James Broughton
(1913-1999) was truly one of a kind. A Dionysian genius who left his creative and idiosyncratic mark on experimental film, on poetry, on San Francisco, and on all those who knew, loved, frolicked with, and learned from him.

James was brilliant at following his own muse wherever it led him. From writing poems and plays to making films, James explored sexuality and spirituality, broke cinematic barriers, and followed his whimsy wholeheartedly. He let his authentic spirit lead him wherever it would, and on his way he touched many people.

Whether you knew James well or have just come to know about him through a poem, a film, or maybe even a "Follow Your Own Weird" bumper sticker, this is a section for you to share your stories of how James and his work have touched your life.

For more about James Broughton's life, work, and the Big Joy documentary now being filmed, please visit us at bigjoy.org.

Friday, June 4, 2010


“More bubbly please,” were some of James' last words just over 11 years ago. This year, to commemorate the anniversary on a cloudy spring morning just over a dozen people, including James life partner Joel Singer, gathered with poetry and champagne to bury the remainder of James ashes next to his Port Townsend graveside monument.

Poetry, champagne, costume, and song were the order of the day. People shared stories of sparkling moments they had had with James, what they loved about him— such as how his exuberance seem to make everything else come alive. Poems were read. And others spoke of how James was still affecting them positively even a decade after his death.

One young woman shared how she had never met James but had discovered his poetry in college. His words had been so pivotal to her that many years later, when she discovered his gravesite in Port Townsend, she was so touched she had made it a regular stopping point on her daily jogs. She told us how often she stood next to the epitaph, arms wide open to the sky, looking down the hill to the Puget Sound and sang or shouted poetry and thanks to the world. And that’s just what we did that day.

Below are a few photos from the graveside ceremony of Big Joy.