A Walk (1990) by Jonas Mekas. From the âGodfather of American avant-garde cinemaâ, this is video strolling in its rawest form. Beginning in Worcester Street, Soho, New York and ending... well, youâll see; this hour long walk in the rain is spattered with poetry, recollections, musings and fragments. Unrehearsed and un-edited, Mekasâs ambling monologue responds directly to the ambiance of the streets he passes through, interrupted and punctuated by the rhythms and cacophony of daily life.
âStep after step Iâm walking the streets of the city that has become my new home. I walked these streets in 1950 and I did not know its soul: no window, no street, no door, no building responded to me, spoke to me, it was just emptiness. But now Iâm walking these streets and I recognise them. There is something in these miserable streets that speaks back to me, we are friends. We grew together, the city and me, we are inseparable: this little store, this pavement, dirt, puddles, cans, paper scraps, garbage; itâs all part of me too.â











