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It was hard to take a bad photograph of Allen. Nobody did. Maybe it was because Allen was a photographer from way back. He loved to take pictures. Unrestrained, he could snap, snap and take rolls of film. His images of Kerouac, Cassidy, and Bourroughs are the ones we have in our memory of those days. For the last decade or so he always had a camera with him. He went from a Rollei to lighter and lighter and smaller and smaller cameras. And he used whatever was his camera du jour all the time, even at my house in the last month of his life (though no darkroom experiences for him, ever).

Allen always had a sense of what makes a picture work. As a subject he instinctively helped photographers get what they wanted. He could concentrate and relax at the same time. he could be THERE in front of the lens. Loss of consciousness. No self-consciousness. No reticense. Vanity reined in by a sense of, yes, STYLE. He could pull together tiny details--a Buddha, a flower, a book, a postcard, a microphone, the right tie (and in the old days, the right political button on his overalls and the right beads) that would anchor the photograph in its hour. The gesture Allen came up with was always very specific and it was always the right one. I felt Allen did my job for me.

Maybe Allen absorbed the essentials of photography from hanging around photographers and artists. He was proud of being a friend of Berenice Abbott, Robert Frank and Richard Avedon. He was proud that I picked up the camera, especially the Polaroid 20x24. Maybe Allen was such a good subject because he spent a lot of time looking. Maybe it was because being the subject of a photograph is partly performance and Allen was a great performer. Maybe it was because Allen was so absolutely essentially courteous that he couldn't have a psychic struggle with a photographer. he was that generous and patient, even with jerks. Maybe it was because being the subject of a photograph is the giving part of the equation and Allen liked to be the giver. Maybe it was because being the subject of a photograph is intimate communication. Maybe it was because Allen was JUST SO SMART.

More photos of Allen and Dylan

Allen Ginsberg and Andrea Dworkin, godparents of Isaac Dorfman Silverglate,
at Isaac's Bar Mitzvah, April 21, 1990. Photograph by my sister Jane Steele, Matthew's mother.

 Ten of my portraits of Allen Ginsberg were part of an auction of Allen Ginsberg material at Sotheby's on October 7, 1999:

See Allen Ginsberg in Elsa's Housebook (short essays and portraits); see a movie of Allen Ginsberg in At Home: Elsa Dorfman, a movie by Ilene H. Lang; see When We Honored Allen in Cambridge, which includes many more photographs; send postcards of Allen Ginsberg here.


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