ben lipkin

ben lipkin lives and attends school in ny.

ben is pursuing B.A. degrees in cinema studies & media studies at SUNY Purchase, with additional coursework in politics/anthropology/new media, and will graduate in 2023.

ben can be reached at benjamin dot lipkin at purchase dot edu.

I am currently working on a project about the cultural memory of alternative film exhibition in NYC, hoping to conduct interviews that can serve as oral history. This will provide an archive and foil for what I hope to do my senior project on, an ethnography of marginal spaces of moving-image exhibition after the pandemic (microcinemas, expanded and intermedia cinema, and still operating ethnically and sexually oriented movie theaters), and how they operate as public and social space. If you have any thoughts on this, or resources you would like to share, please get in touch!





Curation and Film Programming

Dream Diary

in progress

Section VII of Le Voyage from Le Fleurs de Mal by Charles Baudelaire:

Bitter is the knowledge one gains from voyaging!
The world, monotonous and small, today,
Yesterday, tomorrow, always, shows us our image:
An oasis of horror in a desert of ennui!

Must one depart? Remain? If you can stay, remain;
Leave, if you must. One runs, another hides
To elude the vigilant, fatal enemy,
Time! There are, alas! those who rove without respite,

Like the Wandering Jew and like the Apostles,
Whom nothing suffices, neither coach nor vessel,
To flee this infamous retiary; and others
Who know how to kill him without leaving their cribs.

And when at last he sets his foot upon our spine, We can hope and cry out: Forward!
Just as in other times we set out for China,
Our eyes fixed on the open sea, hair in the wind,

We shall embark on the sea of Darkness
With the glad heart of a young traveler.
Do you hear those charming, melancholy voices
Singing: "Come this way! You who wish to eat

The perfumed Lotus! It's here you gather
The miraculous fruits for which your heart hungers;
Come and get drunken with the strange sweetness
Of this eternal afternoon?"

By the familiar accent we know the specter;
Our Pylades yonder stretch out their arms towards us.
"To refresh your heart swim to your Electra!"
Cries she whose knees we kissed in other days.