Dogarama - 1969 __full__
Here’s a draft write-up for — written as if for an art catalog, music retrospective, or cultural history piece. Dogarama 1969 Howl, Lens, and the Year the Counterculture Went Canine
The aesthetic was low-fi: grainy Super 8 footage of dogs running in circles, Polaroids of dogs resting their heads on draft-dodgers’ knees, poems typed on deli paper titled “Ode to a Three-Legged Watcher.”
By 1970, Dogarama had dissolved, its participants moving into land art, punk, or animal shelters. But its ghost lingers whenever an artist films a sleeping dog for an hour, or a poet scribbles “we are all someone’s pet / until we bite the hand.”
Here’s a draft write-up for — written as if for an art catalog, music retrospective, or cultural history piece. Dogarama 1969 Howl, Lens, and the Year the Counterculture Went Canine
The aesthetic was low-fi: grainy Super 8 footage of dogs running in circles, Polaroids of dogs resting their heads on draft-dodgers’ knees, poems typed on deli paper titled “Ode to a Three-Legged Watcher.”
By 1970, Dogarama had dissolved, its participants moving into land art, punk, or animal shelters. But its ghost lingers whenever an artist films a sleeping dog for an hour, or a poet scribbles “we are all someone’s pet / until we bite the hand.”