These days it works in the opposite way, I’m able to keep people away by the size of my hair.
    🙂

  2. Interesting, therefore, that Danielle’s page doesn’t include her photo…?

    Were you already composing poems when the photo was taken? How about an example, Tracy?

  3. Everyone seems glowing with praise, but this picture freaks me out. You look like a ghost… or like… one of those kids from Village of the Damned. I couldn’t sleep lastnight.

    This is one rockstar that is going to need some extra self-medication tonight.

  4. Pete you’re right about Danielle’s image, I even did a Google image search and nothing. Maybe that was the “exorcising the past” she was talking about.

    The poem in my head in the picture:

    I’m waiting to be fed
    I’m sorry, this must be said
    I’m waiting here today
    to be fed something good, or to play
    with my brother’s new truck
    and not be stuck
    waiting here instead.

    (Or, I’m thinking about a knock, knock joke).

    Ken, you’re right too.

    And rx*–what a rockstar.

  5. What a startling photo…I like the cracks at the edges & how they seem to frame you better than the traditional x-y axes.

  6. Her mother hated it when Tracy’s grandmother combed Tracy’s hair into what she called sausage rolls.

    Gina

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