

rear window “We’ve become a race of peeping Toms. What people oughta do is get outside their own house and look in for a change.” -Stella (Thelma Ritter), a nurse tending to Jimmy Stewart in Alfred Hitchcock's Rear Window I step out into the heat Hitchcockian am a mobile rear window without the chair the telephoto eye the vertical neighbours just a swivel of the head does it for a glimpse through the glass down my street the glass today is a ‘pitcher’ window spilling life knuckleballing it to my more natural eye what do I see: fill in the blank with yours: all you need do is open up your curtains and look to know yourself the proximate valence of things within and from the frame say: one Grace Kelly aglow with all the availability of availed light . . . the deep-tissue glare and touch of a Thelma visiting . . . or another Raymond Burr smouldering smouldering in the dark . . .


I never trusted Raymond Burr again…
That aside, so apt. And more than true now. We think we know what we see.. but we need more evidence ( if we’re cynical - or wise) to believe it..
the 'peeping Tom' is AI