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starryi presents ... Model Joseph Culp Worship Zone

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What you didn't know ... The Artistic World of Joseph Culp
from jtc & arts magazine

Joseph Culp is "hot"— at age 20, he has been named one of the Top 50 Male Fashion Models in the world, two years in a row. According to www.Models.com, "In person, this mild-mannered young Southern gentleman is low-key and sweet. In front of the camera and on the runway, Joseph transforms and the essence of a male supermodel emerges." So, how did a young man from Bristol, Tenn. break into the fashion model industry? His sister, who reads fashion magazines, looked at her brother — who is 6'2" with eyes of blue — and told him he should be a model. She took a couple of Polaroids and posted them on www.models.com. Next thing the Bristol Tennessee High School graduate knew, at age 19, he was on his way to New York City, which is where he now lives.

Joseph, tell us about your background.
I was a student at East Tennessee State University, studying to get a BSA and planning to go to the Art Center College of Design in Pasadena, Calif. I wanted to get into movies [in] production — painter production. I probably will still end up doing that. I paint daily. Modeling is a great job because it gives me a lot of time to paint and it has opened up many opportunities. It has given me connections in the art world. I am thinking about going to art school in New York City. [He laughs] I'll get fat and bald eventually and have to be a hand model. I can't do this forever!

You have some heavyweights on your side — you are represented by Fusion Model Management in New York, d'management group in Milan, and Success Models in Paris. Is that how you keep yourself in the forefront of modeling?
Modeling is very interesting. It's a seasonal thing. If you're not up there every season, the designers and the public forget about you.

What do you think has enabled you to do so well in the fashion world?
The ones who focus only on modeling don't do so well. It's kind of strange — you have to not care in order to do well. Agents can sense when someone is desperate.

Who are some of the big designers who have hired you to model?
Prada and Raf Simmons/Jil Sander. I modeled for the H&M [advertising] campaign last year. I did the TSE campaign and ended up seeing myself on the bus stop [billboards]. Every time I went to get a sandwich, I would see myself [on a sign].

So, are you rolling in the big dough?
The girls get paid more, but that's ok — their jobs are harder!!! The guys don't take it seriously at all, but the girls do — they are much more competitive. Lots [of models] start when they're 14 and it kind of screws with them. The girls go to the extreme — they might look good to a designer by bleaching their eyebrows for a certain shoot but then, afterwards, they look crazy! I have only had to dye my hair for one shoot.

You're also a visual artist. When did your love for illustrating began?
From a young age really, my sister would read Dinotopia and I'd look at the pictures, but I really got into it around the end of freshman year in high school.

Who are some of your favorite artists that you are heavily influenced by?
Craig Mullins, John Singer Sargent, John Harris, Jaime Jones, Frank Frazetta, James Gurney, Richard Schmid, Frederick Church and Glenn Vilppu-the list goes on and on. Maybe in 70 years of constant work I can be half as good as any one of them.

It was fun spending an afternoon photographing you and seeing your artwork. We also had the pleasure of meeting your beautiful girlfriend, Hannah as well. She is featured in your drawings quite often. How does "falling in love" affected you and your artwork? Are we going to see a different side to your 'inner world of art'?
Falling in love is great for my artwork because the more love, the better the art. For it to really work you have to love painting and love the subject, so it works out that I'm in love! (especially if I paint a picture of Hannah) I think we see a different side of my 'inner world of art' everyday, since I really don't know what I'm doing!

How would you like to see changes be made to the wonderful world of modeling in terms of runway and presentation?
I think lots of changes could be made, but it's all about $$$. Wouldn't it be cool to have robot models? Or venues that are more interesting and interactive with the guests? I don't know how, mind you, but fashion, while based in the clothing, is about more than just clothing. I think clothing represents lifestyle (a second skin) and the venues could be amped up to reflect that...somehow.









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p.s. Hey. Some of you might remember that, a while back, a dedicated silent reader of this blog gave us a great, swooning post filled to the brim with pictures of -- and I think a few words about or from -- her favorite fashion model, whose name I can't remember on this foggy morning, sorry, but who was Swedish, I think? Well, she's back under a different moniker to celebrate her new #1, one Mr. Joseph Culp, and I hope you will do her bidding by giving this fine looking fellow a chance at illustrating your personal notion of what constitutes beauty. Thank you. And thank you for everything, starryi. Oh, I guess I should say that an awesome filmmaking duo who called themselves Focus Creeps have made three short films based on short fictions by me -- 'Knife/Tape/Rope', 'Graduate Seminar', and 'Oliver Twink' -- and the films just debuted on Dazed & Confused's digital site, and, if you would like to watch them, you can find them here. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Yes, about the "finally" on the Hainley/Sturtevant book. I've been advance fidgeting and drooling for what feels like forever. Rene was really something to behold. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. Thanks about the post. It's a fantastic book. Best of the best of luck with your building up. I hope it's a positive as "building up" makes it sound. ** MANCY, Hi. Oh, shit. That was the video at the top with the most recent pub. date. I'll go look again. I've never done meds, so I don't know. I have a probably unfair suspicion of them, but, at the same, I have a bunch of friends who seem to have been saved from bad internal stuff to some degree or other by them. Oh, I see about the video. Okay, let me do a correction thing. Everyone, due to technical problems, the wondrous video work by MANCY/Steven Purtill that I imbedded here yesterday wasn't the brand new one that I indicated, so let's try again. At the bottom of today's p.s. you'll find M/SP's actual brand new video, LIGHT WAKER. Once you've imbibed Joseph Culp, or even before you do if your priorities work that way, please do yourself the massive favor of checking it out. Thanks! Sorry, S. I'm excited to get to watch the new one in literally minutes. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. Maybe so, re: Mia Farrow, but I try really hard not to judge people based on only knowing them through tweeted bits and pieces and in entirely media-infected surroundings. ** Steevee, Hey. Cool, I'll go read that pronto. Everyone, here's Steeevee writing on the new "Martin Scorsese's World Cinema Project" box set over at the Roger Ebert website. Please click the blue word for your own sake. Oh, I so agree with you about the heroin related blah blah. I mean, PSH hadn't been announced as being dead for even 15 minutes before the FB vomit-mouths starting saying stuff like, 'Great actor, but what a selfish asshole for ODing,' etc. I found that absolutely maddening and deeply depressing. I'll go read that Glenn Kenny post, and thank you very much for that. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. Absolutely, yes, 100% with you on your thoughts re: the Bieber mess. I'll go find your Bieber post. Very interested to read that! Yeah, I saw Herzog's documentary, and, yeah, there's definitely a not inconsiderable touch fear about going down there, but it's trumped by a big wow and excitement. Staying warm is definitely a major goal. Thanks, pal. ** Jebus, Hi, Jebus! Really nice to see you! Advice, okay. I mean, there's no single right way to do it. I guess if I were to recommend a route, I would say: yes, start by self-publishing something. In the current day, and in the climate occasioned by so-called Alt Lit, wherein self-publishing has no negative connotations whatsoever, I think that's the wisest way to start. You will need to make yourself do some self-promoting and alerting. I think you'll definitely want to get the word and linkage out within the hotbed of that writing and publishing community, i.e. to Alt Lit Gossip, Beach Sloth, etc., etc. I think starting that way is the smartest way to go, and you can use the online access to that work as well as whatever profile arises from it as an "in" with future publishers and even with possible agents, if you decide to go that way. The agent thing is really tough and time-consuming, and I think that, if you want to go that way, it's a very good idea to have something happening beforehand. So, I would do that first, get the word out, etc., and then approach the presses you mentioned -- all great. There are so many good micro-/indie publishers now of all different sizes and aesthetics. Best if possible to investigate what they do and what their "thing" is, and then approach the ones with whom you think your work would be aligned in some way. I'm happy to give advice or wisdom or tips or whatever along the way. Just let me know. ** Bill, Hi. My weekend was pretty good, very busy, work-filled, in the good way, thanks. The bald head sculpture is a component in her great 'House of Horrors' artwork/spooky house ride. There were a couple of pictures of its facade in the gallery section. No, I don't know Peter Milligan's work at all. I think this is the first I've heard if it unless I'm spacing. I'll go check out 'Freakwave' somehow at the soonest opportunity, thanks. ** Aaron Mirkin, Hi, Aaron. Welcome to Paris, if it's already tonight when you read this. Yeah, I'd love to meet up. Let me figure out my time. It's a rough week of work and trip-organizing, but I should be free at certain points, and it would be lovely to meet. ** Chilly Jay Chill, It's a fantastic book. Hainley is a wonder. Oh, gosh, I would have to look at 'The Weaklings' again to remember which poems were the later ones, and I have yet to even see a copy of the book. I'll try to remember to check once a copy is finally sent to me. Yeah, there's a lot to say about the cycle that I'm thinking seriously of doing, but it's too early to voice it.  I will later, and your interest in that is very kind. I should know this already, but is the radio show online, a podcast or whatever? No, I haven't gotten that Clementi film yet. I've just been too crazy busy to concentrate on getting it. Your nudge will hopefully put my finger on that trigger today. ** Misanthrope, Hi, G. Cool for you re: the Seahawk dominance, man. Your uneventful doesn't sound all that uneventful. ** Rewritedept, Your uneventful day, like Misanthrope's, doesn't sound all that eventful. Really nice drawing there, man. Sweet. Everyone, check out a drawing by Rewritedept. It's here. My day? I did get some writing done. Novel writing. Also a bunch of business writing re: the contract for Zac's and my film, which wasn't fun writing, but oh well. Any of those Cobain gems should serve you well, no? I don't think I know Tony Molina at all. I'll go check him out. Thanks, bud. ** Paul Curran, Thanks. And for the nudge. No worries. It's in-process and will be to you well before the big splitsville day for sure. ** Kyler, I'll go see who James McDonald is, or I'll try my best with google's help. I can't even remember the last time I went to see a good old fashioned play with a capital P. When I was in my 20s or something? ** Okay. Please bask in Joseph Culp, if you're so inclined. See you tomorrow.


Steven Purtill LIGHT WAKER


Alain Resnais Day

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'Perhaps more than those of any other modern director, the films of Alain Resnais are synonymous with European art cinema. Hailed as groundbreakingly innovative and intellectual, his films are also lampooned as elliptical, poetic, and populated with impeccably dressed characters adrift in inexplicable existential dilemmas. In truth, Resnais’s legacy – soon to be displayed in a traveling retrospective – remains intact.

'Often crowned the theoretician of the French New Wave, Resnais was in fact the most schooled in actual film production. While his cohorts – Godard, Truffaut, Rohmer, et al. – were busy raving about their favorite directors for Cahiers du Cinema, Resnais had been working as an actor, editor, screenwriter and assistant director on industrials and occasional features throughout the ’40s and ’50s. And his early films were odd 16mm, black-and-white documentary shorts focusing on art and artists, such as Van Gogh, Guernica and Gauguin.

'Rarely revisited, these shorts, Resnais scholar James Monaco suggests, "strangely mirror the features he was later to shoot in the ’60s," foreshadowing his complex treatment of documentary, time, memory, postcapitalist imperialism and, most importantly, the role of the artist. Throughout his career, the artist – and, by extension art itself – remains a central concern, either in the form of homages – in On Connaît la Chanson to Dennis Potter, in La Vie Est Un Roman to three French filmmakers, Melies, L’Herbier and Rohmer – or as character ( in Providence); or in the form of creative collaborations (with poet Jean Cayrol in Night and Fog and Muriel, novelists Maguerite Duras and Alain Robbe-Grillet in Hiroshima, Mon Amour and Last Year in Marienbad, respectively, or cartoonist Jules Feiffer in I Want to Go Home).

'While Godard and others attempted to rewrite cinema through the style of Hollywood B-movies, Resnais’s obsession with memory, time and psychological subjectivity continues a French tradition expressed in both the philosophy of Henri Bergson and in the novels of Marcel Proust. In his documentary short Night and Fog Resnais leads a hallucinatory journey into the Nazi Holocaust through use of archival footage and a poetic subject. In his first feature, Hiroshima, Mon Amour, he turned his technique around, using a faux-documentary style to examine the real and ethical aftershocks of the A-bomb’s blast. By the time of Resnais’s 1961 masterpiece Last Year at Marienbad, history has collapsed into the fashionable relics of the European spa in which his nameless lead characters rewrite the story of their relationship (as well as any expectation of a coherent cinematic syntax) with each new scene.

'In the almost 40 years hence, Resnais has continued to challenge our comprehension of film language. And the force of his early innovations led the way for many filmmakers to push their own boundaries and assumptions.'-- James Monaco



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Further

Alain Resnais @ IMDb
Alain Resnais @ The Criterion Collection
'Alain Resnais on the death of cinema'
'How the 90-Year-Old Alain Resnais Preserves the Past'
'Alain Resnais: vive la différence'
'The Discreet Obscurity Of Alain Resnais'
Jonathan Rosenbaum interviews Alain Resnais
'The Game'
'Alain Resnais and Cahiers du Cinema 1951-1968'
Alain Resnais's films @ Mondo Digital
Alain Resnais @ TSPDT
'Alain Resnais and the Enigmatic Art of Memory'
'Meet the Argentine Jew who shared a nightmare with director Alain Resnais'
'Cinema After Alain Resnais'
'Alain Resnais: Time and Thought, Past and Presence'



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Alain Resnais interview (1961)


Alain Resnais interview excerpt (2012)


Cinéma selon Alain Resnais: L'inclassable


Recut Alain Resnais - Blow up



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15 of Alain Resnais's 51 films

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Alain Resnais & Chris Marker Les Statues Meurent Aussi (Statues Also Die) (1953)
'The film was commissioned to Marker and Alain Resnais by the journal Présence Africaine in 1950. According to Resnais, the original intent was not to make an anticolonial film, but only a film about African art. However when the filmmakers started to do research, they were struck by the fact that African art was exhibited at the ethnological Musée de l'Homme, and not the Louvre like art from elsewhere. As research continued, the disintegrating effects of colonialism became more prominent in the filmmakers' approach to the subject. The film first premiered in 1953. In 1954 it received the Prix Jean Vigo. Because of the sensitive subject, the sharp criticism of colonialism urged the French National Center of Cinematography to censor the second half of the film until 1963. The first time the full version was publicly screened in France was in November 1968, as part of a program with thematically related short films, under the label "Cinéma d'inquiétude".'-- collaged



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Night and Fog (1955)
'François Truffaut once called Night and Fog “the greatest film ever made.” If you don’t believe me, here is the exact quote: “The effective war film is often the one in which the action begins after the war, when there is nothing but ruins and desolation everywhere: Rossellini’s Germany Year Zero (1947) and, above all, Alain Resnais’ Nuit et brouillard, the greatest film ever made.” Certainly it is one of the two or three most powerful and intelligent nonfiction films ever made (I hesitate to call it a documentary, for reasons that will follow); and it is also, among those many movies that have taken on the loaded subject matter of the Holocaust, perhaps the most aesthetically sophisticated and ethically irreproachable. Night and Fog is, in effect, an antidocumentary: we cannot “document” this particular reality, it is too heinous, we would be defeated in advance. What can we do, then? Resnais’ and Cayrol’s answer is: we can reflect, ask questions, examine the record, and interrogate our own responses. In short, offer up an essay. Moreover, by choosing to compress such enormous subject matter into only a half-hour (think, by contrast, of Claude Lanzmann’s over-nine-hour Shoah, [1985]), the filmmakers force themselves into the epigrammatic concision and synthesis of essayistic reflection.'-- Phillip Lopate




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La chant de la styrène (1958)
'This cinematographic project is as poetic as it is technical in its depiction of the realm of plastics from its extraction from Nature to its final product in modern Civilization. The narration, thanks to R. Queneau, reminds of a mid 50's news real, as featured prior to blockbuster films in France, depicting the glory of Babylon lending a mechanical hand to the so-called imperfect aboriginals. Although this movie is closer to a dry documentary than anything else, a philosophic mind appreciative of essences and existenz will admire the exhaustiveness of the subject matter as well as the keen eye for detail. The film was an order by French industrial group Pechiney to highlight the merits of plastics. The commentary, narrated by Pierre Dux, was written by Raymond Queneau, all in alexandrines.'-- collaged



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Hiroshima mon amour (1959)
'“I think that in a few years, in ten, twenty, or thirty years, we will know whether Hiroshima mon amour was the most important film since the war, the first modern film of sound cinema.” That’s Eric Rohmer, in a July 1959 round-table discussion between the members of Cahiers du Cinéma’s editorial staff, devoted to Alain Resnais’ groundbreaking first feature. Rohmer’s remark is in perfect sync with the spirit of the film, which, as he says later in the discussion, “has a very strong sense of the future, particularly the anguish of the future.” Read nearly half a century later, this “anguish of the future” describes the peculiar sensation that runs through all of Resnais’ films, before and after Hiroshima. In fact, it’s the anguish of past, present, and future: the need to understand exactly who and where we are in time, a need that goes perpetually unsatisfied.'-- Kent Jones



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Last Year at Marienbad (1961)
'So much critical ink has been shed over Last Year at Marienbad that one might wonder if the flood of commentary, once receded, would take the film along with it. Alain Resnais’ second feature has been lavishly praised and royally slammed; awarded the Golden Lion at the 1961 Venice Film Festival and nominated for an Oscar, but also branded an “aimless disaster” by Pauline Kael; lauded by some as a great leap forward in the battle against linear storytelling and a worthy successor to Hoffmann, Proust, and Borges, dismissed by others as hopelessly old-fashioned. The ambivalence is understandable. Marienbad blatantly toys with our expectations regarding plotline, character development, continuity, conflict, resolution—all those elements we’ve come to expect from a satisfying motion picture. Like its nameless hero, the film relentlessly pursues us with a barrage of assertions while giving us little to hold on to as convincingly true, until in the end, we, like Delphine Seyrig’s equally nameless heroine, have only two choices: remain steadfast in our resistance to the seduction or just plain submit.'-- Mark Polizzotti



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Muriel (1963)
'At a press conference at the Venice Film Festival in 1963, Resnais said that his film depicted "the malaise of a so-called happy society. ...A new world is taking shape, my characters are afraid of it, and they don't know how to face up to it."Muriel has been seen as part of a 'cinema of alienation' of the 1960s, films which "betray a sudden desperate nostalgia for certain essential values". A sense of disruption and uncertainty is constantly emphasised, not least by the style of jump-cutting between events. "The technique of observing absolute chronology while simultaneously following a number of characters and treating even casual passers-by in the same manner as the main characters gives rise to a hallucinatory realism." At the centre of the film lies the specific theme of the Algerian war, which had only recently been brought to its troubled conclusion, and which it had hitherto been almost impossible for French film-makers to address in a meaningful way.'-- collaged



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Je t'aime je t'aime (1968)
'Je t'aime, je t'aime is a 1968 French science fiction film directed by Alain Resnais. It was listed to compete at the 1968 Cannes Film Festival, but the festival was cancelled due to the countrywide wildcat strike that occurred in May 1968 in France. As with Chris Marker's La Jetee, a man is selected to participate in time travel experiments to his personal past. However, due to equipment malfunction, he experiences these events out of chronological sequence, cause and effect.'-- ARF



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Stavisky (1974)
'With its high production-values and the popularity of its star actor, the film was enthusiastically received by the public in France, whereas, perhaps for the same reasons, it drew a cool response from many critics who felt that Resnais had betrayed his reputation for intellectual rigor. A British reviewer expressed several of the doubts which were felt by critics: "No one could fail to respond to the elegance of the fashion-plate costumes, the Art Deco interiors, the gleaming custom-built cars, the handsome grand hotels, and so on, all paraded before us to the tinkling thirties-pastiche foxtrot music of Stephen Sondheim... But Resnais's and Semprún's Stavisky is just not a very interesting figure... what he represents to the film's authors is not clear... What the picture does not do is use the Stavisky affair to make any larger comment upon the drift of twentieth-century life, or capitalist society, or even human gullibility... One's ultimate impression of the film is of an immense gap between the sophistication of its technique and the commonplace simple-minded notions it purveys."'-- collaged



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Providence (1977)
'Providence is no less an affront to the conventions of classical storytelling than, say, Last Year at Marienbad, but the story at the film’s core is disarmingly simple. Over the course of a single sleepless night, a cantankerous aging novelist imagines parts of his next book. These bizarre imagined scenes, starring the same four principal characters, make up the main body of the film. We realize, gradually, that the novelist has modeled these characters on members of his own family—his sons, Claude (Dirk Bogarde) and Kevin (David Warner), Claude’s wife, Sonia (Ellen Burstyn), and his own deceased wife, Molly, who, in this fictional fever-dream, is recast as Claude’s mistress, Helen (Elaine Stritch). The internal narrative, on shaky ground from the start, grows increasingly fractured and febrile as the night goes on. The author commentates on certain shots in gruff voice-over, sounding less like a narrator than a grouchy, confused old man recording DVD commentary for a film he hasn’t seen. The wrong characters suddenly intrude upon scenes like actors bungling their cues. Sets change from shot to shot. Ellen Burstyn’s character, Sonia, a bored housewife at the center of a limp love triangle, delivers ponderous lines like, “Kevin, I’m not overawed by the universe” with deadly intensity. At one point, in a surge of emotion, Sonia moves her lips, but the novelist’s gruff voice comes out like a bark. The jig is up; the strings on these character-puppets are brazenly visible.'-- Gus Reed



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Mon Oncle d'amerique (1980)
'Mon Oncle d'Amérique is an exhilarating fiction that takes the form of a series of dramatic essays about three highly motivated, extremely mixed-up persons. They are René Ragueneau (Gérard Depardieu), a successful textile company executive who is suddenly faced with the loss of his career; Jean Le Gall (Roger Pierre), an ambitious politician with a desire for total power, both private and public; and Janine Garnier (Nicole Garcia), Jean's mistress and a would-be actress who makes a noble sacrifice only to find that, like most noble sacrifices, it's a self-defeating gesture. Mon Oncle d'Amérique is a chatty movie, rather like the kind of nineteenth-century novel in which the author is always chiming in to comment on what's happening and to make observations that instruct and amuse. In this case, the author is Dr. Laborit, whom we see being interviewed in his laboratory by Mr. Resnais. The doctor, one of the people responsible for the development of drugs to control the emotions, is the wise, literate, unflappable host, a sort of Gallic Alistair Cooke, and Mon Oncle d'Amérique is the show.'-- Vincent Canby



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Melo (1986)
'On its release the film met with a largely hostile reception from both critics and the public in France. Resnais attributed the film's failure to the unfamiliarity of the public with the world of the comic-strip and its personalities, which made it difficult to appreciate the confrontation of values which the film explored. The film failed to get distribution either in the United States or in Great Britain. Variety described it as a "stillborn satiric comedy". The producer of the film, Marin Karmitz, registered a substantial financial loss from the film's commercial flop, and was unable to engage in further production work for the next 18 months. He nevertheless continued to declare his support for what he regarded as one of Resnais's most important films, describing it as "a great film about death, and about the death of certain cultures". I Want to Go Home was shown at the 1989 Venice Film Festival, where it won awards for Alain Resnais and Jules Feiffer. The appearance of the film on DVD two decades after its original release led to some more sympathetic assessments, and recognition of its "blatantly nutty" humor.'-- collaged



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Smoking/No Smoking (1993)
'"Smoking" and "No Smoking" are two segments of the film which are based on closely connected plays. The original plays covered eight separate stories, which have been pared down to three each for these movies. At a certain point in the story of each segment, the five female characters (all played by Sabine Azema) and the four male characters (all played by Pierre Arditi) have their lives skillfully recapped in terms of "what might have happened" if they had made or failed to make certain choices. For example, "No Smoking" focuses chiefly on the relationship between the mild-mannered Miles Coombes and his infinitely more aggressive and ambitious wife, Rowena.'-- collaged



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Same Old Song (2003)
'Resnais's film is a faithful adaptation of the operetta by Barde and Yvain. Its original dialogue was retained, even when outdated, and characters are unchanged except in one instance (Arlette); four of the original musical numbers were omitted because they were felt to slow up the action. Orchestration and some additional music was provided by Bruno Fontaine. The entire film was shot in a studio (in Arpajon). Jacques Saulnier, another of Resnais's longtime collaborators, provided elegant and sumptuous set designs, which together with the glamorous costumes designed by Jackie Budin complement the theatrical style of the acting, and frequent use of long camera shots enable a fluid staging of the musical numbers. Various cinematic devices are used both to intensify the characterizations (especially with close-ups and direct-to-camera asides), but also to distance the film spectator from the theatrical experience (e.g. dissolves to achieve characters' exits, overhead camera shots for some of the ensemble numbers).'-- collaged



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Wild Grass (2009)
'Wild Grass is about an unlikely and fateful chain of events that to a young person might seem like coincidence but to an older one illustrates the likelihood that most of what happens in our lives comes about by sheer accident. This is the latest work by Alain Resnais, who may have learned this by experience: There’s a springtime in your life when you think it should add up and make sense, and an autumn when you think, the hell with it, anything can happen. Resnais has been making films since the dawn of the New Wave: Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959) and Last Year at Marienbad (1961). Now he’s 88. Preparing to write, I decided not to mention his age, in fear that some readers might think a director that age couldn’t possibly be engaging. But praise must be given. Wild Grass is carefree and anarchic, takes bold risks, spins in unexpected directions.'-- Roger Ebert



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You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet (2012)
'Mr. Resnais, who recently turned 91, has been exploring the slippery line between truth and illusion for a very long time, in playful and in somber moods. You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet has a little of both, and is a testament to the filmmaker’s undiminished vitality. The title evokes a piece of ancient, almost mythic film history: that surreal, Orphic moment, associated in the popular mind with The Jazz Singer, when pictures began to talk. It also has a more primal meaning. The world and the people in it might grow old, but the imagination has the power to make everything new. And what look like artifacts of the past — literary chestnuts, archaic stories, half-forgotten recordings — are actually signs pointing toward the future.'-- A.O. Scott



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p.s. Hey. ** tender prey, Marc! Hi, man, it's so good to see you! Cool, I'm glad you liked the videos. I do too. I think they made very interesting decisions, and the performers are almost strangely really good. I met with one of the guys, Aaron Brown, when I was last in Los Angeles. He told me which stories they wanted to film and explained some of their ideas, and I thought their approaches and understanding the stories was really smart, so I basically just said, 'Yeah, great, do whatever you want to do'. They sent me some notes and casting decisions they'd made along the way, but I wasn't more involved than that. And, yes, the way they realized 'Oliver Twink' surprised me, and I'm really happy that the twists and turns and general architecture of the dialog, which is the main interest for me in that story, comes through and is very evident and approachable. So, yeah, them making those videos was a really good experience, and I'm pleased, honored. It is kind of like we're going to the moon aka Antarctica, ha ha. I sort of can't even imagine what that's going to be like in a exciting, scary way. How are you? What are you working on? What's up? Love, me. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. How nice that starryi's idea of beauty intersected with yours. Yeah, wishing luck is always an external thing, I guess. I sometimes feel really lucky though, I guess. But I never wish myself luck. Maybe people do that, though. ** David Ehrenstein, Ha ha, starryi gets all the credit for any Blue Plate status. I was just the transferor. Oh, David Plante. I met and talked with him a couple of times way back when. He wrote a book I remember really liking, although I can't remember the title right now. Jean Babilee R.I.P., indeed. ** MANCY, Oh, no problem. A MANCY double-feature is nothing but a boon. Man, that new one is really something. One of your most exciting videos, I think. Really beautiful. You're so good. It's humbling in the best way. Thank you so much for the alert, and just for being you. ** Tosh, Exactly, that suicidal penguin. Zac and I talk about that all the time, wondering if/hoping we might get to see one should we get hauled in front of penguin colonies down there, which I imagine we will. Completely fascinating and haunting. Thanks for the link to your Bieber piece. I'll go read it in a bit. Everyone, the very great Tosh Berman has written about the 'Justin Bieber vs. the media/social network blather phenomenon', and I can tell you right now without even having had the time to read his input yet that it's going to be sharp as a tack. Hence, join me and click. Lovely day to you, Tosh. ** Etc etc etc, Hi. Oh, yeah, the Bieber thing gets covered over here, but over here it's mostly coverage of the media's obsession with him and of Americans' weird 'ability' to reduce celebrities into characters defined only by what shows up news times about them and about what Americans' need to play judge and jury from incredibly afar might mean. Yeah, that pop celebrity phenomenon of which you speak is super interesting. Actually, I would not at all be into Gregg Araki filming my cycle books. His work and mine constantly get linked, but, apart from a couple of his very earliest films, I'm not a big fan of his stuff. What is the 'dumb academic article submission'? And I can confidently bet that, if you're writing it, it's not dumb. ** Torn porter, Man! Shit, it sucks that we didn't hook up. Long story short, I got your email but not the texts you said you sent, I don't know why, and by the time I got the email, I was running around re: work/trip prep. like the headless chicken. But you'll be here in April to June? Okay, that's better 'cos Antarctica, which is proving to be a chore to prepare for, will be history, and I should be around for at least chunks of that period. But, still, I'm sorry we didn't get to meet sooner. ** Steevee, Hi. I hear you, Steve, about wanting to post that, but, yeah, I think you would probably regret it. Facebook seems to affect people like a hysteria drug at the drop of a hat. I've been staying as far away from my news feed as possible lately. Look forward to your Denis Coté interview. I'm curious about him. Everyone, Steevee has interviewed the Canadian director Denis Coté about his much talked about film 'Vic + Flo Saw a Bear' over at the lovely Filmmaker site, and you'll glad you clicked this and muscled in on their conversation, I assure you. ** Rewritedept, Hey. Like I said, that doesn't sound uneventful, but I say that as writer whom, by my nature, doesn't have to leave my chair, much less my abode, to see what I'm doing as (hopefully) eventful. I think that's the Arctic they're saying that about, but, heck, if I'm wrong I'll let you know post-trip. May the nightmare release the hostage of your life asap. And yet you're stoked anyway. Good news. ** Aaron Mirkin, Hi. Okay, cool. Tomorrow might be best. Today’s crazy. Do you want to send me your cell #, and I can send mine back to you? My address: dcooperweb@gmail.com. Ooh, Elaine Radigue concert. I’m going to look that up straight away. Huh. Again, welcome! ** Misanthrope, Hi, G. You’re not into the effect of being deprived of the nudity of people you’re attracted to? Life must be tough for you, buddy, ha ha. Uneventfulness is the Zeus of writing. Well, sometimes it’s the Medusa of writing, I guess, but you’ve got to take your chances when you’ve got them. How is your mom doing, by the way? I’d pay good money to coerce this Allen/Farrow thing back into their private lives where it belongs as far as I'm concerned. ** Jebus, Hi. Well, that’s one way to do it, and I think it’s worth a shot, but it’s not the only way, and if you find it too difficult and inappropriate for you as a person, there are many other ways to get your work out. See how it goes. It seems like a matter of finding a persona and then using it to do the self-promoting. I imagine that a lot of the Alt Lit personalities are actually very shy folks doing acting jobs at their computer screens. Anyway, like I said, if my input would help, just ask. Take care. ** Okay. I can't believe that I haven't done an Alain Resnais Day until now since he's one of my massively favorite directors. 'Providence' is easily in my all-time top 5 films. Anyway, give the great man his due today, thanks. See you tomorrow.

Gig #53: Of late 5: Kim Myhr, Ulver, The Notwist, Holly Herndon, Ahnnu, Pain Jerk, Guided by Voices, Stefan Jaworzyn, Burial, Blevin Blectum, Compound Eye, Desmadrados Soldados De Ventura, Foetus, Form A Log, Raum

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'Kim Myhr is an extremely innovative guitarist with an emphasis on using a wide range of extended percussive, harmonic and timbral techniques. He has embarked on an international career with performances throughout Europe, USA, Canada, Australia, China and Japan. His projects include a duo with Sebastien Roux (electronics/FR); a duo with dancer Orfee Schuijt; the trio MURAL with Denley and Ingar Zach; the group “Silencers” with Benoit Delbecq (piano/FR) as well as a piece (CD release) for Trondheim Jazz-orkester featuring Sidsel Endresen, Christian Wallumrod and many others. He has also performed with Martin Tetreault, Anthony Pateras, Toshi Nakamura, Tetuzi Akiyama, Robbie Avenaim to name a few.'-- collaged






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ULVER with MG_INC OrchestraMesse I.X-VI.X, Part 2 (live)
'An overarching feeling of decadence permeates every single note on Messe I.X–VI.X, and the listener is left with the same unavoidable yet near imperceptible sensation once the album's last note has ceased reverberating. This project was originally put together by Norway's Tromsø Kulturhus, who commissioned Ulver to create new music in collaboration with the Arctic Opera and Philharmonic Orchestra. The band was aided by composer Martin Romberg, whose penchant for folk and fantasy is hinted at by the orchestration during various sections of the album, like the beautiful crescendo in 'Glamour Box (Ostinati)' or the faintly audible interaction with the band's electronics in 'Noche Oscura del Alma'. The pieces were originally performed live in September 2012, but this finished recording is not a live album in the literal sense, as the music has been reworked and altered by Ulver in the time period since.'-- The Quietus






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The NotwistKong
'The word “Kong” tends to conjure images of angry, confused giant gorillas rampaging through Depression-era New York, or of dogs frantically attempting to extract peanut butter from rubber toys. “Kong,” the new song from the proggy German electro-pop group the Notwist, sounds like neither. Instead, it’s a very pretty, very hooky piece of Krautrock tunecraft, shot through with a deep sense of longing. Driven by its beat and anthemic guitar chords, the song is The Notwist’s homage to ’90s indie-pop. The lyrics are a true story about a young Markus and his family trapped in their home by a flood, dreaming as hard as he could about being saved by superheroes as the water rose around them.'-- collaged






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Holly HerndonChorus
'Now that you probably live much of your life in the virtual sphere — tweeting, texting, chatting, Skyping, emailing and working — it might just be a matter of time before everything about your life becomes digital. And you actual desktop becomes a virtual one... The song "Chorus" consists almost entirely from real-time samples taken from composer Holly Herndon's online life, collected via YouTube, Skype and other online tools. The video takes a similar artistic slant with director Akihiko Taniguchi building upon his earlier "Study of Real Time 3-D Internet" where you slide into an enveloping online life.'-- Videostatic






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AhnnuYour Light
'Presentations of diversity seem to be becoming increasingly apt: whatever Frederic Jameson says about postmodernism, the fact is that our cultural world is phenomenally fragmented into thousands of diverging, idiosyncratic pieces. I imagine it like looking at a membrane through a microscope: the endless discovery of parts moving inside parts — individuation ad infinitum. You get a feeling for this constant kind of modification and fertile variety in the tapes of Ahnnu who strings together myriad shards of social and cultural noises, culminating in a spectacular, compelling barrage of the diverse. As curator and persuader of sound, as opposed to (mythical) Creator of music, Ahnnu makes sound tapestries of a socially objective character: here, subjectivity is transfigured from the momentary divine to the capacity to situate oneself acutely in the manifold of personal and social time.'-- tiny mix tapes






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Pain Jerklive at LUFF
'Pain Jerk (Japanese; ペイン・ジャーク) is a NOISE music project run by Japanese musician Kohei Gomi. Pain Jerk was one of the more prolific and influential noise artists of the 1990s, and is one of the leading figures in the “dynamic” style of Japanese noise, alongside acts such as Merzbow and Kazumoto Endo. Gomi is also the owner of the noise label AMP, and a member, along with T. Mikawa and F. Kosakai of Incapacitants, of the noise supergroup Gomikawa Fumio. He has also edited split albums with others NOISE artists such as: John Wiese, Armenia, Bastard Noise, Endon, etc…'-- last.fm






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Guided by VoicesLittlest League Possible
'Is it time for a new Guided By Voices album? Well, is it time for a new tank of gas, a fresh coat of nail polish, or breakfast? Then sure, it’s time for a new Guided By Voices album. So we’re getting Motivational Jumpsuit, one of many recent Robert Pollard endeavors, in February. Lead single “Littlest League Possible” is short, catchy, and impossible to parse — in other words, it maintains the platonic ideal of Guided By Voices.'-- Stereogum






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Stefan JaworzynTwo Note Bass
'Ask noise-heads which musicians mattered in the 80s and 90s, and Stefan Jaworzyn will likely come up. Three of his groups were among the most unique and notorious in the UK underground: power electronics pioneers Whitehouse, who he spent two short stints with; mammoth noise-rock outfit Skullflower, which he co-founded with Matthew Bower; and free-improv duo Ascension (disclosure: they contributed to a 7-inch I released), which expanded into the quartet Descension. Jaworzyn also helmed the consistently excellent Shock label, issuing stellar experimental titles by Current 93, Coil, and the Dead C. All of this activity came to a mysterious halt in the late 90s, when Jaworzyn ceased making music or doing anything else in the public eye (a recent press release claims he stopped to “focus on drinking and cursing.”) His silence persisted until last year, when Shock re-emerged with a flurry remniscent of Jaworzyn’s hyperactive past.'-- Pitchfork






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Burial Come Down to Us
'Simultaneously dark, light, stereotypical and out of character, ‘Rival Dealer’ is an EP on which London producer Burial outclasses and outmanoeuvres his peers. ‘Come Down To Us’, the 13-minute EP closer, is moving. Its funereal pace recalls the blunted fever of Burial’s Massive Attack remixes, but the layered vocals, Disney-esque strings and synth washes serge with murky and melodic euphoria. Burial’s success has brought with it imitators, but with this EP he’s outwitted them all by introducing a gloriously widened palate to his music that is both instantly familiar and shockingly unlikely. His sound is transformed, yet makes sense within his musical references. Remarkable.'-- NME






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Blevin BlectumFoyer Fire
'Blevin Blectum is an electronic musician and multimedia composer. Blectum studied the violin during her youth. At Oberlin College she began making electronic music at the WOBC-FM studios. At Mills College, she partnered with Kevin Blechdom to form Blectum from Blechdom, a performance art / vocals, laptops and samplers / electronica duo. In 2001, Blectum from Blechdom won an Award of Distinction for digital music at the Prix Ars Electronica. Blectum has released many solo albums, and released a CD/DVD Unseen Forces on Matmos's Vague Terrain label as part of Sagan with ex-husband J Lesser, video prouducer Ryan Junell, and Wobbly. Her most recent full length, Emblem Album, was released on Aagoo records in December 2013.'-- collaged






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Compound EyeFoehn
'Compound Eye, the somewhat unpredictable collaboration between Tres Warren (of Psychic Ills) and Drew McDowall (formerly of Coil), have a new album out, and it’s called Journey from Anywhere, released on Editions Mego. Electronic improvisation is the unstated goal here, and Warren refers to it as an ongoing “recording project,” buoyed by a lack of formula and an impulse to add things as the creative mind warrants. “Journey” is aptly used, in other words. It's the follow-up to their 'Origin of Silence' art edition for The Spring Press and follows its themes of patiently explorative, unfolding composition in eight parts working at a "trasportive blur of dark psychedelic minimalism." The dissonant tang of Coil's furthest occult chicanery is clear and present and a beacon for all keener psychonauts throughout the album.'-- collaged






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Desmadrados Soldados De VenturaChristmas In Honduras
'Desmadrados use three guitars, two basses, drums and vocals to navigate a morass of wah-heavy swamp blues and almost Spectator-label scale thug punk excess. Think Vermonster’s Holy Sound Of American Pipe or the live Baby Grandmother jams given a free-form Fillmore East shakedown or the George Brigman orchestra play Pandit Pran Nath’s sundown raga. There’s definitely a return to heady wasted guitar/psych in the North of England right now – thanks to heads like Nick Mitchell et al – and this is a missive from the goddamn heart of the new free electric sound.'-- David Keenan






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FoetusKamikaze
'Because this is a Foetus album, aggression is given a greater amount of space to play around in. If you think muscular drums and bombastic percussion were reserved only for what he’s done in the past, you’re going to be blown out of your chair. Is he still using the tape and razor approach at this stage? I’m sure it still is getting dragged out kicking and screaming to add some of the accents on here, Thirlwell’s work is just too hands-on for it not to be. The idea that this kind of mania came to life purely on a computer screen I wouldn’t buy for all the whiskey in Ireland. For a guy who always looks so calm and sedate when performing live these days, his subconscious is still bordering on explosive. So much raw, brutish power is contained on ‘Soak’! He’s in his 50s by the way, and he’s still composing this kind of madness, showing no signs of slowing down.'-- Santa Sangre






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Form A LogPenguin Time Line
'With 12 channels available to mix and match between them, Form A Log performances find Ren Schofield (Container, I Just Live Here), Noah Anthony (Profligate), and Rick Weaver (Dinner Music, Human Conduct) overlaying their streams of technoid chaos into a generative mire that pulses enough to occupy your body as it reconfigures your synapses. Spend time with Form A Log, and designations like “primal” or “underground” or “lo-fi” crumble under your complete certainty that these men are doing everything perfectly right and perfectly wrong, feeling their way through new permutations of improvisation and composition, and conjuring a din unlike any you’ve heard before.'-- collaged






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RaumIn Held Company
'Raum is the name of the new project from Liz Harris - aka experimental singer-songwriter Grouper - and Jefre Cantu-Ledesma, whose debut EP is due on San Francisco label Glass, house later this month. Their music is simultaneously quite unassuming and overwhelming, putting the onus on the listener to wade through its gauzy textures to hear Harris's disembodied vocal and the strains of a spectral melody; it might seemed dark at first glance, but you don't have to walk too far in to find the light. The duo is making ghostly, voice-heavy experimental music that sounds like the filling of a room. While the track itself is ethereal like Harris's former projects, it feels less impatient, and not as twitchy, like working with another musician has given her a chance to slow herself down.'-- collaged







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p.s. Hey. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. Me too. The only later Resnais films I've seen are 'Smoking/No Smoking' and 'Wild Grass', both of which were very interesting. I need to see more. For some reason, the 'filmed play' thing kind of puts me off initially a bit, which is just a knee-jerk prejudice holding his work hostage. It's truly fantastic that he's still making films, and apparently very strong films, in his 90s. There's a new one finished and coming out this year! ** David Ehrenstein, Wonderful, enlightening thoughts and knowledge about Resnais, thank you so much! Of course I'm happy that you like 'Providence' so much too. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. Oh, I'm not sure if I can really speak to why I love 'Providence' so much off the top of my not fully caffeinated head. The way it blends internal and external structures, superficial premises with chaotic emotional substance, fiction and 'non-fiction', etc. so wittily and yet with such deep melancholy was revelatory for me when I saw it. My novel 'The Marbled Swarm' is massively influenced by it. Our weather here is a modulating drear. Very non-dramatic and kind of pleasantly wintery rather than startlingly so. If there was a still in there that wasn't from a Resnais film, it was a mistake. I'll remove that one. I'm not sure how it got in there. ** Aaron Mirkin, Hey. Got it. I'll send you my stuff, and we'll talk, figure it out today. Thanks for the Radigue link. If I can possibly get away to see that, I definitely will. ** Steevee, Hi. Oh, it's totally okay to talk about the Farrow/Allen thing here. It's horrible and fascinating. Good luck getting those maybes turned into nods. It is strange that Resnais's short films aren't collected in DVD. Or ... are they not collected on a French DVD? The ones I've seen are just fantastic. The two I included in the post are really good ones. They, and a few others, are available in full on youtube. Really lively, nice interview with the Canadian guy, Kudos and thanks! ** Kyler, Hi. Cool about your high ranking of 'Providence'. I did find some stuff about James McDonald, yes. Very interesting. I'm going to investigate further. ** Rewritedept, Hey. You could be right about Antarctica. I don't know. I just know that they're quite different, despite their superficial resemblance. Facebook is generating as much grotesquerie at the moment as I have seen it do. My Wednesday was quite okay. Wrote novel, co-wrote a film scene with Zac for Gisele's movie project, had a great, advancing meeting re: his and my film project, etc. We'll see about Thursday. I hope yours rocked. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. He's amazing. I don't think you'll be sorry. ** Paul Curran, Hi, Paul. Super weird. Oh, my great pleasure and honor on the blurb. Sweet that Michael is representing you at that incredible sounding reading. And at AWP. I've never gone to that. I would love to as well. ** Creative Massacre, I'm good. Right, the last time I saw you, you were about to get those stubborn teeth yanked out of your mouth/head/life. Continuing envy about your snowfall. We haven't had a single flake here, but I have a strong feeling that, after Antarctica, I will have had more than my fill of the freezing cold white stuff. Really nice to see you, Misty! ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff. Thanks about the Resnais post. Like I said, I'm a bit woefully behind the curve on most of his later films. I did quite like 'Smoking/No Smoking'. You've got me about 'Four Nights of a Dreamer'. I have no idea why it's taking so long to be a DVD. I know that the big rights problem regarding it was supposedly resolved years ago, and that its release was supposed to be imminent, but I haven't heard a peep about that since. I'll see if I can find anyone here who knows anything about that. Oh, cool, I'm sure I can find the stream if it's via WFMU. Thanks! ** Misanthrope, Ditto, i.e. me too about the Bieber stuff. 'All the hypocritical outrage over some minor thing that's the barest fraction as bad as what I and those complaining about him did at his age': bingo. ** Armando, Hi, buddy! Oh, man, sorry about my teching up the blog to the point of difficulty. I've missed you too! Thanks about my birthday. Lateness ain't no big. Nope, I haven't seen 'Wolf of Wall Steet'. I know, I know. I really want to. I almost saw it a couple of times, but life has been way busy and crazy lately. I will see it though. I haven't been this intrigued to see a Scorcese film in a long time. Let off Farrow/Allen steam here all you like. Totally understandable. I'm doing good. I hope you're doing good too, my friend! ** Jonathan, Yeah, the Warpaint didn't win me over. The Herndon is lovely. In fact, she's right up there in the gig. The Parisian hood is a little overly wet and damp, but it's, you know, Paris, so, you know, it's awesome. Talk soon, I hope! ** Okay. You get a gig curated by me today featuring some of the music I've listening to lately and getting a lot out of. Hope you find something or even multiple things that serve you well in there. I will, yeah, see you tomorrow!

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'German architect Jakob Tigges explores the outskirts of megalomania with his proposed a plan to construct a 1000-meter tall mountain at the site of the recently closed Tempelhof airport in Berlin, which was originally constructed by the Nazi’s as part of their megalomaniac Germania plan.

'If realized, The Berg would be the largest man-made icon. A tourist attraction unlike any city has ever served, providing Berliners and (more importantly) tourists with a convenient location to enjoy a range of activities including hiking, hang-gliding, rock climbing and even skiing, as the mountain would collect snow on its peak from September to March offering the perfect skiing climate in the otherwise slope-less city.

'The plans for The Berg seem to have spawned out of a severe case of ‘peak-envy’. On the Berg website, the 35 year old architect writes: “While big and wealthy cities in many parts of the world challenge the limits of possibility by building gigantic hotels with fancy shapes, erecting sky-high office towers or constructing hovering philharmonic temples, Berlin sets up a decent mountain … Hamburg, as stiff as flat, turns green with envy, rich and once proud Munich starts to feel ashamed of its distant Alp-panorama and planners of the Middle-East, experienced in taking the spell off any kind of architectural utopia immediately design authentic copies of the iconic Berlin-Mountain.”

'Whether the world is gullible or people truly want to see and experience The Berg, the project attracted a lot of local media, gathered a huge 5000+ following on Facebook and has some promising product endorsements already.

'Although an uninhabitable monolith of this magnitude might look appealing at first sight, funding for it might be another matter. Not to mention the environmental impact of the gigantic structure. The mountain is so big it would alter the weather surrounding it and attract a wide range of flora and fauna. Nonetheless Berliners are getting behind the project as another tourist-attracting (money-making) option for their fair city.

'“It’s provocative, but not constructive,” Tigges told Der Spiegel of his proposal. The architect sees his idea as more of a place-holder in the minds of Berliners, a mythical mountain to fire imaginations until an appropriately grand solution is found. In the meantime, Tigges says, he would prefer for Tempelhof to remain untouched as he considers it more interesting for a Sunday walk than your average park landscape.

'“Tourists would come to the site to take photographs of the mountain that isn’t there,” said Tigges, who noted that his euphoric mountain renderings serve as a direct critique of the city of Berlin. “The site is much too valuable to sacrifice for mediocre apartment buildings.”'-- nextnature.net














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'The Netherlands is famous for being an extremely flat country. But now a Dutch journalist has attracted attention with a proposal for constructing an artificial mountain in the country -- and some people are taking the idea seriously. Journalist Thijs Zonneveld became a household name in the Netherlands overnight with a short column that looked like something written to fill a slow summer news day. But his idea to build a 2,000-meter (6,560-foot) peak appears to have caught the public's imagination.

'The title of the small piece in which Zonneveld let off steam over the athletic and geographic handicaps of the Dutch could not have been clearer: "Mountain!" As a result of their country's natural disadvantages, Zonneveld argued, neither cyclists nor Alpine athletes would ever have the chance to win any medals. There are simply no mountains in Holland, he wrote. "The country is flat. Flat as a polder. Being flat is really useful for growing beets, raising cows and building straight roads, but it's a disaster when it comes to sports."

'In an appearance on "Knevel & Van den Brink," a popular TV talk show in the Netherlands, Zonneveld convinced seven skeptical people to seriously discuss the issue for 10 minutes. Initially describing it as a "bizarre idea," he went on to cite the advantages of the Alpine attraction. Zonneveld believes that it could be done for about €1 billion ($1.43 billion). Of course, he adds, raising this "costly mountain" would not be a job for the public sector, but for bold investors instead. He said that he planned to meet with experts and representatives of interested companies this week -- including, he said, six of the country's 10 largest engineering firms -- for a brainstorming session on the feasibility of the idea. Zonneveld insists that his Alpine challenge is surmountable -- for example, if the mountain was hollow.

'A hollow mountain would save an enormous amount of material. If it consisted of a mass of reinforced concrete, the colossus would weigh an estimated 5.2 trillion kilograms. If it were built out of stone, the mountain would be even heavier, and more expensive. But lighter doesn't necessarily mean cheaper. Blogger Erik van der Zee has already calculated that building the mountain out of ordinary Lego pieces would be unaffordable, if only because of the astronomical wages it would require. At a rate of one Lego piece per second and worker, the superstructure alone would consume about 729 billion man-years. Put differently, the entire human population could be employed around the clock for the next 104 years.

'The biggest problem, Zonneveld believes, probably wouldn't even be the structural engineering challenges or the money, but rather the people who would have to be resettled to make space for the mountain. It's also clear that current tourist attractions, like the Urk lighthouse hill -- which towers a breathtaking 24 feet above sea level -- would lose a significant amount of appeal. But Zonneveld isn't going to give up his dream. "The mountain will come," he wrote in a column published on Friday. "Period."'-- Der Spiegel










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'Mountains in the Netherlands? The highest hill on the Dutch mainland is the Vaalserberg - with an absolute altitude of 322,7 m above sea level. So, what’s going on with skiing, hiking and mountain biking? One of the participants of the challenge is the Dutch engineering and consultancy firm DHV. They already started with the first steps: The project is called Bergen in Zee – because of its proximity to the seaside town of Bergen aan Zee and because the word “bergen” is the Dutch word for mountains. The artificial mountain will be constructed approximately 10 km near the seaside of Bergen aan Zee.

'But how to construct such a huge mountain? The diameter of Bergen in Zee will be slightly more than 12 km and the foot of the mountain will be on the continental shelf at a depth of between 10 and 20 m. The top of the mountain will rise 2000 m above sea level – for comparison, Austrian’s highest mountain Großglockner counts 3798 m above sea level. There will be natural ski pistes (at least 5 km long) and an ice rink around the top of the mountain.

'The construction process: Bergen in Zee will consist of several different layers: (1) The core could be made of sand. (2) The second layer will be made of waste. The absorption of any gassing through fermentation or other chemical processes in the waste will be used to pump water into the mountain. (3) The third shell will have a honeycomb structure. The structure will make it possible to store the gas and CO2 safely without inconveniencing anybody. (4) The top layer will consist of sand, with space for buildings, vegetation and a wooded area around 50 km².

'Sustainable thoughts: (1) The existence of the mountain will save millions of travel kilometres during the vacations. A first idea of sustainable developments in the tourism sector. (2) The production of energy: wind energy in the night and solar energy in the daytime. The production of energy will be constant and flexible. (3) The combination of the building materials (sand and water) opens up the prospect of a gigantic heat-cold storage that can provide all of the western part of the Netherlands with heat or cold.'-- Follow the Weasel











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'A residential compound in China has two 15-storey high artificial mountains built, and the property management office said the mountain was built for good Fengshui. Shangqing Jiayuan Residential Compound in Shanghai has two high artificial mountains built besides the buildings No.30 and No.31. The two artificial mountains are 50 meters high, reaching the 16th floor of the 28-storey high buildings.

'Compound residents said the mountains were built along with the buildings, which was finished in 2003. Residents said they don’t feel uncomfortable for having two giant artificial mountains in the compound as long as they don’t block the sunlight. A property office spokesman said since the mountains are part of the compound, they have to maintain the well-being of the mountains all the time. The spokesman said not long ago the Shanghai Mountain Climbing Association contacted them for a outdoor rock-climbing competition, but considering safety factors, they declined their plead.'-- whatsonxiamen.com



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'While Kaolinite has been mined in Hirschau, Bavaria, since 1833 it was in 1901 when Amberger Kaolinwerk began mining Kaolinite -- one of the most common minerals, a clay-like layered silicate, used in ceramics, medicine, coated paper, food additives, in toothpaste, and is the main ingredient in porcelain -- they found themselves with a problem. In the process of separating the Kaolinite from the dirt they ended up with a lot of left over quartz sand. So they started piling it up.

'By the early 1950s the pile had grown large enough that a skier wanting to practice in the summer, brought his poles to the mountain, dubbed Monte Kaolina, and began doing skiing down the enormous pile. By 1956 there was a ski club dedicated to skiing down the quartz sand mountain.

'Today, although the mountain has stopped growing -- it turns out quartz sand is good for a whole bunch of things -- it continues to host skiers, the Monte Kaolino Railway a 200 meter long cable car with boat shaped wagons, a "Dune Pool" including a 50 m - water slide, and 1,000 meter Alpine-Coaster that zooms riders down the giant slag heap. In addition to all this, Monte Kaolino is also home to the Sandboarding World Championships, in which many of the smae types of winter boarding competitions are held, but on sand. Speeds of up to 60 mph have been clocked.'-- atlas obscure










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'Francois Roche is currently leading a collective resisting to the developing project to rebuild Paris’ Zoo in Vincennes. In fact, this zoo, famous for its numerous artificial mountains is the object of a quasi-total reconstruction in an ambiguous semi-private contract lead by the omnipresent building company Bouygues (who also owns the main private TV channel in France and whose president Martin Bouygues is well known to be Nicolas Sarkozy’s buddy!). The following text explains more in detail what is at stake in this combat:

'Who’s got the authority to raze the ZOO? The erasing will start this August, behind the fence, hidden from the public, by the private client and construction company “Bouygues,” without any survey, any control, and any rights. The procedure comes from the concession that French administration transfers through a PPP(partenariat public-privé) protocol to “privatize” public area, to minimize the cost and negate any intelligence of production. The Bouygues Company is in charge with a concessionary contract to manage both the renovation and managing operation…all uses, economic and strategic, of the site.

'The first action of this company will be to erase everything (except the main mountain), to transform the ZOO with drastically low budget through a cheap and chips concept with an hypothetical phantasm of rationalization and expertise, led on by citizens’ “taste” and willingness for a ‘clean vision of nature’…what a fucked up nightmare of normalcy! Imagine the same with “le parc des Buttes Chaumont” from the XIXth or “les fabriques” and Grotto from “Hameau de la Reine” or “Desert de Retz” in XVIIIth century.'-- The Funambulist









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Jerudong Park, Singapore




Expedition Everest ride, Disneyworld



Mountain Museum, Nepal



Artificial indoor mountain range, Dubai (plan)



The London Zoo, 1913




Wonderland Theme Park, Vaughn, Canada




Architect Ju-Hyun Kim's proposal to build a mountain on NYC's Lower East Side



Bearfire Ski Resort, Texas (plan)



Macau's Fisherman Wharf, China




Chinese billionaire's rooftop mountain, Beijing




Cadillac Mountain Range, Disney's California Adventure, Anaheim



Shigatse, Tibet




Proposed hospital disguised as a mountain, Adelaide, Australia



Okada, Japan





Manmade salt mountains, Germany




Lace Hill, a mixed-use development, Armenia (plan)




'The Alps' ride, Willow Grove Park, Philadelphia





Earth Quest Adventures Theme Park, New Carney, Texas (in progress)




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p.s. Hey. ** MyNeighbourJohnTurtorro, Hey. Lots of up in my up, thanks for asking. How about you? I'd put Resnais in group posts before, but he'd never had a solo Day, which is ... I can't explain it. Weird. I do like Ulver, increasingly. The Blake album is terrific. Obviously, I quite like the new orchestral thing. And their recent collab. with Sunn0)))) is really nice, naturally. Yes, a new GBV LP is imminent. Guy's unbelievable: Pollard. Mm, I find my music here and there. The Wire is a huge resource, yeah. It's the only magazine that I read cover to cover, down to the minutiae, and I almost always check out everything covered there that sounds even remotely interesting. Other websites. Friends' tips, etc. I'm really happy with the Focus Creeps videos, yeah. They might be my favorite adaptations of my stuff yet. Still haven't heard the new Xiu Xiu. Thanks for reminding me. I'll try to get that today. Always great to talk to you, and the bon-est of days to you, man! ** Torn porter, Hi. I go to Antarctica on Tuesday. No, wait, I go to Buenos Aires then to Patagonia then to Antarctica beginning Tuesday. The ship to the big A leaves Ushuaia, Argentina on Feb. 25. Why? Well, it has been my dear friend Zac's life dream to go there, and our trip was my birthday present to him, and now it's happening. I'm interested go, obviously, although I never imagined doing it. So the 'why' is because it's for Zac and because it's crazy thing to do so why not? Oh, I love Rohmer a lot. I did a post on him a while back. Here: Eric Rohmer Day. Faves? Hm, maybe 'Claire's Knee', 'Pauline at the Beach', 'Conte d'hive', and I really love 'Perceval le Gallois', which is probably his strangest film. But he's pretty much always great in my opinion. Re; the Focus Creeps films, they wrote to me asking if I'd be into them adapting some stories for Dazed & Confused's 'Visionaries' project, and they seemed really cool, so I met with one of the two guys, and I liked him and his ideas a lot, so I said, 'Awesome, do it, thanks.' Simple as that, I guess. Peace to you. ** David Ehrenstein, That's a great characterization of the Gielgud aspect of 'Providence' And your drinking game thing is funny and cool. PSH really was a fantastic actor. I'm just avoiding the related blah blah about his heroin use as much as I can. Yeah, I actually interviewed/conversed with Ed White about that Paris book for the new or next issue of Interview Magazine. ** Steevee, Hi. Both of those Ulver records are really good, I think. Yeah, I agree with you about their adventurousness within and increasingly outside the genre. Very interesting, very admirable. ** _Black_Acrylic, Totally, about the Herndon video, right? Her new album is very good. I don't think I know 'Dance Mania', at least by that moniker. Maybe I know tracks. That Kerridge sounds really good. I'll go find it. Thanks! I think you're right about that renaissance. And I like a lot of what those guys are doing. ** Chris Cochrane, Chris! Howdy, my man! I'm really good, really busy with projects and stressed/excited about the big upcoming trip. Japan was incredible. You really have to go there sometime somehow. Tuesday Zac and I head off to Argentina on our way to Antarctica. Ugh, mid-life crises are the worst. Luckily, they're pretty temporal. I bet that when an issue or two creating yours is/are solved, it'll retreat. I am literally in pain at missing that Dancenoise and Scotty Heron show. I even thought about flying to NYC just to see it, but that was way too impractical. But, oh, to see Dancenoise's extreme genius in action again, sigh. You're so lucky. Sending you the very, very best too, my friend. ** Paul Curran, Hi, Paul. I hadn't listened in Foetus in ages, but I tried the new one on a whim, and it's really pretty terrific. I almost think his stuff sounds better now than it did back when. On Feb 18, Zac and I will be ... hm, in the Chilean part of Patagonia. I saw your email. Thanks! And you'll from me pronto. ** Misanthrope, Thanks for filling me in about your mom. Keep on her to be really clear and upfront. I'm sure she's scared shitless to be upfront, which is totally understandable, but, obviously, she really, really has to. Good start with the CT scan result. Not so great about her talking the doc into doing that delay. Sheesh, indeed. ** Sypha, Yep, Foetus is actually still quite active. That new album, which is quite good, is all over the place stylistically. A couple of catchy things, like the track I picked, and, of course, a lot of his sometimes interestingly bombastic things. Wow, of course I remember about that Tibet/Current 93 anthology. That's great news! Congratulations! That's awesome, James! I don't know the work of most of the writers that in the book. Do you? Any of them particularly worth chasing down? ** Bill, Hi, Bill. Ha, that's funny, 'cos I was thinking, 'Hey, I actually managed to squeeze a few rock songs into the noisy stuff' this time.' That Blevin Blectum album is a real grower. I'm getting to really like her solo stuff. No, I didn't know there was a Ricky Jay doc. I'd definitely like to see that. Did you ever see that theater piece he was touring for a long time (and maybe still be) called, shit, 'Ricky Jay and his (?) Assistants'. It was pretty terrific. Those 'Freakwave' samples look really good. The psychedelic aspect is the initial lure for me. And since psychedelia can make anything inside it seem compelling, that should backpedal any sci-fi trimmings that might have otherwise put me off. I'm going to be over in that area near St. Michel where all the big graphic novel stores are today, and I'll see if they have it so I can take a more thorough look. Thanks, B. ** Kyler, Hi. That huge cast of 'LaI' sounds interesting, hard to work with, an exciting possibility. Yeah, pretty sweet and an amazing feeling: the first book. Bask in it, my friend. ** Jeffrey Coleman, Hi, Jeff! I'm good, thanks. Yeah, a big trip to Antarctica and Patagonia starting early next week. My friend and soon to be traveling companion Zac dreams of working at a station down there too. I haven't read 'Big Dead Place', no. I'll search. Haven't seen 'True Detective' either. Never heard if it before. TV, and especially American TV, is my total weakness. Cool you like the Compound Eye. Yeah, it's nice. That new collection of Stefan Jaworzyn's early stuff, from which that track I included came, is really quite good. That's weird/interesting: I was just listening to Ashtray Navigations two days ago, and I had pretty much the same feeling you did vis-à-vis the earlier and newer stuff. Dude, you definitely have excellent taste in music. I've learned a lot from you. Great to see you, Jeff. Take care, and don't disappear for a second longer than you feel you must, okay? ** Jonathan, Hi. Aw, thanks a bunch about the gig, man. Yeah, I've kind of gotten really into Blevin Blectrum. Don't drop the expensive art unless it deserves the damage and unless its insurance policy relieves you of any culpability. I.e., have a great one too! ** End. Artificial Mountain Day is exactly what it seems to be, and I hope my fancy in its regards accesses yours. See you tomorrow.

Rewritedept presents ... may yr shade be sweet: the sad and beautiful world of mark linkous.

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a promotional film made in 1995 for the first sparklehorse LP, 'vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot.'


mark linkous was born 9 sept, 1962, in virginia. most of the members of his family were coal miners by trade, and young mark decided to pursue a career in music to avoid a similar fate.

in the 80's, he played in a group called the dancing hoods. the replacements and the del fuegos were vocal fans of their first album. based originally in new york, the band relocated to LA around the release of their second LP, 'hallelujah anyway,' but broke up soon after.



dancing hoods - baby's got rockets.


from LA, linkous moved back to virginia, where he continued writing songs. one of them, 'sick of goodbyes,' cowritten with david lowery, made an appearance on lowery's group, cracker's 1993 LP 'kerosene hat.'



cracker - sick of goodbyes.


sometime in the early 90's, linkous settled on the band name sparklehorse. in 1995, their first album, 'vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot,' was released on capitol records.



here is the full album.


in 1996, sparklehorse undertook their first ever tour, a run through the UK opening for radiohead. while in london, linkous overdosed on a combination of alcohol, valium and antidepressants, after which he collapsed with his legs pinned beneath him. he remained in that position for close to 14 hours, before being taken to st. mary's hospital for treatment. following this, he was wheelchair bound for several months while he underwent various surgeries to restore his ability to walk, which he did eventually regain, though his legs never recovered their full strength.

in 1998, sparklehorse released 'good morning spider.' where 'vivadixie...' is a mostly subdued affair, this album's much more all over the map, charging furiously out the gate with uptempo rocker 'pig,' before moving through a vast palette of tonal colors and moods. 'sick of goodbyes' gets the full on sparklehorse treatment on this record. a cover of daniel johnston's 'hey joe' makes an appearance as well. some of the lyrics address his overdose and other songs seem to hint at a disillusionment with the music industry/fame machine ('i wanna be stupid and shout "motherfucker" now, i wanna be a tough-skinned bitch, but i don't know how' from 'pig').



here is the full album.


2001 saw the release of 'it's a wonderful life,' which featured guest appearances from vic chestnutt, tom waits (on the gloriously weird 'dog door'), nina persson of swedish lounge-poppers the cardigans, PJ harvey and dave fridmann, noted producer of such groups as mercury rev, the flaming lips and sleater-kinney, among others. this album is a little quieter than 'good morning spider,' closer in tempo and feel to 'vivadixie...' but with far more instruments in use, including the chamberlin, an early electronic keyboard instrument similar to a mellotron.



here is the full album.


during this time, mark also busied himself with producing records for artists like daniel johnston and nina persson, and in 2004 coordinated the compiliation 'the late great daniel johnston: discovered covered,' which featured tom waits, TV on the radio, beck and mercury rev, as well as a collboration between sparklehorse and the flaming lips on johnston's song 'go'.



sparklehorse & flaming lips - go.


daniel johnston - go.


beck - true love will find you in the end.


daniel johnston - true love will find you in the end.


in 2006, sparklehorse released 'dreamt for light years in the belly of a mountain,' recorded in north carolina, where he had relocated his studio. several of the songs on this album date back to 'it's a wonderful life,' and four of them had actually been released in different forms previously ('shade and honey,' which was featured in the 2002 film 'laurel canyon;''ghost in the sky,' which was first released on a split with the shins and mates of state; 'morning hollow,' which was a bonus track on 'wonderful life;' and the title track from the album, originally called 'maxine,' appeared on both the vinyl release of 'wonderful life' and the 'gold day' EP). despite this, it's a great album, overflowing with crooked pop songs, weird old keyboards and lots of atmosphere, thanks to guest producer dangermouse. steven drozd from flaming lips makes a couple appearances on drums too.



here is the full album.

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a digression...

i first became aware of sparklehorse in the summer of 2002. it was one of those moments of immediate recognition with a piece of art. the surreal lyrics, the non-standard instrumentation, the way he made something new and beautiful out of old chord progressions and barely functioning old keyboards: all combined to produce something beautiful and otherworldly. the first sparklehorse song i heard was 'piano fire,' the third track off 'it's a wonderful life.' to this day, it's still one of my favorite sparklehorse songs. to that end, here are several versions of the song...



i believe this is the video by filmmaker rodney ascher. the mix of the song used is different from the album version.


here's the album version.


here is a particularly distorted but otherwise pretty faithful live take.


and now, we return to our previously scheduled programming.

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in the last years of his life, mark kept busy. he made a collaborative album with dangermouse and david lynch called 'dark night of the soul,' that features guest appearances from the flaming lips, gruff rhys of super furry animals, julian casablancas from the strokes, frank black, iggy pop, suzanne vega and vic chsetnutt, among others. musically, it's a great album, though perhaps too scattered and diverse of one. the good songs on it are exceptional, at least, though there are some that just don't work (like the iggy pop collab, which sounds fantastic on paper but doesn't work out so great).



just war (w/ gruff rhys).


the man who played god (w/ suzanne vega).


revenge (w/ the flaming lips).


he moved again, from north carolina to knoxville, tennessee, where he began again working on new music in a new studio he was building.

on 6 march, 2010, mark linkous killed himself outside the knoxville home where he was staying with friends. he shot himself in the heart with a rifle he owned. i cried when i heard about it and had to leave work early.

according to his manager, at the time of his death, most of the work for a new sparklehorse album had been completed, though these songs have yet to see release in any official way.

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extras:
the dark night of the soul homepage.
belly of a mountain, a short film composed of interviews with linkous and live footage. there's a second part that links from this first part.
mark linkous is sparklehorse, a 50 minute documentary filmed for dutch tv station VPRO. it's in five or six parts, just follow the links.




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p.s. Hey. Rewritedept has made us a beautiful guest-post dedicated to the late, kind of sublimely talented, far too briefly alive songsmith Mark Linkous. If you don't yet know his work, here's your perfect opportunity, and, if you do, please revisit it and him between now and Monday. Thank you, and a giant, multiplicitous thank you to you, R. Otherwise, oh, for what it's worth, Dazed & Confused's digital site, which has been very kind to me of late, just did one of their 'dA-Zed guide' features, wherein they select and alphabetize the details of something's existence or of someone's life, about me, and it's here if you're curious. ** MyNeighbourJohnTurtorro, Hey. It kind of is. Indispensable. The Wire, I mean. I have heard the new Helm EP and, yeah, it's terrific, I agree. Nice Cafe OTO gig. I've never been to Cafe OTO, and it's something I really, really want to do, duh. I don't think I knew there's a new Container 12", and that's exciting. Thanks! I got the Xiu Xiu yesterday, and I'll 'spin' it today. My all-time fave Xiu Xiu is still 'A Promise', for some reason. Another openly gay singer to compete with Mr. Stewart? Hm, I think Bradford Cox is pretty amazing. Maybe him? 'God Jr.' has been optioned for a few years by the people who made 'Coraline', but options so rarely get transformed into films. There's a really nice short film of 'HHU' called 'Krybbedød' made by a Norwegian filmmaker. For a while, there was going to be an Australian feature film based on 'HHU'. It was in the pre-works for a long time, and Daniel Johns, late of Silverchair, was doing the score, but it never happened. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi.  I'm so pleased that the post proved to be inspiring. Awesome. I think money is the reason why the Dutch mountains won't happen, if they don't. The cost of making something like that is insane of course. The fake mountain on the roof in Beijing was torn down recently. He made it without getting any permission, and the other people in the building didn't like it one bit, and I think it leaked into their apartments or something. Anyway, it's gone, which is sad to me, but I don't live in that building, so sadness is easy for me. I think the Paris zoo mountains are still there, frozen while the battle over preserving or razing them continues. The zoo still hasn't reopened. I hope you like 'Providence', naturally. You have a good weekend too. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. I made a difficult decision to exclude little fake mountains, just to save me some post-making time. Otherwise, the potato mountain would have been there, you bet. ** _Black_Acrylic, I have a bead on the Kerridge album, thank to you. I'm excited. I'm not sure about the new Actress yet. It's really plodding, but I think the plodding is going to end being exciting once I figure out what he's doing. Have fun at the contest. Look forward to any pictorial evidence, naturally. ** Steevee, Thanks. Everyone, why not go over here and read Steevee's review of Denis Cote's 'VIC + FLO SAW A BEAR'. Seems like most sensible thing for you to do. ** Paul Curran, Hi, Paul. No, I'm ... well, I am swamped, but not so swamped that I can't gild my name and reputation by muscling my way onto your book jacket. I will say hi to Zac. He will no doubt return your hi, but I will report back re: his exact response anyway. The prep is a whole lot, and it's kind of stressful, but it'll get done. The amount of heavy clothing, shoes, etc. we have to find, buy, and bring along to be allowed to set foot onto Antarctica is crazy, but we made our bed. It's snowing in Tokyo?! That's amazing! Wow! ** Sypha, Ah, I didn't read the Ligotti anthology. I should read more of his own stuff first, obviously. ** Misanthrope, Hi. I like that term 'hard-head'. It's kind of poetic, but it also has this nice, dumb cartoon thing. Anyway, even hard heads have inlets and outlets, and I hope the doc locates them. Especially the inlets, obviously. Good old NB. ** That was easy. Return or whatever to Rewritedept's Mark Linkous post, thank you. Two more new posts and live p.s.es from me before you get reruns and preset sentence-long 'fake' p.s.es for a month. Just so you know if you don't know or if you care. See you on Monday.

15 machines: The Laff-Box, Cloaca Professional, Self High Five Machine, Jaquet Droz’ Machine à Ecrire le Temps, Schaufelradbagger 258, Scrambler, my Sparkfun Antimov 2010 contest entry, The Euphonia, Conspiring Machine, The Thread Wrapping Machine, Philip K. Dick android portrait, STYN, Sewing Machine Orchestra, Sweeping Spirals, Machine with Roller Chain

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'The Laff-Box was created by Charles Douglass, a sound engineer for CBS studios in the early 1950's, to enhance the audience response for both radio and television programs. Early on, Mr. Douglass saw the need for sound enhancement to make jokes and other lines more affective in recorded productions. The box seemingly ahead of its time with technology and ingenuity. Is about the size of todays standard dishwasher, with wheels for easy transport and numerous tapes with a keyboard that he used to select certain sounds and laughs. With a foot pedal he could control the length and increase or fade out of the tape recorded laughter.'-- Live Leak






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'What is it? It's a machine you feed normal human food, and it goes through its stomachs and gets shitted out the other end. So how does Cloaca Professional work? In much the same way as we all do. It is fed and maintained at body temperature while food travels through a kind of mechanical and chemical assembly line involving ‘organs’, enzymes necessary for digestion, farting and a smelly solid end product. Cloaca is a work of art that produces works of art.'-- Museum of Old and New Art






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'In her piece Self High Five Machine Deniz Ozuygur examines her grade-school memory of the high five as the ultimate symbol of acceptance and popularity. Having been on the wrong end of too many “missed it!” and “too slow!” high fives, the artist takes the matter into her own hands. Using two rubber casts of her right arm, Ozuygur attempts her own D.I.Y solution. One arm remains static as the other is attached to a motor. The motor rotates at a speed of only one rotation per minute. This cinematic slow-motion effect builds suspense and excitement in the audience.'-- Haier Portable Air Conditioners






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'The Jaquet Droz’ Machine à Ecrire le Temps is a complex structure that artistically shows how complex the innards of a watch could be. In fact, to tell time, a lot of complex machinery has to be involved and this particular Horological machine conveys that complex message in this manner. Machine à écrire le temps apparently was not intended to look like the “Android” or any other common device that is famous right now. It was built as a philosophical contemplation about time itself. It has more than 1,200 watch parts, 84 ball bearings and 50 belts. If you put a sheet of paper at the designated place, it writes the time in pencil, 4 digits at a time.'-- walyou.com






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'Schaufelradbagger 258, the world's largest excavator, is seen working in the Tagebau Hambach, a large open-pit mine in Niederzier and Elsdorf, North-Rhine Westphalia, Germany.'-- collaged






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'With this project, I connected a gas generator and air compressor to buckets of paint and secured them onto the seat of a Scrambler amusement park ride. Once the ride was in motion, paint sprayed out of the seat onto an enormous vinyl tarp placed underneath. The result is a series of 60 x 60 foot Spirograph designs which recorded the hidden patterns created by the ride as it turned.'-- Rosemarie Fiore






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'This is my Sparkfun Antimov 2010 contest entry. It's a teddy bear birthday party. The robot attempts to cut the cake but fails. The clown and bear were supposed to point and laugh at him but it looks like my cheap Chinese servos failed too soon. The robot then shoots the bear with his laser, lighting the bear's hat on fire. He shoots the clown next and then the laser malfunctions, lighting everything else on fire. In the end, the robot kills himself by jumping into the fire on the table.'-- Dennis Brunner






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'The Euphonia consisted of a bizarre-looking head that spoke in a “weird, ghostly monotone” voice and was manipulated with foot pedals and a keyboard. By pumping air with the bellows and manipulating a series of plates, chambers, and other apparatus, including an artificial tongue, the operator could make it speak any European language. It was even able to sing the anthem God Save the Queen. The Euphonia was invented in 1845 by Joseph Faber, a German immigrant. While the Euphonia amazed people, there was resistance to it, perhaps because its ability to imitate a human speaker incited fear of replacement by the machine. It is not that the machine promises eternal speech after the speaker’s death, but rather the death of the speaker in favor of the artificial speech. The Euphonia failed to preserve the human, causing it to fall out of favor and to be replaced by the phonograph, which records and projects the human, and the telephone which transfers and connects the human.'-- collaged






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'Conspiring Machine (2007) is a kinetic sculpture by Norwegian artist Kristoffer Myskja. It appears to be like a classic mechanical music box. The cylinder and cogs are there, and spikes touch levers as the machine does its ‘work’. Levers turn switches, triggering small electronic components to play sounds through two speakers. Each speaker plays combinations of consonants and vowels, in two different voices, giving the impression of conversation between two characters. The consonant-vowel combinations are the most common in every language, so the machine constructs a kind of neutral language. You will perceive it almost as words, but never actually understand what it is talking about.'-- Galleri K






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'The Thread Wrapping Machine is a tool to join different types of material with only a glue-coated thread to bind the objects. No screws or nails are used to join the different components of the furniture. By using this construction method, materials such as wood, steel, or plastic can be joined to form objects and constructed spaces. I wanted to create an externalised joint that would enable me to combine a big range of different materials that normally would require very time-consuming methods of joining them together, and at the same time, to create a decorative pattern formed by the different colours of the thread.'-- Anton Alvarez






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'The android portrait of Philip K. Dick–an intelligent, evolving robotic recreation of the sci-fi writer who authored VALIS, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, UBIK, and many other masterworks. By ressurecting PKD as an android, we seek to realize genius-level AI with compassion and creativity. While we have a long way to go, even the early versions of the robot have made strong leaps forward towards this goal, resulting in an AAAI award for the AI systems, breakthrough abilities in robotic conversations and human-robot interaction, and world renown. The first version was built in 2005 by Hanson Robotics. Unfortunately later that year the robot was lost in transit to a Google Tech Talk, and the project remained dormant for 3 years thereafter.'-- Hanson Robotics






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'Dutch graphic designer Sam van Doorn has modified a pinball machine so that it uses lithographic ink to make prints. Calling his machine STYN, the device makes messy modern art on poster board with six flippers and the ball. van Doorn doesn't call the resulting works art, rather he thinks of them as design pieces which are the product of "fun and play." The modified pinball machine was a part of van Doorn's graduation project. The machine itself will be appearing at different parties where people can use it to make their own designs, but posters are also available for sale in van Doorn's website.'-- theverge.com






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'What can a sewing machine do besides sew? In Sewing Machine Orchestra, Montreal composer Martin Messier sets up his own musical factory with a handful of old Singer sewing machines from the ‘50’s, ‘60’s and ‘70’s. As a new media artist, Messier uses everyday utilitarian objects to create electronic music with an unconventional twist. Rather than focus on one medium in particular, he grounds his practice in experimentation and electro-accoustic music, inviting the spectator to become a sonic explorer. “I’m interested in objects that can be manipulated and which have a sonic potential. When I came across the Singer sewing machine, I realized right away that it had that sonic potential,” says Messier, who is a member of the Montreal digital arts collective Perte de Signal.'-- thecreatorsproject.com






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'Sweeping Spirals is part of series of suspended installations by Canadian artist Jean-Pierre Gauthier in which geometric forms (instants angulaires) break up and reassemble in an unpredictable manner. The work is also related to a set of works the artist created around the theme of house cleaning. In Sweeping Spirals, two brooms situated on the opposite ends of a set of interconnected broomsticks take on the shape of a long spiral. Each spiral segment seems to act on its own and the perfect form is only rarely reestablished. In fact, motors pull strings attached to the joints between the segments, creating jerky movements that manipulate them like a big marionette. Moreover, now and then the brooms rub against the floor and push a bit of debris without ever really collecting it.'-- FILE






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'Like a recycling fountain, Arthur Ganson's Machine with Roller Chain (1996) presents the random play of dribbling, puddling, snaking metal chains. Ganson reveals something of the tinkering-scientific way he works when he tells of his first pass at Machine with Roller Chain. Initially envisioning the lumpy chain falling, blob-like, into the middle of a cradling arc, Ganson said he discovered that a curvature simply caused the chain to "glump to one side and turn around and around. It was completely boring." He decided to bend each side of the arc up into flanges.'-- sculpture.org







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p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Morning. Yeah, very. Oh, fantastic! Your writing on the Robbe-Grillet releases is ours to keep! Excited to dive into that! Everyone, here's a super treat: Mr. Ehrenstein has written on the new releases of six of Alain Robbe-Grillet's amazing films on DVD by the awesome Kino-Lorber. Reading Mr. E. on MR. R-G is imperative, and, if you have the bucks or know somewhere nefarious or something where you can acquire them sans bucks, the films are just as imperative to watch or own. Right here is where you can start your reading. Please do. ** Grant maierhofer, Hi, Grant. The first novel experience is inevitably and complexly strange. That first transference from one's dreams and hopes of what getting your novel-shaped work out there will be like to the realities that come with the uncontrollable nature of readership is rough. It tests your confidence and belief in your talent, etc. big time. The adjustment is weird, but try to remember that your first experience with that isn't the way it will always be. There's a lot of evolution in the writer/reader relationship, and it changes to one degree or another with each book. Great, cool, about you sharing the ... outtakes? I'll try my best to read them before I leave. Everyone, the fine writer and d.l. Grant Maierhofer, author of the first novel 'Persistence of Crows', which was in my year-end faves list, for whatever that's worth, has shared some pieces of it that didn't make the final cut, and I urge you to have a read even if you haven't read the novel itself yet. They're here, as are links to where you can buy the physical book or Kindle version, which I also urge you to take advantage of. You did send me the physical book, and I have it, yes, and thank you! An MFA, cool, why not? A lot better than a whole lot of other alternative occupiers of your time. Great to see you, man. ** Keaton, Hey, man! I not only didn't close my eyes, I had them opened way wide. Very nice stack, or, wait, two new stacks! I think they're just getting increasingly complex and fantastic. Thanks, big kudos! Everyone, we haven't had a new image/text stack from stack master Keaton in a while, and there are two, count them two new ones that are quite a couple of doozies. Take my advice and click this to get past the fuss that I'm making and see what it's about, okay? ** Paul Curran, Hi, Paul. Check your email a little later today. I'll be glad when the prep is over, that's for sure. I saw a bunch of photos of Tokyo's new snow storm yesterday, and it was totally surreal. I hope it's not just ankle soaking muck by now. ** Postitbreakup, Hi, Josh! How awesome to get to see you! I am indeed going to Antarctica. Yeah, how cold it's going to be down there semi-scares the shit out of me, and I'm hoping all this gear and cloth-based stuff I've bought will keep me alive, but, yeah, daunting. You'll get some kind of full report in a month or so assuming my fingers haven't been amputated by then. How are you? ** Sypha, Hi, James. Yes, Jesse leant me a Ligotti book. I still have it, and I started it, but I haven't finished it yet for no good reason. I haven't talked to Jesse in a while. He seems to be in very private mode at the moment. I miss him too, for sure, and I hope he reemerges before too long. 'Crime and Punishment' and Tosh's Sparks book are such a funny combination. That combo turns my thoughts into a haiku or something. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. It's cold here too. Coldish. I like it. Yeah, I guess I'll be in ... Patagonia, the Chilean part, on Valentines Day. Antarctica doesn't start, or, rather, the trip there by ship doesn't start until the 25th. I probably won't even know Valentines Day is happening. Thanks for reading 'TW(XL)'. The publisher still hasn't sent me a copy, grr, so I'm not even sure what font they ended up using. ** Steevee, No, I don't know Selda, but, man, that sounds really, really good. I'll be all over that between my errands and packing today. Thank you! ** _Black_Acrylic, Great about the big success and fun of Yuck 'n Yum's Zine Idol. Congrats to CC. What was it about their proposal that gave them the edge, if you can say? In the meantime, I'll check the gallery on your blog. I'll definitely read Mark 'kpunk' Fisher's piece on the Actress album. He's always worth reading no matter what, I agree. I would love to have that post, Ben. On Tuesday night, I'll be on a plane to Buenos Aires, but, please, if you don't mind a slight delay in its appearance, having that post by you would be great. I'll make it the first post to appear upon my return. I've got nothing set up for the blog post-vacation, and it's going to be hell to catch up, and having your post would be a huge help. Thank you for offering, in any case. ** Torn porter, Hi. Thanks, man. Hey, that's totally incredible and great news about you getting that funding! Whoa, man, very, very sweet. Zac and are angling to shoot our film this summer too if we're really lucky. Anyway, congrats to you all over the place! ** Creative Massacre, Hi, Misty! That procedure sounds completely weird. Kind of interesting too. But the face numbing sounds really spooky. I'm getting eerie face numbness symptoms even imagining it. So I'll stop imagining it, ha ha. I'm really glad you're over that and becoming yourself again. Thanks for the good wishes about the Antarctica trip. It should be as memorable as things can get, I would think. Love, me. ** Misanthrope, Hey, George. Nice B.I.G. quote. Sweet. NB is a class guy. I wish he was still around here, but class guys like him know what they're doing. Last week of May for your invasion, eh? I'll do my utmost to be here, and I'm pretty damned sure I will be. Paris is saintly. Can't speak for London. ** Rewritedept, Thanks so much for holding down the weekend here so wisely and masterfully, Chris! Trip prep is ... I can't say going well, or maybe I can. It's happening. It's far from finished, but it'll get done, I guess. Zac will be the man with the camera on the trip, and I'll try to borrow some of his shots for some kind of trip report. Good news about your job's transformation into something more financially lucrative. And about the gig prep's success. And re: the nice party. My weekend was good, crazed. Trip prep. Writing. I got to hang out for a little while with Gaspar Noe, and that was awesome. I hope your Monday is as good as mine. Hopefully it'll be a lot better. I'm in stress mode. My days suffer accordingly. ** Bill, Hi, B. Yeah, Antarctica, wild and intense, yikes. Should be something to talk about here when I get back, for sure. What's on your agenda today, tomorrow, this month? ** Okay. Your second to last new post for a while concerns some machines of note. Note them, if you will. And I will see you tomorrow.

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p.s. Hey. First, sorry for saying goodbye by making this page take ages to load if it ever does. Going out with a bang, or with the opposite of a bang? Anyway, tonight I fly to Argentina, whereupon my dear friend Zac and I will spent about two weeks there and in Chile, mostly in the realm marked off as Patagonia, and then, for the following about two weeks, we'll be either on Antarctica or on a ship traveling to and fro. Between tomorrow and the 25th, the blog will give you rerun posts plus three newbies and short daily p.s.es containing my preprogrammed greetings and post intros. If I get the chance along the way to pop in long enough to catch up with the accumulated comments via a fresh p.s., I will. You know what that's like. Then, from the 26th until my return to Paris and to daily posts with full-fledged p.s.es on March 12th, the blog will go still, i.e. no posts. I decided that since, as far as I can tell, I'll have no working phone and the tiniest if any internet access during the Antarctica phase of the trip, the blog should mirror my real life condition. Poetic justice or something? I don't know. But that's the long and short of how the blog will be working and/or not working for the next month. I hope everything goes okay and even much better than okay with you guys while I'm gone. I hope you'll keep looking at the blog while it's still active. I hope you'll leave comments during that time so I can look in from afar to see what you're up to and how you're doing and etc. Yeah, I guess that's the story. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. Oh, no interruption. I'm just doing my last errand running and packing and stuff today. I'll definitely have a good time, and I will do my utmost to stay safe, thank you. Glad you liked the machines post. Coincidentally or whatever, I finally got some copies of 'The Weaklings (XL)' in the mail yesterday. It looks nice. I don't mind the font, I guess. But it's always hard to gauge that kind of stuff when you're on the inside looking out. Take good care! ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. I did Tinguely here a while back, so I thought I would go for the lesser knowns. He's great, though, duh. Really, really nice text on Robbe-Grillet. Kudos! And take very great care of yourself for the next four weeks, please.  ** Sypha, Hi, James. Ah, yes, the Digesting Duck. I wish I'd remembered and included that. Cool. Sparks are one of the all-time greatest bands, if you ask me. Lots and lots and lots to discover and to be blown away by there, if it strikes your fancy. You're reading the Harry Potter books? Hm, heck, why not. I hope this coming month is productive and gives you the best possible health. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. From what you wrote, I can totally see why they won, yes. Their enthusiasm is infectious even though your text. Cool. Thank you so, so much for doing the Father Ted post. I really appreciate it, man. Take the best of care until we next lock our fingertips/words. ** Steevee, Hi, Steve. I hope it's just a cold. In fact, I hope it's not even a cold. Take good care of that, and keep yourself happy for the next while, okay? ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff. Trip preparations are almost set. A few more things. The stress is getting overcome by excitement, which has to be a good sign. Yeah, there should be a lot to tell about when I get back. Yikes. After I parted ways with Gaspar Noe, I symbolically kicked myself for forgetting to ask him about 'The Golden Windows'. He didn't mention it, which might mean something. He talked vaguely about a film he wants to make that will have a lot of sex in it, but that's pretty much all he said. And he has co-written a script with his girlfriend, the filmmaker Lucile Hadžihalilović, who made the very interesting movie 'Innocence', and who was hanging out with us too, that she's going to direct. I haven't read his interview with Matthew Barney yet. Curious to see that new Barney opus. There was an exhibition here recently of Barney's notes and drawings and moquettes and so on re: that Mailer film, and it looked promising based on the stuff. Thanks, Jeff. I hope everything goes splendidly for you during this coming month, and I'll be excited to catch up. ** Tender prey, Hi, Marc! Thanks for coming by to say adios. I didn't know about that Delvoye piece before I put together the post either, and, yes, jeez is the word. Awesome about the German solo show! Thanks for the link. The image they used is gorgeous! Everyone, should you by chance be in or near Heppenheim, Germany between March 7th and April 4th, do, oh, truly, do get yourself to Kunstverein Heppenheim where you'll be able to see a solo exhibition of the paintings of the amazing artist Marc Hulson aka d.l. tender prey. Here's some info about it plus a beautiful representative painting. Oh, no problem, it's totally okay about the post taking longer. Whenever you guys have it ready, I'll be thrilled to bits. Thanks about the trip. Yeah, it should be insane and amazing, and I'll clue you in as best I can when I return. Really great luck with the work and prep for your show, and take really good care while I'm far, far away. ** Kyler, Hi, Kyler. Thanks for the bon voyage, man. I'll miss you guys too. I hope Mercury Retrograde passes without a hitch, for us both, and I look forward to us being fellow whirlwinds by the next I get to see you. ** Misanthrope, Hi, G. Okay, London is vouched for. You're its voucher, and that's good enough for me, obviously. Ha ha, you know, if I wasn't terrified to death of heights, and particularly of interstellar heights, and if Zac and I had just a wee bit more money in our bank accounts, the moon might well be a trip plan. But we're talking maybe an Iceland/Greenland combo after we finish our film, which is going to keep us mostly if not entirely in Paris for a while. Keep yourself fit, happy, writing, and every other great possible thing this month, okay? ** Paul Curran, Hi, Paul. Oh, good, I'm so glad you like it and that it's okay. I can indeed imagine their super-efficiency at putting the snow behind them. That's something I wish I could see as much as I wish I could have seen the snow itself. Thanks for the bon voyage. Have the best possible time on your trip, and let's compare our bottom of the earth notes when we're both back in our respective easy chairs. ** Keaton, Hey. No, thank you. You're too kind, if anyone. Cool, cool, cool about you being ready to go, writing-wise. Yes! Thanks, I'll try to have a great time. Seems awfully likely. You too in your hood. Paris/you in May? Sweet. Stay amazing for at least the next four weeks, please? ** Postitbreakup, Hi, Josh! Yeah, for the Antarctica thing, we'll have a guide or guides. It's pretty organized. You have to sign up for different excursions in advance. We asked if it's going to be possible for us to go off on our own, and they were, like, 'No, absolutely not'. Basically, you're not allowed to leave the guides' eyesight at any time. Should be pretty safe. I don't think eating is going to be the highlight of that part of the trip, that's for sure. Lots of bread and cheese and potatoes, I reckon. Considering all the heavy clothing I had to buy before they will even allow me to get on the ship, I think the whales' blubber will be safe. Yep, this is bon voyage for a bit. I mean, I might check in with a p.s. while we're in Patagonia, I don't know yet. But, no matter what, ... well, 'no matter what' excluding death or brain damage or something ... we'll say hello in the month. Stay fantastic until then, promise? ** Rewritedept, That's funny, I was really busy yesterday too. But I was giving other people decent sales rather than getting any. Sounds fun: the drinks, the meet-up, the overly made up employee. I only vaguely remember 'Almost Famous', but the vagueness feels warm. It's hard for me to read fiction on a plane. I almost never do. No concentration. So, I'll watch blockbuster after blockbuster probably, and read magazines when I'm not doing that. That's my prediction. It's a 12 fucking hour over-fucking-night flight. It and the jet lag are going to be hell. That's my prediction. Blog days to post upon my returns would so, so nice of you. Thank you! And, yeah, have a blast while I'm away, and stay healthy and safe and sane and all that positive kind of stuff. Love, me. ** That's it. All right, enjoy the segmented water thing up there if you can manage to get the page loaded and all the gifs to do their motion-based things. If I can do a p.s. or two in the next couple of weeks, I will. In any case, yeah, be good, stay good, do good, and let's agree to meet up back here on March 12th if not before. Deal?

Rerun: Thomas Moronic presents ... A beginners guide to Kill Rock Stars (orig. 01/21/08)

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Kill Rock Stars is an independent record label founded in 1991 by Slim Moon and based in Olympia, Washington, United States. The label has released a variety of work in different genres, making it difficult to pigeonhole as having any one artistic mission. Overall, though, the political sensibilities of the label can be said to be leftist, feminist and anti-war and the label has consistently shown a commitment towards underground punk bands and to representing artists in the Olympia, Washington area.

Moon initially started the label with the intention of releasing spoken word 7” record singles. KRS-101 (the label's first release) was in fact a split 7" spoken-word record with Kathleen Hanna and Slim Moon; other "Wordcore" releases followed. The first major release was a compilation of Olympia-area bands simply titled Kill Rock Stars (Stars Kill Rock and Rock Stars Kill would follow in the same compilation series) and featured Bikini Kill, Bratmobile, Unwound, Nirvana and The Melvins. In fact, Moon has said that the label began releasing music because Bikini Kill, Bratmobile and Unwound were too exciting to remain unsigned.

Although the label's music has never reflected just a single genre or underground music movement, it is arguably most notable for releasing the work of various riot grrrl bands during the mid-'90s, some of which, especially the aforementioned Bikini Kill, generated a good deal of press attention. Other KRS releases in this genre includes albums by Bratmobile, Huggy Bear, Heavens to Betsy and Excuse 17. The label continued its tradition of spoken word by releasing their first full-length spoken word LP Big Broad by Juliana Lueking in 1995. This was also the year that Elliott Smith released his self-titled solo LP on the label. Another milestone was the 1997 release of Sleater-Kinney's third LP (and first on KRS) Dig Me Out, which garnered national press attention in Spin and Rolling Stone magazines.

Wikipedia

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Important faces

Slim Moon: Kill Rock Stars founder. Worked at the label until October 2006.

Tobi Vail: Musician, zinester. Has worked at Kill Rock Stars since 1997. Runs mail order, newsletters etc.



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Kill Rock Stars – An oral history



Slim Moon (on releasing the first Kill Rock Stars 7” single): In January, 1991, I was living with Greg Babior and i bought some watercolor paints and made a painting on the back of a Pontiac Brothers poster, a bunch of sweeping lines of color, a few splashes and a few words, the most prominent being "kill rock stars". This was about the same time as when i spraypainted "Zap 'em back with superlove" on a big piece of plywood for a spoken word performance. When I applied for a business license I felt pressed to come up with a name. That poster was on my wall and it seemed like a good idea (especially since the first poem on the first record is called "Rock Star".)



(On releasing the first Kill Rock Stars compilation) One night, I decided that a compilation of all the good bands in Olympia would sell pretty good if I could get it out by the IPU convention (August 1991). Later that night I talked myself out of it. The next morning Calvin called and said "So are you doing this compilation or what?"

(On releasing the first Unwound single) In 1991, Giant Henry's last show was just about the funnest party/show I've ever been to. For the last song, they played their smash hit "Chris Jordan" for about half an hour. Eventually one of them got up and walked off but the other two kept playing. A member of the audience grabbed the unused instrument and joined in. After a while, all the members of the band had left but the song was still being played. It seemed like it went on for hours. The reason Giant Henry broke up was because Brandt wanted to quit. Later, the same three guys started a new band with all new songs. They called themselves "Cygnus X-1" (or something like that) before settling on Unwound. Their first show was incredible. All I could think was "These guys are ready already to make records, but nobody is gonna put out their records for years. It's a damned shame."

(On releasing the first Bikini Kill record) When Bikini Kill told me that they wanted me to put out their record, I wasn't sure I was ready. I had a secret fantasy of building a record label, but I thought it would take like three years before I had something to offer to a big band. So I was floored when they asked me because it was way ahead of my schedule of how things would go. But they felt they could trust me because I was their friend. It was super exciting. I didn't know that they were going to get in this vortex of riot grrl popularity with national press and everything. But I knew they were a really exciting band.

(On releasing the first Heavens to Betsy record) Heavens to Betsy was my favorite unexpected thing from the IPU convention. When Corin sang "My Red Self" from behind the drumset, she was so young and earnest, and her voice was so big, and the song was so powerful. It really moved me. When the opportunity came to reissue the Kill Rock Stars compilation on CD, it seemed like a shame to waste the extra space that a CD has, so we put some bonus tracks on there of bands that played IPU that I didn't really even know about before the convention. This was my first contact with H2B and Corin Tucker.



(On releasing the first Elliott Smith record) Slim Moon: In 1994, I had been asked to be on this five-person solo-act tour called Pop Chord with Tammy Watson, Carrie Akre, Sean Croghan and Elliott Smith. The first night at the Crocodile in Seattle, I didn't pay too much attention and people talked all thru Elliott's set. Sean said during his set that it was too bad nobody listened to Elliott Smith - that they were all really missing out. The next night I listened very closely to Elliott's set. I went out to the van and listened to his CD for the rest of the night until the show was over. I watched his set very carefully every time after that, rest assured.



(On working with Sleater Kinney) With Sleater-Kinney, everything became more than the sum of parts. From the very beginning, Corin's voice and songwriting were very moving to me. Even from the time I saw Heavens to Betsy at the IPU. And it turned out that she and Carrie were mature, grown up, reasonable people to work with. It was really refreshing.

(On working with Mike “Sport” Murphy) There is some stuff that I put out because it just makes sense. It might not be my favorite, but it makes sense. Then sometimes I insist that we put out something like Sport Murphy, which doesn't make sense at all. I'm moved by music that is personal and autobiographical and kinda corny.

Lois Maffeo: I dubbed Slim a tape of some band or lecture or something onto a cassette of demos that I had done with my friend Brendan in Washington, D.C. The next time I saw him he said, "Cool tape, but what's all that Lois stuff on the other side?" I told him it was just some odds and ends that Brendan and I had come up with in basement recording sessions. His next remark was, "Well...if you think you wanna put it out...."

Justin Trosper: It has been interesting to see the label evolve from a sort of project to one of the biggest independents around. It's pretty cool. 

Sara Lund: There've been good times and bad times. The best part [of being on Kill Rock Stars] is that we're all friends and have been since day one. We were the first band on that label and have grown along with them.

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In no order whatsoever – 10 of my personal favourite Kill Rock Stars releases

Elliott Smith – Either/Or


Comet Gain – City Fallen Leaves


Erase Errata – At Crystal Palacee


Bikini Kill – Pussy Whipped


Huggy Bear – Taking the Rough with the Smooch


Shoplifting – Shoplifting EP


Sleater Kinney – Dig Me Out


Xiu Xiu – Knife Play


Gossip – Standing in the Way of Control


Hella –Hold Your Horse Is


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Watch/Listen

Tobi Vail discusses Bikini Kill:


Sleater Kinney – Entertain:


Elliott Smith – Angeles:


The Decemberists – Sixteen Military Wives:


Hella – interview and live footage:


Xiu Xiu – The Fox and the Rabbit:


Huggy Bear – Her Jazz:


Comet Gain – Fists In The Pocket:


Julie Ruin – Aerobicide:



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p.s. Hey. Welcome to the first rerun of the current and upcoming spate, this one an instructive and excellent rundown of the important label and music arbiter Kill Rock Stars courtesy of d.l. Thomas Moronic. Enjoy. I'm spending my first morning in Buenos Aires where I can only imagine I'm very jet-lagged and probably no small degree of dazzled too.

Rerun: Bridget Riley, Tightly Wound God of Op (orig. 01/30/08)

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Bridget Riley (b. 1931) is a well-known British artist celebrated since the mid-1960s for her distinctive, optically vibrant paintings. Along with Victor Vasarley, she is one the pioneers of the genre of art that later became known “Op Art.” She explores optical phenomena and juxtaposes color either by using a chromatic technique of identifiable hues or by selecting achromatic colors (black, white or gray). In doing so, her work appears to flicker, pulsate and move, encouraging the viewer’s visual tension. Riley’s vibrant optical pattern paintings, which she painted in the 1960s, were hugely popular and become a hallmark of the period. “The uncertainties of a drawn structure increase when it is composed of similar, repeated elements," Riley has said. "Because they are small and compacted, these elements begin to fuse while they are easy to separate when they are big.” In the mid-60s, Riley spent two years copying Seurat’s painting, Bridge of Courbevoie, to learn about his painting technique and his use of complementary colors. She describes the process as “being a revelation to her” with regard to color's secret relationship to the hues of black and white. Soon after, in 1966, Riley begins to use color as well as black and white to achieve new optical effects.

In the early 1960s, her works were said to induce sensations in viewers as varied as seasickness and sky diving. Works in this style comprised her first solo show in London in 1962 as well as numerous subsequent shows. Visually, these works relate to many concerns of the period: a perceived need for audience participation (this relates them to the Happenings, for which the period is famous), challenges to the notion of the mind-body duality which led some people to experiment with hallucinogenic drugs; concerns with a tension between a scientific future which might be very beneficial or might lead to a nuclear war; and fears about the loss of genuine individual experience in a Brave New World. In 1965, Riley exhibited in the New York City show, The Responsive Eye, the exhibition which first drew attention to so-called Op art. One of her paintings was reproduced on the cover of the show's catalogue, though Riley later became disillusioned with the movement, and expressed regret that her work was exploited for commercial purposes.






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'When Samuel Beckett was a young name in the early Thirties and trying to find a basis from which he could develop, he wrote an essay known as Beckett/Proust in which he examined Proust's views of creative work; and he quotes Proust's artistic credo as declared in Time Regained - "the tasks and duties of a writer [not an artist, a writer] are those of a translator". This could also be said of a composer, a painter or anyone practising an artistic metier. An artist is someone with a text which he or she wants to decipher.

'Beckett interprets Proust as being convinced that such a text cannot be created or invented but only discovered within the artist himself, and that it is, as it were, almost a law of his own nature. It is his most precious possession, and, as Proust explains, the source of his innermost happiness. However, as can be seen from the practice of the great artists, although the text may be strong and durable and able to support a lifetime's work, it cannot be taken for granted and there is no guarantee of permanent possession.

'It may be mislaid or even lost, and retrieval is very difficult. It may lie dormant and be discovered late in life after a long struggle, as with Mondrian or Proust himself. Why it should be that some people have this sort of text while others do not, and what 'meaning' it has, is not something which lends itself to argument. Nor is it up to the artist to decide how important it is, or what value it has for other people. To ascertain this is perhaps beyond even the capacities of his own time.'

Audio: Five excerpts from a 1988 BBC interview with Bridget Riley






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10 things she's made ...



Intake (1964)


Blaze 1 (1962)


Blue (1968)


Hesitate (1963)


Cataract 3 (1967)


Fall (1964)


Ad Code 1 (1962)


Movement in Squares (1963)


Untitled (1966)


Loss (1964)



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10 things in which she resonates ...



Jim Isermann


Peter Schuyff


Stoner Lounge


Christopher Wool


Op Art Handball


Peter Halley


Bridget Riley Breakdown


Youri Messen-Jaschin


Linda Besemer


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p.s. Hey. Please welcome back this old post about the painting maestro Bridget Riley in whatever way you like. Thank you. You guys still good?

James Nulick presents ... Jerome

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Winter 2002. My first relationship was in the toilet. I vowed to stay inside the house. I would assess things as they were, without blinders. I grew lonely after eight months. The flesh holds sway over the body when one is in their early thirties. I went to a dark bar to be among my kind, a shrill and glittery lot. I despised them. The old ones were trolls. The young ones gathered together and clucked like spurned women. I didn’t fit the mold. I liked rock and roll. I wore drab clothes. I didn’t own a single Barbra Streisand record. I stood on the sidelines with a beer in my hand. I shooed away the antiques and watched the young ones create drama. I hated my kind and dreamed of being young, straight and single.


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My first relationship went south. He was a short muscular Latino. He was built like a linebacker. Things started out well, but some people just aren’t meant to be together. We both had our faults. Square pegs and round holes, as it were. It took me six years to figure it out. He toyed with meth. He spent late nights with the wrong crowd. He became addicted. He became angry. He hit me. I had always believed a person could never hurt or harm someone they claimed to love. The day he hit me is the day our love died.


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I stayed away from bars for eight months. I didn’t want to see faces that would remind me of R—, would ask me how R— was doing, what had happened between us, etc. I didn’t want to answer such questions. They were questions without answers, and they solved nothing.


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In high school people called me faggot. I couldn’t blame them. I didn’t like faggots either. I was sixteen when my father took me aside and asked if I was queer. I lied and said no. It was a tough question for a sixteen year old. There was a hint of disgust in his tone. I’d dated a few girls in high school but it always felt like a lie. The eternal impostor, I often did things simply to throw people off. I'd wear an Iron Maiden shirt on Monday and a Duran Duran shirt on Tuesday. I didn't want people figuring me out. I didn’t like explaining myself. I had friends, but my friends tended to ignore the insults whispered behind my back. I pretended not to hear them just like they did. When my father asked if I was queer I resented the question for what it meant as much as I resented him for trying to figure me out. I didn't ask others what they were. I may have formed opinions but I never spoke them aloud. With queers I didn't have to presume. I knew what they were and they knew what I was.


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After R— I wanted to be away from the bickering and the drama of queer bars. The loneliness was suffocating. The need to be around others like me became so powerful I found myself staring at the clock on Saturday evenings. I turned on the television. I played the stereo. I drank until the room swam. I stretched out on the couch until Sunday morning came along. I did this for eight months.


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Loneliness kills. I opened the door and walked into the night. I’d been away from the bar scene for eight months. It was still the same old drama, the same tired old queens zipping around young meth-head party boys like hungry mosquitoes. I was about to leave when a face in the crowd approached. It was Jerome. I’d met him through R—. He was a friend from R—‘s hometown. They were mutual transplants who occasionally got together to wreak havoc. I didn’t think I’d see you here. It’s been a long time, I said. I’ve been a little gun-shy after R—. I understand. He had a beer in his hand, which I found comforting. Had it been a daiquiri or some such nonsense I would’ve said hello and moved on. We had a few more beers. We decided to duck out before last call. Follow me home, he said. It sounded like a command. His taillights glared like angry jewels against my cracked windshield.


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His apartment was sparsely furnished. A small dining table, two chairs. A one by twelve laid over two cinder blocks served as a coffee table. A print of a black jaguar hung over a black velveteen sofa. A small television sat on a milk crate. It was an off-brand I’d never heard of. Home sweet home, he said. He laughed.


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Jerome was a petite Black man. He stood five six and weighed 120 pounds. He was four years younger than me, which still qualified him as old in the queer world. If he was old at twenty-eight, I was ancient, a mantique. I was heavier than I am now. This counted as two strikes. I was almost out. Was Jerome lonely? Desperate? Did he want what was off-limits eight months earlier? I stood in his kitchen as he pulled a drawer open. A glass pipe, a Ziploc baggy and a lighter were nestled together in a cigar box. Jerome gingerly held the pipe in his hand. A wad of copper wool was bunched at one end. He opened the Ziploc, pinched a few rocks into the end of the glass tube and put the pipe to his lips. I’d had such a pipe in my mouth once before. I vowed I would never do it again. The memories of my brother’s apartment came rushing back. I looked into Jerome’s sink, trying to find an answer. Wanna hit this, he said. The pipe was warm as a lover’s fingers on a winter night. I took the pipe from Jerome. I held a lighter in my other hand. The wool lulled me with its song as the smoke curled its fingers around my brain. Jerome groped my crotch. It was hopeless. There was no going back now.


###


We smoked crack in Jerome’s kitchen until it was gone. I was hyperaware of the time. The clock on the kitchen wall hummed and flatlined somewhere around 3 a.m. Its black hands mocked me. Where did I have to go? Who did I have to go home to? R— moved back to Albuquerque after we broke up. There are reasons why it is called a break-up. All the reasons are true.


###


Our relationship ended violently. He hit me in a meth-induced rage. His closed fists opened my lip. I punched back. I was no match for his squat muscularity, his football player’s body. Police were called, photographs were taken. I obtained an order of protection. Our stuff, what little we had, was categorized and divided. A cousin came and retrieved his things. I moved out of the apartment. I went to the hospital. My skull was x-rayed. To check for orbital trauma, my doctor said. The imaging center gave me the films in a large envelope. Take these to your doctor, the attending said. The appointment with my doctor was on a Friday. I looked at the films beforehand. I saw death in black and white, my legal name in the upper right hand corner. No visible damage, my doctor said. May I keep them? Of course, he said. It’s your skull.


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A saint forgives, a fool forgets. I am neither. I have forgiven but I have not forgotten. When I was twenty-one I smoked crack with my brother. I managed to escape with my life. Eleven years later, barely into my thirties, I smoked crack with Jerome. I was not so lucky the second time. The gods looked down upon me and marked my body with the sign of The Beast.


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We made our way to the bedroom, stripped off our clothes and disappeared into a crack-induced haze. I emerged six hours later, slipping quietly into the courtyard of the Valencia Gardens apartments. My head ached, my jaw felt numb. My teeth were seated in my gums but I couldn’t feel them. Was I supposed to?


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Two days later I developed a rash on the right side of my groin. The rash resembled heat bumps. It was about the size of a silver dollar, nestled in the fold near my testicles. Did this kid have crabs? Herpes? I hadn’t had either, so I wasn’t sure what to look for. I’d always kept my body puritanically clean. On the third day I came down with a fever so severe I could barely walk. I called my father. He came to my apartment. He drove me home and placed me in the guest bedroom I’d once shared with paper sister 1965. It felt like home. Noise hurt, light was excruciating. I couldn’t hold water down. I drank orange Pedialyte, the most disgusting substance on Earth. Paper sister 1965 brought multi-flavored Popsicles. I wanted to enjoy them for her sake but could not. Toward the evening of the third day I was vomiting so violently my stomach had nothing left to offer but green bile. My father called 911. I didn’t want to cause a fuss. Men were suddenly in the bedroom asking questions I didn’t know how to answer. I was moved onto a gurney. I was transferred into the back of an ambulance. I arrived at the doors of the hospital I was born in. Hakuna matata, all that circle of life shit. Would I die in the same hospital? The doctors looked at my chart, laughed at me. This kid doesn’t get out much.


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I had a temperature of 102. This wasn’t good. I was subjected to allergy tests. A lumbar puncture was administered to test for spinal meningitis. A nurse held my right hand. Another nurse held my left. Shortly after the puncture I vomited into a beige kidney-shaped pan. There were too many nurses and too many doctors to count. Are you experiencing any pain? Yes, I said. I was given morphine. A narcotic halo softly caressed the top of my scalp. The hospital light dimmed to a pinpoint. All was well.


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When I awoke a strange man was hovering over me. It was my attending ER doctor. He held an aluminum clipboard in one hand. He was greying, handsome, mid-forties. Was this heaven? If so, heaven smelled of piss and rubbing alcohol. I have a few questions to ask, he said. Try to answer them as best you can.


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Have you recently engaged in any dangerous activity? Not that I’m aware of. Have you recently ingested, smoked or injected any illegal substances? How to answer? Yes. What was it? I smoked cocaine with a friend about three days ago. Have you recently engaged in any unprotected sex? I scanned the room quickly. It was only me and the doctor. A curtain separated me from the poor sap in the next bed. Yes. How long ago? About three days ago. Was this the same person you smoked cocaine with? Yes. The doctor wrote something on his clipboard, flipped a page over and wrote something else. Would my insurance be notified? The doctor placed a hand on my arm. This looks strongly like seroconversion. I’ll have to run a few more tests. Zero conversion? What was he saying? In the thirty-two years I’d been alive I’d amounted to nothing? I don’t understand, I said. Seroconversion, he repeated. I believe you’re HIV positive. A nurse came into the room. She stayed with me. She asked if I was in pain. I said yes. I was given more morphine. I drifted off. I did not dream.


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I recommend your primary care physician refer you to a specialist from this point forward. I don’t understand. I thought it took years to show signs of exposure to HIV? This can really happen in three days? Absolutely, he said. Different people respond to the disease differently. For some, symptoms of exposure may take two to four weeks. Others may take a month or more. In your case, you exhibited symptoms after three days. It’s not unusual.


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My primary care physician gave me the name of an HIV specialist. I didn’t want a new doctor. She said it was necessary. We said goodbye. My new doctor was a bit of a mother hen. He nagged me about my alcohol and drug abuse. He said unprotected sex was a big no-no. Was he my doctor or my coach? I was tested for HIV in his office. The test came back negative. This doesn’t mean anything, he said. It could be a false negative. I was exposed to the virus in November 2002. My new doctor wanted to see me in three months. He would draw my blood and test it again. Come see me in February, he said. If anything unusual happens between now and then, give me a call.


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I called R— a few weeks after I was exposed to HIV. We exchanged a few noncommittal sentences. I asked him how much he knew about Jerome. I think I might be HIV positive, I said. Is Jerome sick? You slept with Jerome, he asked. Yes. I was drunk. It was stupid. Silence. Was he gloating? Jerome’s been positive for five years, he said. How come you never told me? You never asked, he said. Why would I? I didn’t think it was important. His voice was rising. He turned the phone away from his face. Mom, _____ is HIV positive!


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I was angry with Jerome. I thought of my father’s .38 Special, the one he had given to me for protection. It sat in the top drawer of my nightstand. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to shoot him in the face. What did I care about a prison sentence, the death penalty? I was already dead. I was in a daze for weeks. I walked the walk of a dead man. Food was tasteless. Masturbation lost its hold over me. I was free at last. Should I bother paying my bills? The anger stayed with me for months. I called my father. What should I do? You’ve got to let that anger go, Son. It’s not hurting anyone but you. I’d like to kill that motherfucker. I know. But you can’t.


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I saw the mother hen in early February. He drew my blood. He ran some tests. I’ll call once the test results come back. It could take a few weeks.


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It took eight days. You’re HIV positive, he said. I’m sorry. He said this over the phone. The words punched me in the gut. I’m not going to put you on any antiretroviral medication for now. Come see me again in May. We’ll test your blood and look at your numbers. He explained what my numbers meant. Sometimes they would be in the low six hundreds. Sometimes they would be in the high four hundreds. The doctor visits were always the same. Blood draw. Testing. Waiting. Results. We would perform the dance four times a year. I got to know Dr. Mother Hen very well. The mood swings, the finger-shaking, the rare moments when a smile appeared from nowhere. He was in his late forties but already his head was a shock of white hair. My numbers dropped significantly in my fifth year. You need to begin antiretroviral therapy, he said. It will take some getting used to. Your body will rebel, but you’ll be fine.


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When Thomas Bernhard received a minor award for literature in 1968 he said Everything is ridiculous, when one thinks of Death. To the winds bearing down upon us death is meaningless, and the truth is ultimately unknowable. I felt an animal sadness. I would die as each of us do, knowing very little of myself. Loved ones would forget the shape of my name on their lips, the classic monosyllabic simplicity of it. I tried finding sugar in the salt. Very few men know how they will die. I would. It would begin with a simple cough, a sneeze. Someone would firmly plant their head cold into my lungs. There would be a trip to the hospital in a speeding ambulance. There would be tests and IVs, curtains drawn as nurses smiled down upon me benevolently. I would catch up on shows I hadn’t seen since childhood. The Price is Right. The Young and the Restless. I would stop eating. Hospice would be discussed. Eventually I would slip into a coma. Death would come in the early morning hours as the world yawned. I would be unplugged, archived, and rolled downstairs with the others. I would hold congress with the dead. We would swap war stories. We would laugh at the living. Stupid fucks, we’d say.


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I’m dying. Such a simple sentence, but it contains worlds. HIV positive, late stage. Your CD4 count is below 200, my doctor said. This is a tipping point. A T-cell count below 200 is classified as AIDS. Very rarely does the body recover from such an event. French mathematician Rene Thom defined catastrophe theory as the value of the parameter in which the set of equilibria abruptly change.* Simply put, I’m SOL.

*Wikipedia


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My face is gaunt. I’m down to 142 pounds. Don't bury me just yet. I’ve had good times. I’ve scaled peach trees, their blossoms pink explosions in late spring. I’ve caught honeybees in Gerber jars. I stared at my captives for hours, fascinated by their simple beauty. I’ve raised pigeons in plywood cages. I learned their language and stood among them as they bobbed their heads indifferently. I had a new bike under the tree on my tenth Christmas. I’ve known the joy of scaling trees taller than a house, jumping from a roof and landing on my feet without a scratch. I kissed a girl for the first time when I was eight years old. I can still recall her face, her name. When I am dead all this will be gone.


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When I was young my belly was hard and smooth as a dinner plate. It now beckons the knife. My legs have lost their shopping cart definition. My irises were once a crisp brown, the seeing but unseeing eyes of Kafka. Shadows move across them. My lazy eye has grown lazier. My energy level is down. This is a side-effect of the HIV. My doctor says I can take testosterone replacement therapy. I don’t see the point. Sexual escapades are for young people. I now prefer silence, the stillness of a dark room. I see beauty in peach blossoms and overgrown backyards. An old wooden garage in an abandoned corner of the backyard provides consolation difficult to find elsewhere. Sitting in a dark bar in the afternoon makes me realize how much I miss my father. See the world while you’re young, he said. Never pass on a piece of ass. Maybe he was onto something. I should’ve been a better listener.


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My beloved’s eyes are deep green. I will take the memory of them to the grave. My oldest possession is a green Goody comb. I’ve had it since I was a boy. I carried it in my back pocket. It eventually rubbed an impression through the back pocket of my jeans. It was a ghost comb. It lived on in the fabric, wash after wash.


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I have lived a year longer than my beloved Kafka. I only wish for one last thing – a quick and painless death. It is the wish of every man who has come before me. It will be the wish of those to come after.



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Our species is doomed. Who will light a candle for us when we are gone? The planet, free at last, will flourish once again. In a few hundred years all traces of humanity will be wiped from the Earth. Only our empty transmissions will remain, hurtling through space, reaching distant stars long after the artificial light of human intelligence has been extinguished. The boat is filling quickly, but things have a way of leveling out. Those who drowned did so because they needed to. Those who survive shall bear witness. Things come and go, people forget. Time passes over us like a cleansing wave. The beauty of time, if there is such a thing, is that it erases everything. Only when we are erased do we become fully complete. Annihilation is completion. Nothing that was alive ever truly dies. It changes shape, becomes something else. Traces of us remain in the fragments. This is called memory.


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Some men live their lives in the light. They perform actions so that others might see them and, in turn, congratulate them. Some men feel they don’t exist if they are not recognized by others. They haven’t learned how to live with silence. My accomplishments are tucked away in a drawer I never open. When I hear men puffing up their insecurities, I turn away. When I see men compartmentalize nature’s secrets, I pray for destruction. I am the Angel of Death. I look out my hotel window much like the figure in George Grosz’ painting titled I Am Glad I Came Back. The light of the world shines upon the living dead. I prefer the darkness.







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p.s. Hey. Let me interrupt the reruns to introduce this excellent new post from the superb writer and d.l. James (Nulick) featuring an excerpt from his newly completed new novel. It's a powerful piece of work, and, in fact, the blog is going to give you an unusual three-day weekend to read and savor and hopefully respond to it. Kind of a Valentines Day gift to you guys, you might say. Please do spend time with it, and talk to James, thank you. And the blog will be back with yet another new post for you on Monday.

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Rate night 300 Euros




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p.s. Hey. Mid-month means escorts, as always, whether I'm here in person or not. And there you go. If you're curious, Zac and I should be spending our second day in Patagonia today, more specifically in or near Puerto Natales, Chile. I would imagine we're having a great time. I would imagine that I will tell you if we were having a great time or not for sure in the near future. Tomorrow, back to the reruns.

Rerun: Variety asked John Waters * these questions and then I asked myself these questions ** and now I'm asking you (orig. 02/06/08)

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** Find my answers down below


Last book I bought:

Book I'm reading:

Total number of books I own:

Five books that mean a lot to me:

Last Film I saw:

Last DVD I bought:

Total number of films I own:

Five films that mean a lot to me:

Stereo or iPod:

Last CD or song I bought:

Song currently playing:

Five songs that mean a lot to me:

Favorite bottle of wine:

Favorite charity:

Favorite vacation:

Favorite vice:

Five people whom I'd like to see answer this survey:



**  (1) Harmony Korine & Christopher Wool Pass the Bitch Chicken
(2) James McCourt
Now Voyagers
(3) A wild guess since they're halfway across the world: +/-800
(4) Ron Koertge
The Father Poems; Alice Notley How Spring Comes; Joe Brainard New Work; James Tate Absences; Kenward Elmslie Girl Machine
(5) Eric Rohmer 
Perceval le Gallois
(6) Terence Malick
The New World
(7) Not counting porn, around 30
(8) Hollis Frampton
Magellan Cycle; John Waters Serial Mom; Maya Deren Ritual in Transfigured Time; Bas Jan Ader I'm too Sad to Tell You; Jean-Luc Godard Pierrot le Fou
(9) In Paris, iPod; in LA, stereo
(10) Atlas Sound
Let The Blind Lead Those Who Can See But Cannot Feel
(11) Burial 'Shell of Light'
(12) David Ackles 'Montana Song'; Tim Buckley 'Pleasant Street'; Spirit 'Aren't You Glad'; Randy Newman 'The World Isn't Fair'; Gram Parsons '1000 Dollar Wedding'
(13) French and white, probably a Chardonay
(14) Restos du Coeur
(15) roadtrip (Utah, Arizona, New Mexico)
(16) Russian gay porn
(17) Terrence Malick; Jean-Baptiste Maunier; Robert Pollard; Shelley Duvall; Pierre Guyotat





Somewhat gratuitous photo of the French actor Jean-Baptiste Maunier because I thought the post could use an illustration, and because I figured most of you wouldn't know who he is, and so you'd know why I care what he thinks, and ... well ... err, ahem.
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p.s. Hey. Are you guys game to play this q&a game that Variety played with John Waters? I hope so. I'll be looking in to see if you were game or not sometime today, I think. No pressure, though.

Rerun: Denton Welch's Doll Houses (orig. 02/13/08)

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This is the story of how, in 1935, a 20-year-old art student on a bicycle got entangled with a car and suffered suffered a fractured spine. Although he was not paralyzed, he suffered severe pain and complications, including spinal tuberculosis that ultimately led to his early death 13 years later – but not before he had written three autobiographical novels, a good many short stories and copious volumes of journals. Denton Welch did not set out to be a writer. After leaving Repton School, he studied art in London with the intention of becoming a painter. But his injuries made him reclusive, so that he was thrown back for literary material on his childhood and adolescence.

Easily bored and searching for a pastime, one day he found an old doll's house in the cellar of a friend's home. The dolls' house was in very bad condition but he decided to restore it. He found out that it had been made in 1783, by spotting a date in the doll house's tiny kitchen fireplace under a layer of paint. Despite being neglected, the house had retained many of its original features. These included the mantelpieces in each room and the perfectly moulded cornices and door frames. Underneath the many layers of paint on the house Welch found the small red bricks which were originally painted on the house. He continued to restore the doll house for years, even working on it in the hospital during his final days. Upon his death, the doll house was presented by his secretary Eric Oliver to the Bethanal Green Museum of Childhood where it is still on display.












Allen Bennett: A child who at the age of seven could remark in a slow, earnest, thoughtful voice that "a flea would despise the amount of lemonade I've got, Mother," Denton Welch was never going to be ordinary. After family holidays spent rooting through the junk shops and coming across a severed human head in the undergrowth on a solitary walk, it's hardly surprising if he and his writing failed to fit in. Certainly, much of what Welch wrote trembled on the brink of sex, which gave it much of its energy. Often catheterised and racked by his physical inabilities, Welch was very much an onlooker and non-participant. It's hard to think that had he lived Welch would now be in his 80s. To his readers, he will always be that frail, curly-haired high-foreheaded young man who sits at the checkerboard table with the lustres and the candles painstakingly restoring his beloved doll house to perfection or meticulously rendering his own shattered life inside the perfect doll houses of his stories and novels.



Three books


I Left My Grandather's House (1938)




















A Short Guide to Denton Welch: It would be difficult to find any more intensely cultural, or cultured world in literature than Welch's. His obsession with old churches, rambling gardens, ruling-class mansions, period furniture and all the smaller artefacts, like 'Gothic Revival toast-racks', that are special emblems of Englishness make him more English, more pre-War, and more literary in the Bloomsbury sense than any other writer of his time and place.

And yet what readers will find in all of his work, is a highly-coloured, imagistic, raw and seemingly unsophisticated style that seems to invite ridicule, before the reader realises it is his or her own psychological defences that Welch's clear, factual voice has aroused. While its grammatical construction is precise to the point of sounding stiff to our ears, Welch's language continually stimulates because it is uncensored in terms of the private experiences it unfolds. The author is continually saying what is unsayable, even 'unthinkable' in daily social life, and the anarchic result is hilarious and moving.


Like Austen or Proust, Denton Welch achieves a surgical accuracy of description of the poltroons, wasters and fops of his own class. Few writers etch the vanity of human beings with too much money and too little experience so sharply as he. But in his writing there is also a frankness about his own oddities of mind that is disarming and deceptively easy to read (as it surely is not easy to write). A passage of Welch leads us to understand how charm can have a serious evaluative meaning in prose. It is a lesson in good style. It astounds me that a person whose social world was so rarefied and hermetic could write with such sensitivity to human suffering and with no sense of self-importance or pretence.


from I Left My Grandfather's House

I had come to the edge of the moor again, where there were stone walls and green fields. Before nightfall I must find the hostel, somewhere near Gidleigh.

When I did arrive, I found the wooden hut at the back of the farm-house full of small boys. A young master was in charge of them. He came up to speak to me at once, telling me that they had come from a school in the north and that they always went for a jaunt in the summer.

The boys were rushing around, shouting and making such a noise with their feet in the flimsy shed that I could hardly hear what he said.

'We've got to have supper now,' he yelled; and he went off cheerfully to marshal his boys.

He seemed very strict and full of orders, I thought. The boys were not particularly obedient, and I heard him shout exasperatedly, 'That's not playing the game - do it properly - don't play the goat,' many times.

The boys were perfectly sure that he would not get too angry. They banged about with enamel plates and mugs; a group of them hung round him continually, waiting for orders, but doing nothing.

At last he had them all sitting at the trestle table with their bread and butter and cocoa before them. He appealed to their better natures, telling them not to be greedy or to eat nastily. All the time he was working very hard; his dark hair began to hang down limply over his white, damp forehedad, and his mouth was continually open.

The boys shouted all their jokes to him, asked him absurd questions, hung on his arms, and passed him food.

After the meal, when they had banged and rattled all their mugs and plates into the sink and wiped them on their dirty towels, they grouped round him in a spreading mass; the whole floor seemed to be covered with boys. An amazing silence reigned. What was going to happen? Were they going to pray?

The young master sat above them on the trestle table, swinging his feet. Several boys climbed up from the floor and clung around him. He shook them off half-heartedly, then decided to take their arms in his and hold them in subdued positions in this way.

'What's it going to be?' he asked all the boys with verve.

They shouted different names; the master decided on the most popular and called out:

'Very well, we'll have "Chestnut Tree".'

A roar of delight went up followed by as sudden a silence; then the singing and miming began.

The master led with athletic energy. He beat his chest, tapped his head, held out his hands, till the sweat grew in diamonds on his face. The chorus of piping shrill voices affected my curiously. It was such a green, unfeeling, assured sound. It was like listening to a room full of green parrots who knew that they were saying their pieces properly. It was a charming sound, but also very indifferent and cold.




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In Youth is Pleasure (1943)




















William Burroughs:'I am writing an introduction for a German translation of Denton Welch's novel "In Youth is Pleasure". I've been running through it and underlining certain passages. I'll just read some at random. He's such a marvelous writer, the way he can make anything into something. Writers who complain that they don't have anything to write about should read Denton Welch and see what he can do with practically nothing. Like this, he borrows a boy's bicycle.


"Oh, yes", said the Stowe boy in his most tired voice, "you can borrow it for as long as you like. I loathe riding it. The saddle seems specially designed to deprive one of one's manhood; but perhaps you won't mind that."

Orvil was too happy to be pricked into any retort by the intended insult.

Orvil wished passionately that he had no body so that these remarks could never be applied to him. He felt ashamed to be in position to be deprived of his manhood. His tears made damp, chocolatery lumps out of the feathery dust. The whole surface of the river bristled with a fir of hissing raindrop, sharp as bullets."


'What a mind ! Denton Welch is actually Kim Carsons in my novel The Place of Dead Roads, which is also dedicated to Welch. I sort of kidnapped him to be my hero.'





from In Youth is Pleasure



Orvil took the book back with him to the crowded court and found a chair in a corner. His eye followed the glass trolleys axiously. A waiter approached and put down the teapot and hot-water jug of that frosted-looking silver found only in hotels. Orvil poured out a cup of tea and waited impatiently for the cakes. His eyes were already eating them up as the man steered the trolley towards him. The little cakes lay helpless on their plates and seemed to call to him. He took in at a glance the square ones covered with jam, sprinkled with coconut and topped with glistening cherries; the round shortbread ones with portholes to show the bright lemon curd inside; the small tarts of criss-cross lattice-work; the phallic chocolate and coffee eclairs, oozing fat worms of cream; the squares of sponge, enclosed in four hard slabs of chocolate and dressed with wicked green beauty-spots of pistachio nut.

Orvil had one of each sort put on a plate before him. He hardly dared ask for so many, and only achieved it by refusing to look at the waiter. He fixed his gaze on the distance until the waiter left him; then he bowed his head, opened the book, and began to eat.

The chatter and the music surged around him. The waves of sound broke through the deliciousness of the cakes, then receded and were forgotten again. Orvil was not concentrating, but the hyphenated words, 'press-up', 'knees-bend', 'trunk-turn', 'deep-breathing', jumped out from the printed page. His eyes also idly followed the diagrams of a coarse little man who squatted, thrust his legs out, and tucked his chin into his neck until a large vein, like a branching ivy stem, stood out on his forehead.

Although Orvil's eyes still looked down at the page, they gradually came to focus far beyond it. He thought of ruins lost in wooded valleys; kittens with black faces; toast in a Gothic Revival toast-rack like the nave of some miniature cathedral; lovely uncut stones reminiscent of sucked jujubes; a top-heavy georgian coffee-pot shaped like a funeral urn; his mother's minute ring-watch, the face the size of a sequin, with little diamonds winking all round it. He saw it again on her little finger, and remembered how miraculous it had always seemed.


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A Voice Through a Cloud (1950)




















Biographer Michael De-La-Noy: A Voice Through a Cloud was written largely during the final racking months before Welch's heart gave out. Echoing his own tragedy, it is a lyric, rebellious plaint of pain, fear and despair.

The accident itself is described in forceful, fearsome terms. "I heard a voice through a great cloud of agony and sickness," writes Welch. "The voice was asking questions. It seemed to be opening and closing like a concertina. The words were loud, as the swelling notes of an organ, then they melted to the tiniest wiry tinkle of water in a glass. I knew that I was lying on my back on the grass. I could feel the shiny blades on my neck. Bright little points glittered all down the front of the liquid man kneeling beside me. I knew at once that he was a policeman, and I thought he was performing some ritual operation on me. There was a confusion in my mind between being brought to life—forceps, navel-cords, midwives —and being put to death—ropes, axes and black masks; but whatever it was that was happening, I felt that all men came to this at last."

The novel is also devastating in ways Welch did not intend. It breaks down painfully towards the end as Welch's physical condition became so dire that he was capable only of writing one sentence at a time, and the exertion of doing even this would exhaust and sicken him so severely he would need to lie very still for hours afterwards with a cold compress on his forehead until he regained the strength to add another sentence. The last few pages become insensible and the novel ends abruptly with Welch's final, inconclusive thought.


from A Voice Through a Cloud



One day a specialist was in the ward, examining a patient, when the patient fell down in front of him in a fit. The patient was a fat middle-aged man; he shrieked and trembled and rolled on the floor, as if he were wallowing in mud. It was a terrifying and grotesque sight, but the specialist watched it with a smile on his face. He neither raised the patient up nor prevented him from cutting his head on the corner of the bedside locker.

When at last the convulsions had subsided and the patient, with blood on his face, looked up bewildered, the specialist's smile grew even more Buddhistic and bland and he said in a fluting voice, so that other people should hear, 'Well, I must say there's one improvement this week - you're falling so much more gracefully!'

He gave a light little well-bred laugh, which at once raised up in my mind a picture of some woman with enormous bust measurement, swathed in strainingly tight red velvet. He seemed delighted with his own urbane, unsentimental wit, and I felt that at that moment he would have used the words 'heartless elegance' about himself. He seemed really to be living for a moment in his own conception of an eighteenth-century French marquise in her brilliant salon.

I suddenly began to hate the specialist for his clownish show of vanity and facetiousness. I hated him so much that my face began to burn. I felt insulted and outraged; I wanted to have the specialist publicly beaten in front of all the staring patients. I imagined his black pin-striped trousers being taken down, and his squeals of shame and pain ringing through the ward.
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Hey. The great Denton Welch is up today. You really should read him if you haven't. On my end, if plans have gone the way we planned, today Zac and I will be driving for approximately six hours from Puerto Natales, Chile to El Calafate, Argentina where we will turn in our rental car and then head by bus or shuttle or something into La Anita Valley, where will spend the next three plus days continuing our Patagonia experience. Sound nice? I bet it is.

Rerun: Chris Goode presents ... The young anarchosyndicalist's guide to theatre space (orig. 02/16/08)

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On the Great Joy of the Stars

JUNE

On the axis of Noon, the mouth of a grotto opens and startles you like a blue buttercup: inside, the meticulous progress of the planets can be watched. Nothing is as simple, grand, calm, and serene as this sight, nothing else releases so much happiness. A phonograph record that turns, but without anything mechanical. Chinese music. Up in Tibet, the sturdy gong of contemplation. In some rock crystals you see the ring of Venus like the neck of a black giraffe, speckled Jupiter, the jungle of Mars, Earth, inalterable as platinum.

In these meadows, breathing is a wild horse.

-- from Blaise Cendrars (trans. Esther Allen), ‘The Eubage; or, At the Antipodes of Unity’ (1917)



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Derren Brown: Phone Booth (from Trick of the Mind, 2004)



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Jean-Michel Basquiat,‘Jawbone of an Ass’. Screenprint. 1982. 41.5” x 60”.



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‘Myspace’, a short film by Julie Angel for Parkour Generations



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Theatre spaces playlist:

[01] Charlemagne Palestine,‘Sine Tone Study’ (1967)
[02] Christopher Knowles
[04] Luciano Berio, extract from: Sinfonia (1968-69): III – In ruhig fliessender Bewegung. New Swingle Singers; Orchestre National de France, cond. Pierre Boulez
[05] Furious Pig, ‘I Don’t Like Your Face’ (1980)
[06] Scott Walker,‘The Cockfighter’, from Tilt (1995)
[07] Derek Bailey,‘Explanation and Thanks’ (excerpt), from Carpal Tunnel (2005)
[08] Peter Bellamy,‘Conversation With Death’
[09] Morton Feldman,‘Durations V’ (1961)
[10] J.H. Prynne reads ‘Cocaine’ by John Wieners (from the QUID CD-R Low Bleb Score)



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Gary Hill, Viewer (1996)



7.



Will McBride,‘Uli Hager in Frankfurt, first session, 1982’. Gelatine silver print. 30cm x 40cm.



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Ariston tv ad, 1987 (after Zbigniew Rybczynski’s‘Tango’)



9.

(a)

. . . Newly arrived and quite ignorant of the languages of the Levant, Marco Polo could express himself only by drawing objects from his baggage – drums, salt fish, necklaces of wart hogs’ teeth – and pointing to them with gestures, leaps, cries of wonder or of horror, imitating the bay of the jackal, the hoot of the owl.

The connections between one element of the story and another were not always obvious to the emperor; the objects could have various meanings: a quiver filled with arrows could indicate the approach of war, or an abundance of game, or else an armorer’s shop; an hourglass could mean time passing, or time past, or sand, or a place where hourglasses are made.

But what enhanced for Kublai every event or piece of news reported by his inarticulate informer was the space that remained around it, a void not filled with words. The descriptions of cities Marco Polo visited had this virtue: you could wander through them in thought, become lost, stop and enjoy the cool air, or run off.

-- from Italo Calvino (trans. William Weaver), Invisible Cities (1974)


(b)

David Moss,‘Language Linkage’ (extract)



10.



Extract from Foi (2003)
Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui (ch.), Les Ballets D. de la B.,& Capella Flamenca



11.



Maggie O’Sullivan,‘chain crate ilate’ (from murmur: tasks of mourning, 1999-2004)



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New Order, ‘True Faith’ (1987), dir. Philippe Decouflé



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(a)



Grow Island


(b)

GONZALO:

Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, [...]
And were the king on't, what would I do?
I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too, but innocent and pure;
No sovereignty; [...]
All things in common nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

-- from William Shakespeare, The Tempest (1610), Act II Scene 1



(c)

If I told him would he like it. Would he like it if I told him.
Would he like it would Napoleon would Napoleon would would he like it.
If Napoleon if I told him if I told him if Napoleon. Would he like it if I told him if I told him if Napoleon. Would he like it if Napoleon if
Napoleon if I told him. If I told him if Napoleon if Napoleon if I told him. If I told him would he like it would he like it if I told him.
Now.
Not now.
And now.
Now.
Exactly as as kings.
Feeling full for it.
Exactitude as kings.
So to beseech you as full as for it.
Exactly or as kings.
Shutters shut and open so do queens. Shutters shut and shutters and so shutters shut and shutters and so and so shutters and so shutters shut
and so shutters shut and shutters and so. And so shutters shut and so and also. And also and so and so and also.
Exact resemblance to exact resemblance the exact resemblance as exact as a resemblance, exactly as resembling, exactly resembling, exactly
in resemblance exactly a resemblance, exactly and resemblance. For this is so. Because.

[Read the rest.]

-- Gertrude Stein, extract from ‘If I Told Him: A Completed Portrait of Picasso’ (1923)


(d)

I'm going to tell you a story you've never heard before, because no one knows this story the way I know it. It takes place on the night June 12, 1994, and it concerns the murder of my ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her young friend, Ronald Goldman. I want you to forget everything you think you know about that night because I know the facts better than anyone. I know the players. I've seen the evidence. I've heard the theories. And, of course, I've read all the stories: That I did it. That I did it but I don't know I did it. That I can no longer tell fact from fiction. That I wake up in the middle of the night, consumed by guilt, screaming.

-- opening paragraph of O.J. Simpson, If I Did It (2007)



14.




Extract from Jubilee (Derek Jarman, 1977)



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Jannis Kounellis, Untitled. 1967. Partial installation view.



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‘The Dogbowl’: pool skating sequence from Dogtown and Z-Boys (Stacey Peralta, 2001)



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“At 00.00hrs on January 1st 2005 an automated beacon began broadcasting on the web at http://www.automatedbeacon.net

The beacon continuously relays selected live web searches as they are being made around the world, presenting them back in series and at regular intervals.

The beacon has been instigated to act as a silent witness: a feedback loop providing a global snapshot of ourselves to ourselves in real-time.

A physical display system is also being developed for installation in public spaces, galleries &c.”

Automated Beacon



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Jesse in a photosession with Brad Posey (from
Hot Sessions #17, 2006)



19.

...You are before the field, although it seldom happens that your attention is drawn to the field before you have noticed an event within it. Usually the event draws your attention to the field, and, almost instantaneously, your own awareness of the field then gives a special significance to the event.

The first event – since every event is part of a process – invariably leads to other, or, more precisely, invariably leads you to observe others in the field. The first event may be almost anything, provided that it is not in itself overdramatic.

If you saw a man cry out and fall down, the implications of the event would immediately break the self-sufficiency of the field. You would run into it from the outside. You would try to take him out of it. Even if no physical action is demanded, any over-dramatic event will have the same disadvantage.

If you saw a tree being struck by lightning, the dramatic force of the event would inevitably led you to interpret it in terms which at that moment would seem larger than the field before you. So, the first event should not be over-dramatic but otherwise it can be almost anything:

Two horses grazing.

A dog running in narrowing circles.

An old woman looking for mushrooms.

A hawk hovering above.

Finches chasing each other from bush to bush.

Chickens pottering.

Two men talking.

A flock of sheep moving exceedingly slowly from one corner to the centre.

A voice calling.

A child walking.

The first event leads you to notice further events which may be consequences of the first, or which may be entirely unconnected with it except that they take place in the same field. Often the first event which fixes your attention is more obvious than the subsequent ones. Having noticed the dog, you notice a butterfly. Having noticed the horses, you hear a woodpecker and then see it fly across a corner of the field. You watch a child walking and when he has left the field deserted and eventless, you notice a cat jump down into it from the top of a wall.

By this time you are within the experience. Yet saying this implies narrative time and the essence of the experience is that it takes place outside such time. The experience does not enter into the narrative of your life – that narrative which, at one level or another of your consciousness, you are continually retelling and developing to yourself. On the contrary, this narrative is interrupted. The visible extension of the field in space displaces awareness of your own lived time. By what precise mechanism does it do this?

You relate the events which you have seen and are still seeing to the field. It is not only that the field frames them, it also contains them. The existence of the field is the precondition for their occurring in the way that they have done and for the way in which others are still occurring. All events exist as definable events by virtue of their relation to other events. You have defined the events you have seen primarily (but not necessarily exclusively) by relating them to the event of the field, which at the same time is literally and symbolically the ground of the events which are taking place within it.

You may complain that I have now suddenly changed my use of the word ‘event’. At first I referred to the field as a space awaiting events; now I refer to it as an event in itself. But this inconsistency parallels exactly the apparently illogical nature of the experience. Suddenly an experience of disinterested observation opens in its centre and gives birth to a happiness which is instantly recognisable as your own.

The field that you are standing before appears to have the same proportions as your own life.

-- from John Berger,‘Field’, in About Looking (1980); reprinted in Selected Essays, ed. Geoff Dyer (2001)



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Extract from Songs from the Second Floor (Roy Andersson, 2000)



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For years I have been nervous around the language of ‘theatre spaces’.

Most theatre makers casually use the word ‘space’ to refer to the place in which their work is rehearsed and presented –- so a venue might have a reputation as “a nice space” or “a difficult space”. For the venerated British director Peter Brook, the fundamental platform for theatrical work is nothing more than an “empty space”. I never really questioned this usage until, in an interdisciplinary workshop I was leading several years ago, the poet Keston Sutherland acutely reminded me that “people don’t live in spaces, they live in places”. At the time I assumed he was overreacting to a little terminological dissonance; but quite quickly I came to realise that he was actually disclosing and identifying a set of highly ideologically inflected assumptions with which most theatre-makers are readily complicit. My practice, and my understanding of the commitments underlying it, have been substantially reformed by this perceptual jolt. I now find myself wanting strenuously to oppose Brook’s idea that any ‘space’ or place that might be temporarily occupied by an act of theatre can possibly be ‘empty’: and the wilful suppression of cultural and political specificity that such a blithe erasure seems to require strikes me increasingly as, at best, a pretty dubious transcendence fantasy.

For that reason, I have tended to be cautious around the idea of ‘space’, and to want to think more about using theatre to create places in which people can live; places that are fit for living in; places in which makers and audiences can experience themselves living together. But recently, I begin to find the ideas of ‘place’ and ‘space’ creating a more productive dialectical tension. To borrow a phrase from Roy Fisher, theatre’s what I think with, and the more time I spend examining the intricate relations of social and aesthetic form, the more I have recourse to a purely conceptual language of space and spaciousness, as part of a search for new models – both adaptable realities and speculative fictions – for the complex of relationships that theatre might contain and produce.

To some extent, the consequences of that ‘spacious’ mode of thinking can be seen in the above post. Of these twenty ‘spaces’, only one – the extract from Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui’s extraordinary Foi – is being described within a designated theatre; but all of them suggest to me something of how meaning (and usable sensation) is created within the acts and instances of theatre at its fullest. The characteristics and values of multiplicity, intimacy, strangeness, dissonance, public presence, self-consciousness, alterity, subjunctivity, queerness, radicalism and – above all – the civic import of attentiveness run through these twenty spaces and create numerous partial or provisional ‘theatres’, all of which are gradually shaping and attracting the tendencies of my own work.

As part of this enquiry, I’ve very recently started a research project at Rose Bruford College in London, where I’ve contributed some teaching to a module in postmodern practice in the past couple of years. The focus of the project is on the virtual or (to borrow from Žižek) ‘inexistent’ spaces that have developed online and in digital territories in recent years, many of which have of course given rise to new structural paradigms for creative and interactive exchange. Though a physical / offline realization of these paradigms may seem impossible or at best redundant, my particular interest in this project is in nonetheless trying to make new model theatre spaces – or, rather, places – that harness the dynamics of these inexistent territories to bring about new species of theatricality.

The reason why I’m writing about this here, and why I wanted to throw open these different partial models for response and discussion, is that at the end of last year, as I started to sketch an outline for this research project, I wrote to Dennis to ask if he was OK with me using this blog as my principal test-case. For the eighteen months that I’ve been around here, first as a lurker and over the past year as a contributor, I’ve been fascinated and inspired by the blog, both in terms of its incredibly rich content and the indicative strength of its dissidence (and the often highly performative ways in which that dissidence is expressed), and also of its structural and cybernetic features – especially its (somewhat) organic development into a multi-authored creative system which has already given rise to countless new friendships and working collaborations both on- and offline. To put it very simply, I’d like theatre more if it behaved more like this blog, and I wanted to spend some of the next few months, at least, thinking about how that might be possible. Anyway, with characteristic generosity, Dennis agreed, and unless this weekend results in a blizzard of negative reaction from the community here, that’s what’s going to happen.

The ultimate intention – though this obviously depends on a whole bunch of factors which are at present way out of my control – is to create a midscale theatre “adaptation” of this blog. (Adaptation is in scare quotes there because the next year is all about figuring out what ‘adaptation’ might actually mean in this case.)

I want to reassure everybody right from the start that I’m not talking about turning this community into a soap opera in which particular posters become characters and their conversations become staged dialogues. (That could be cute, and maybe someone should do it, but it won’t be me.) I do very much want the input, both creative and advisory, of anyone here who wants to be a part of the development of the work, but absolutely nothing from the past, present or future of the blog is going to end up being even obliquely reflected in whatever gets made without the direct consent of whoever generated it. And anyway, that’s all for some way down the line. For the first few months, at least, it’s all about experiments in structure and form.

The first, tentative output from the project will be at a symposium at the college in a couple of months. In the meantime, and presumably for the duration of the project, there will, inevitably, be a separate blog, which both the community here and the groups of artists and students working with me will be able to access and participate in. I’ll post details when all that’s set up, obviously, and I’d suggest that discussion around the project happens mostly in that separate forum, so that normal service is not disrupted here in any way.

I’m really interested to know everybody’s thoughts: both on the project and on the 20 theatre spaces above. (If anybody wants to write backchannel, feel free to email me.) And I’ll obviously report back in the next few weeks as the project blog starts up. TIA, y’all.

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p.s. Hey. The great British theater maker and d.l. Chris Goode made this amazing post for the blog back in 2008, and it's still an awesome monster. Hence, its rebirth. You're in for a treat today, everybody. Take full advantage please. Thanks!

Rerun: What Leigh Bowery Did (orig. 02/26/08)

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Intro

'I was asked recently by a Hoxton-type woman what Leigh Bowery did? "Nobody knew what he did," she said, perplexed. "He dressed up and went to clubs and parties and enjoyed himself. He lived his life as he had to live it," was my answer. Of course that was an easy-way-out answer, but if she couldn't work out what Leigh did, maybe after watching the Charles Atlas documentary, or reading one of the books, or even seeing 'TABOO - The Musical', then what was I going to say that would enlighten her? But then, what do you say about Leigh? I am glad that people have finally decided that Leigh was an artist. I was getting heavily bored with people asking me "Was he an artist? Was what Leigh did art?" I would answer that Leigh had been exhibited in an Art Gallery (Anthony D'Offay), and that although he himself was not for sale, his exhibit was art. A lot of people cannot fathom art that is not for sale. Art is a commodity to such people, and if you can't bid for it, get rid of it. The thing is, you don't have to show in galleries or auction things on the International art market to be an artist. This has always been the case, but so many people live in their own abstracted version of the present. So many people do not interpret their own vision of the scheme of things as the rubbish that it is.'-- Donald Urquhart



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5 artworks


Leigh Bowery at Anthony D'Offay Gallery (3:36)


Miss Peanut Visits New York (6:04)


Leigh Bowery at Wigstock 1993 (4:18)


Short performance (0:57)


Leigh Bowery, Trojan, Rachel Auburn and Michael Clark getting it on (6:16)



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w/ Lucien Freud'Lucien Freud began painting portraits of Leigh Bowery after seeing the performer strut his stuff at the Anthony d'Offay Gallery in 1988. Bowery regularly appeared on high heels, wearing latex body stockings and masks his vocals for his art band Minty were mainly orgiastic screams over rasping feedback. "I found him perfectly beautiful," Freud said when Bowery came to his studio and posed nude. What was planned as one portrait became a sequence. Bowery's presence in the studio is another performance, a self-revealing act of theatre. Bowery was a man who liked to wear disguises - a masked reveller, here unmasked. Freud is sometimes accused of sadism toward his models. But Bowery was a subject able to answer back, someone with enough charisma and courage to face the artist's inquiry head on. In Freud's paintings, Bowery is a character out of Renaissance art - perhaps Silenus, the companion of Dionysus. His flesh is a magnificent ruin, at once damaged and riotously alive. Who knew skin was so particoloured? To count the hues of even one of his feet is impossible: purple, grey, yellow, brown, the paint creamy, calloused, bulging. Bowery is a painted monument who quietly contemplates his existence inside this flesh.'-- Jonathan Jones, The Guardian


 


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  Minty'In 1993 Leigh Bowery formed the band Minty with friend and former 80's knitwear designer Richard Torry, Nicola Bateman and Matthew Glammore. Their single "Useless Man""Boot licking, tit tweaking useless man..." which was remixed by The Grid along with their twisted onstage scatological performances caused The Sun newspaper to describe them as the "Sickest band in the world", of which Leigh was very proud. It also became a minor chart hit in The Netherlands. During 1994 Minty performed what they called the "Fete worse than death" in Hoxton Square, Leigh and Nicola Bateman (later, Nicola Bowery) showed their classic "Birth Show", a homage to John Waters' Desperate Living, in which Leigh gives birth to Nicola, using a specially designed harness which holds her upside down to his belly under his costume. In November 1994 Minty began a two week show at London's Freedom Cafe, watched by the young Alexander McQueen, but it was too much for Westminster City Council, who closed the show down after only one night. Minty never lived up to its promise, was a finacial loss and represented a cultural low point in his colourful career.'-- Wikipedia



Minty performing 'Hold On' live at Smashing


excerpt of Minty performing 'Useless Man'


'Useless Man' vid clip (Adam Sky remix)


Antohney lipsyncs and dances to 'Useless Man' (DJ Keoki remix)


'Useless Man' vs Saw



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Taboo'Early in january 1985, Leigh Bowery was approached by Tony Gordon to open a nightclub with him. Tony had tried run some nightclubs before but they werent very successful. He wanted to open a club but he knew that he did not have enough clout on his own to make a go of it, so he enlisted the help of Leigh who would be the public face of the club. Leigh was very excited by Tony's proposition because it seemed to tie in exactly with what the had been thinking about. Tony had discoverd a small nighclub in Leicester Square. It hadn't been used for a fashionable nighclub before and it seemed the ideal premises. It was centrally situated, and it was exactly the right size - not too big,but not pokey. It also had extremely and perfectly tacky decor. There was an a entrance lobby, then a flight of stairs down to the cloakroom and toilets. When you entered the club it had everything you could want from a disco. Tatty red velour banquettes, mirrors everywhere, strange light effects on the walls, three bars and a centrar dance floor with several sheap lights and a mirror ball. The opening night was set for 31 January. Leigh was very excited and as neither he nor Tony had any money to get flyers printed, Leigh decided to make them himself.'(cont.)





Boy George as L.B. in the Broadway musical 'Taboo' (8:45)


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w/ Michael Clark'The choreographer and dancer Michael Clark did not live the normal disciplined life of a dancer but spent most of his free time drinking, smoking, taking drugs and hanging out in the London' more alternative nightclubs. He met Leigh Bowery in a nightclub and was immediately attracted to this large, painted person. They became the best of friends and had complete mutual respect for each other. Michael was determined to work with Leigh not only because he respected his talent but because he enjoyed his company. "He was charismatic and had an amazing presence, we egged each other on. It was like he was daring me, we both had similar ideas and worked off each other": Leigh was delighted to design costumes for Michael's work.The first piece he designed for was 'Flippin 'eck Oh Thweet Mysthtery of Life ' in 1983. The costumes Leigh designed initally, reflected what he was wearing at the time. The dancers found the costumes hard work yet thrilling and comfortable to wear. It was the start of an inportant collaboration and Leigh continued to work with Michael for the next ten years.'-- Sue Tilley

 Video: Michael Clark/Leigh Bowery 'Because We Must', Excerpt #1 (4:44)
Video: Michael Clark/Leigh Bowery 'Because We Must', Excerpt #2 (5:09)




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TV personality



LB on the Gary Glitter Show (8:56)


LB on the Bananarama Show (9:49)


LB on Late and Live (2:12)


LB on the Joan Rivers Show (5:10)


LB in The Fall's 'Mr. Pharmacist' video (2:10)


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Furthermore

The Leigh Bowery Extravaganza Website
Harlot's Quickie Tribute to Leigh Bowery
Charles Atlas's 'The Legend of Leigh Bowery' (DVD)
Sue Tilley's 'The Life and Times of Leigh Bowery' (book)
Minty's Myspace Page
Some drawings by Leigh Bowery
Leigh Bowery at Perry Rubenstein Gallery




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p.s. Hey. What is there to say about the genius of Leigh Bowery that isn't right up there in this celebratory revival post? Probably a ton of things. Maybe some of you fellow Bowery acolytes out there would like to add your two cents? So, as I guess you can tell by the size of this p.s., I've managed to slip in here for a catch up p.s. today. Even so, I'm going to have to be very quick, for which I apologize. Way too much to tell about the trip, and I'll save a report for a trip-related post once I get back to Paris, but everything is going amazingly. Zac and I are currently in the Argentinian portion of Antarctica, near El Calafate, if you know the local geography. It's crazy beautiful, and today we're off on a 10 hour tromp to and around and on glaciers. So, yeah, all is extremely well here, and I hope the same status is valid in your worlds. Okay, ... ** David Ehrenstein, Greetings from here. Thanks for being the loyalist commenter. I'm naked without knowing it right now. ** Rewritedept, Hi, man. Oh, okay, I'll try that track you mentioned asap. We're in a decent internet zone at the moment, which definitely has not always been the case. The flight was long and boring, but it's ancient history now. ** MANCY, Hi, S! Hope you're great! ** Unknown, Hi! I will let you know about the Brussels show once I get home and have unspun my head. I'm great, hope you are too. ** Gary gray, Hey, G. No, I don't think I've seen 'the responsive eye with mike wallace'. Nice title. That Circus Maximus thing sounds pretty awesome. Trains, yes. My head's too caught up to give you NYC recommendations, and you've probably already gone and went by now maybe? What is '80 Blocks from Tiffany's'? ** Bill, Hi, Bill! We are having an incredible time, yeah. Wait'll I post some pictures. Holy shit. We've just barely managed to avoid the Invunche so far. Not easy. Yes, please report on the readiness of said video. I totally forgot about that film of 'Street of Crocodiles'. Yeah, that was something else. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben! Got the guest-post, thank you! And I even had a moment to set it up, and it'll launch, as predicted, on the day the blog restarts afresh: March 12th. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh! ** Steevee, Warm Greetings, Steve. Everyone, please read Steevee's review of the Romanian film CHILD'S POSE. ** Empty Frame, Hey, buddy. You rockin' everything? ** Thomas Moronic, T! Thanks for answering the Mr. Waters questions. I wish I had time to respond richly. So I'll just say, what is 'Love Liza'? ** James, Thank you so much the novel section share! We were in Buenos Aires first thing on the trip for three days. Really great city. You've been there? We stayed in the Palermo area. ** White tiger, Tiger! Love to you! ** ASH, Hi, man. Nice to see you! No, due to traveling and mostly crappy internet signals, I haven't gotten 'Motivational Jumpsuit' yet, but tonight's the night. I only know the two singles, which I adore. Euroheedfest: when is it again? I'll definitely angle to get there finally. I just read about that documentary you saw yesterday. Sounds incredible. Really? Which escort? Photo stealing is definitely a commonality among the escorts, but why they think that'll work for them, I never can finger out. ** bitter69uk, Hi. I don't know, it made me curious about him, but I like them complicated, and I never hire them, so I guess I just proved your point. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. Nope, escort and slave posts are like the blog's one reliable output, through thick and thin, like death and taxes, not necessarily in that order. I'm doing great, thank you, and I'm so glad you are too. ** David de Croy, Hi, David. Nice to meet you, welcome. Yeah, ha ha, someone pointed that out the first time I posted that post, and I forgot to correct it, and now I've fucked up twice. It's particularly damning because one of the reasons I put J-BM's photo there is because I had just met him a couple of days before, so the mix-up is particularly odd unless they're each other's spitting images? ** Marilyn Roxie, Hi, Marilyn! I hope you're doing wonderfully. Oh, you watched that 'Frisk' movie, you poor thing, ha ha. ** Alan Hoffman, Hi, Alan! Really good to see you! I'm stuck in a situation where I can't linger on and respond with appropriate luxuriousness to the Waters q&a responses, which sucks, so I'll just say 5000?! Wow. And your film list was great. ** Keaton, Hi.K! Sweet answers to the Waters questions deserving of so much more from me than this sentence, damn. You good? ** Toniok, Hi! Yeah, we visited Torres del Paine a few days ago. It was incredible, yeah. Thank for answering those questions. Very interesting, and I wish time allowed me the option to talk them about in detail. ** Frank Jaffe, Frank! How are you? I haven't seen you in ages and ages. I so wish I hadn't missed the LA Art Book Fair. Great answers. I read it like a hawk, even if I'm too rushy to prove that. ** Aaron Mirkin, Hi, Aaron. How are you? Thanks for answering the questions. Really interesting. Was the Current 93 show great? And I think you got to see Shirley Collins! Holy shit, how was that? And thank you for the video still. It's gorgeous! ** L@rstonovich, Larsty! Thank you for those answers. I'm so totally time-hampered and can't say much right now, but it's sweet to see you, buddy! ** Misanthrope, Hi, G! Trip is spectacular, thanks! Rear-ended, yikes! We almost flipped our rental car yesterday. Lovely list! ** Paul Cabine, Hello, welcome, and good to meet you, Paul! Fascinating, impressive answers, thank you! I hope you'll come back when I can talk with you properly. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff! Man, that's so great about the LA Times Book Prize! Huge congrats! I was nominated for that prize in the poetry division a million years ago. Sweet! I almost bought that Chatwin book in a used English language bookstore here the other day Probably should have. Everything by Ader is extremely worth watching, yes, and seeing his whole oeuvre will only take you about 40 minutes. Zac and I are doing great! I hope you are too! ** Okay. I might not have gotten to the most recent comments as I'm writing this really early and it will launch a little later. If so, I'll catch up with them the next chance I get, or in Paris if not before. Take care, everybody!

Rerun: Astronaut Food Day (orig. 05/08/08)

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Before man ventured into space for the first time, there was concern that he might choke while attempting to swallow food in zero gravity. Foreign body pneumonia from aspiration of food particles and droplets was feared by some. The ability of man to digest and absorb food in a weightless environment was also seriously debated. These concerns for man’s physiological well-being during weightlessness were augmented by fears that the unfamiliar and austere limitations imposed by the space vehicle and flight plans might place unacceptable constraints on the food system. Some food technologists doubted that edible foods could be prepared to withstand conditions of temperature, pressure, and vibration which were characteristic of unmanned space flight vehicles. Limitations on allowable weight and volume would also have direct impact on the food system.




Despite early concerns, restrictions, and technological hurdles surrounding space food development, adequate and acceptable diets were formulated and made available in sufficient time to accommodate the needs of man in space. The earliest food systems used in the Project Mercury flights and the short duration Gemini Program flights resembled military survival rations. For the first long term flight, the two-week Gemini 7 mission, nutritional criteria became important considerations and began to constrain food system designers. Adequate provisions for energy and nutrient, had to be made within an exceedingly small weight and volume envelope. This food system envelope, about .77 kg per man per day (1.7 pounds) and 1802 cm3 per man per day (110 cubic inches), also had to allow for all packaging materials needed to protect foods.

Because water produced as a by-product of fuel cell operation in the Gemini Spacecraft could be made available, it became highly attractive from a food acceptance and weight savings standpoint to use dehydrated foods that could be reconstituted in flight. This was the departure point for the development of the Apollo food system, and systematic improvements were subsequently made as technology became available and the application was feasible.




Apollo food system technology evolved over a considerable period of time, with the aid of efforts from the U.S. Air Force Manned Orbiting Laboratory Program, the U.S. Army Natick Laboratories, industry, and universities. The earliest "space foods" were bite-sized foods suitable for eating with one’s fingers, and pureed foods, squeezed directly into the mouth from flexible metal toothpaste-type tubes. Extensive modifications in food and food packaging were made throughout Project Mercury and the Gemini and Apollo Programs. Modifications of the food system were especially necessary during the Apollo Program for the following reasons.

1. Inflight food consumption proved inadequate to maintain nutritional balance and body weight.
2. Inflight nausea, anorexia, and undesirable physiological responses experienced by some crewmen were believed to be partly attributable to the foods.
3. Meal preparation and consumption required too much crew time and effort.
4. Water for reconstitution of dehydrated foods was unpalatable initially and contained undesirable amounts of dissolved gases.
5. Functional failures occurred in the rehydratable food packages in the early Apollo flights.


Before an Apollo launch, each prime and backup crewmember evaluated available flight foods and selected the food items he preferred. Then the foods were assembled into nutritionally balanced menus which were reviewed by crewmembers and nutritionists for maximum acceptability within nutritional constraints. Finally, the astronauts were briefed on spacecraft food stowage, preparation, and waste disposal.





Apollo 7: The food system for the first manned Apollo mission was basically that provided in the Gemini Program but featured a wider variety of foods.





Apollo 8: On Christmas day, 1968, during the first lunar orbital mission, the Apollo 8 astronauts opened packages of thermostabilized turkey and gravy and ate with spoons. This turkey entree required no water for rehydration because the normal water content (67 percent) had been retained. The thermally stabilized, ready-to-eat meal in a flexible can became known as a "wetpack," a term used to differentiate this package from the dehydrated space foods that required the addition of water before consumption. The flexible packs were made from a laminate of polyester, aluminum foil, and polyolefin. The Apollo 8 crew also used a conventional teaspoon to eat some foods. and found that this mode of food consumption in weightlessness was quite satisfactory. This finding led to food package redesign which made the use of spoons much more convenient.





Apollo 9: The extensive use of wetpack containers without difficulty during this mission confirmed the potential for eating a substantial portion of food from open containers. The Apollo 9 crewmen experimented further by cutting open a rehydratable food package and eating its contents with a spoon; the experiment was successful. During Apollo 9, the Lunar Module Pilot experienced nausea and vomiting. Menu manipulation in flight to reduce the tendency for nausea represented the first use of real-time food selection for countering undesirable physiological responses to vestibular stimuli.





Apollo 10: the spoon-bowl package was introduced. The spoon-bowl package permitted convenient use of a spoon for consuming rehydrated foods. This modified package had a water inlet valve at one end and a large plastic-zippered opening on the other, which provided access to the rehydrated food with a spoon. Large pieces of dehydrated meat and vegetables could now be included to provide a more familiar and acceptable texture. Apollo 10 also marked the first successful use of conventional slices of fresh bread and sandwich spreads. This bread had a shelf life at Apollo vehicle temperatures for at least four weeks when packaged in a nitrogen atmosphere. Provision of the bread allowed crewmen to make sandwiches using meat salad spreads provided in separate containers. The sandwich spreads were preserved by thermal processing and final package closing in a hyperbaric chamber. The process enhances preservation of natural flavor and texture by reducing thermal processing time and temperature. The Apollo 10 crewmen reported some discomfort from a feeling of fullness and gastric awareness immediately after eating. This was troublesome to individual astronauts throughout the Apollo Program.





Apollo 11: New food items for the Apollo 11 flight included thermostabilized cheddar cheese spread and thermostabilized frankfurthers. Sandwich spreads were packaged in "401&quo; aluminum cans, which featured a pull-tab for easy removal of the entire top of the can. This can proved successful and eventually became the nucleus for the development of the open-dish eating concept implemented in the Skylab Program. A six-day supply of food and accessory items were stowed in pantry fashion to permit some food selection based on real-time preference and appetite and to supplement the meal packages if more food was desired by an individual. The foods included beverages, salads, soups, meals, breakfast items, desserts, and bite-sized foods. Primary food packages were placed in nonflammable overwraps, which served to keep food groups together and to partition the spacecraft food container for ease of retrieval in flight. Germicide tablets were provided for stabilization of any food residue remaining in the primary food packages.





Apollo 12: Freeze dehydrated scrambled eggs were introduced and were well accepted by the crew.


Apollo 13: The Apollo 13 food system included the first dehydrated natural orange juice. Orange juice had not been employed in space food systems previously because the dehydration methods available failed to prevent fusion of natural sugars with the formation of an insoluble mass.


Apollo 14: The Apollo 14 food system included an in-suit drinking device. This allowed the astronauts to better maintain fluid balance during extensive lunar surface operations. Foods were also examined for the presence of heavy metals. The only deviation from perfect performance in the food safety area was a failure in the early detection of mercury contamination in the Apollo 14 tuna fish salad. The tuna fish was removed from the food system shortly prior to launch, and a nutritionally equivalent substitute from the pantry was used to supplement the menu.





Apollo 15: Apollo 15 crewmen consumed solid food while working on the lunar surface. High nutrient density food bars were installed inside the full pressure suit. Figure 8 (below) shows a view of the neck ring area of the Apollo lunar surface pressure suit with the in-suit food bar and the in-suit drink device installed. The in-suit drink device was designed to provide water or fruit flavored beverages. This crew was the first to consume all of the mission food provided.





Apollo 16: Electrocardiographic recordings for Apollo 15 crewmen indicated occasional arrhythmias believed to be possibly linked to a potassium deficit. For Apollo 16 grape drink, orange drink, pineapple-orange drink, pineapple-grapefruit drink, grapefruit with sugar, and cocoa were fortified with potassium gluconate, for an average daily inflight potassium intake of approximately 100 mEq. Real-time adjustments in nutrition were applied by menu rearrangements to counteract the gastrointestinal awareness reported by one crewmember and believed to be associated with dietary potassium intake.





Apollo 17: In addition to a liberal usage of previously described improved foods, the Apollo 17 system was modified by the inclusion of shelf-stable ham steak that had been sterilized by exposure to cobalt-60 gamma irradiation (3.7 megarads). The Apollo 17 food system also incorporated a fruit cake that provided complete nutrition in shelf-stable, intermediate-moisture, ready-to-eat form. Both proved to be highly acceptable to the crewmen. This type of intermediate-moisture food was included in the Skylab contingency food system and was later evaluated and used in the Space Shuttle food program. -- Malcolm C. Smith, D.V.M., N.D. Heidelbaugh, V.M.D., Paul C. Rambaut, Sc.D., R.M. Rapp, Harry O. Wheeler, Ph.D.





Space Shuttle/International Space Station: Although most people rarely consider what the three people who live on the International Space Station are going to have for dinner, food scientists in Houston spend their days over what their astronauts eat. More than 400 people have shot into space since 1961, and none have eaten better than the astronauts in the space station, said Vickie Kloeris, who has been with the space food program for 21 years. “We have so much more variety,” Ms. Kloeris said. “You’re going to have a fair number of meat-and-potatoes guys, but we’ve been incorporating more ethnic food.” A French chef has also gotten into the space food game, working on some canned meals expected to debut in the fall. It is the first time that the European Union is contributing to a space menu jointly supplied by Russia and the United States.'(read the totality)





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Astronaut Food Clips


Eating tea with chopsticks on the ISS


Eating peanut butter and honey on the ISS


Drinking water on the ISS


Water boiling in space


Brushing one's teeth on the ISS


Space food sticks commercial


Sputnik cosmonaut displays the food he ate in space


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p.s. Hey. That's right, Astronaut Food Day, you read that correctly. What was I thinking when I made this post? I don't remember. Why have I chosen it to revive? The answer is obvious, isn't it?

Rerun: Spotlight on ... Max Frisch Man in the Holocene (1979) (orig. 06/03/08)

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Man in the Holocene is a favorite novel of mine. Even though it was highly acclaimed in its time -- both The New Yorker and the New York Times named it the most important novel of 1980, for instance -- it, like much of Max Frisch's work, has slid off the radar of most contemporary readers. So, guessing that many readers of this place haven't yet come across the novel, I thought I'd give it the blog today. -- DC



The Story

'The aged Mr. Geiser is bored in his Tessin house during torrential rains. He is so bored that he tries to make a pagoda out of crispbread and categorizes thunders (into rolling thunders, banging thunders, etc.). Rumors report a landslide, and that the valley is cut off. Fearing a total mountain slide that would bury the village and man’s knowledge, Geiser reads his encyclopedia, the Bible, history books, and cuts out/transcribes important information for posterity. He attaches the notes to the walls of the house.  Despite the weather, he wanders around. But, while wandering, he feels his physical limits, and the limited importance of man’s knowledge too. Geiser slowly loses his memory. The question arises: is memory needed or not -- "the rocks do not need my memory". Towards the end, Geiser suffers a cerebral apoplexiy that attacks his memory. Now it turns out that the fear of a mountain slide was the fear of cerebral apoplexiy; fearing the loss of man’s knowledge was fearing loss of his own memory. That is the parabolic aspect.' -- Wikipedia



The Book





The Excerpt


It should be possible to build a pagoda of crispbread, to think of nothing, to hear no thunder, no rain, no splashing from the gutter, no gurgling around the house. Perhaps no pagoda will emerge, but the night will pass.

Somewhere a tapping on metal.

It is always with the fourth floor that the wobbling begins; a trembling hand as the next piece of crispbread is put in place, a cough when the gable is already standing, and the whole thing lies in ruins—

Geiser has time to spare.

The news in the village is conflicting; some people say there has been no landslide at all, others that an old supporting wall has collapsed, and there is no way of diverting the highway at that spot. The woman in the post office, who ought to know, merely confirms that the mail bus is not running, but she stands behind the little counter in her usual care-laden fashion, keeping usual office hours, selling stamps, and even accepting parcels, which she places unhurriedly on the scales and then franks. It is taken for granted that state and canton are doing everything in their power to get the highway back in order. If necessary, helicopters can be brought in, unless there is fog. Nobody in the village thinks that the day, or perhaps the night, will come when the whole mountain could begin to slide, burying the village for all time.

Somewhere a tapping on metal.

It is midnight, but still no pagoda.

It started on the Thursday of the previous week, when it was still possible to sit out in the open; the weather was sultry, as always before a thunderstorm, the gnats biting through one's socks; no summer lightning, it just felt uncomfortable. Not a bird in the grounds. His guests, a youngish couple on their way to Italy, suddenly decided to leave, though they could have spent the night in his house. It was not actually cloudy—just a yellowish haze, such as one sees in the Arabian desert before a sandstorm; no wind. Faces also looking yellowish. His guests did not even empty their glasses, they were suddenly in such a hurry to be off, though there were no sounds of thunder. Not a drop of rain, either. But on the following morning it was drumming on the windowpanes, hissing through the leaves of the chestnut tree.

Since then, not a night without thunderstorms and cloudbursts.

From time to time the power is cut, something one is used to in this valley; hardly has there been time to find a candle, and then at last some matches, when the power is restored, lights in the house, though the thunder continues.

It is not so much the bad weather—

The twelve-volume encyclopedia Der Grosse Brockhaus explains what causes lightning and distinguishes streak lightning, ball lightning, bead lightning, etc., but there is little to be learned about thunder; yet in the course of a single night, unable to sleep, one can distinguish at least nine types of thunder:

1.
The simple thunder crack.

2.
Stuttering or tottering thunder: this usually comes after a lengthy silence, spreads across the whole valley, and can go on for minutes on end.

3.
Echo thunder: shrill as a hammer striking on loose metal and setting up a whirring, fluttering echo which is louder than the peal itself.

4.
Roll or bump thunder: relatively unfrightening, for it is reminiscent of rolling barrels bumping against one another.

5.
Drum thunder.

6.
Hissing or gravel thunder: this begins with a hiss, like a truck tipping a load of wet gravel, and ends with a thud.

7.
Bowling-pin thunder: like a bowling pin that, struck by the rolling ball, cannons into the other pins and knocks them all down; this causes a confused echo throughout the valley.

8.
Hesitant or tittering thunder (no flash of lightning through the windows): this indicates that the storm is retreating over the mountains.

9.
Blast thunder (immediately following a flash of lightning through the windows): this is not like two hard masses colliding; on the contrary, it is like a single huge mass being blasted apart and falling to either side, breaking into countless pieces; in its wake, rain comes pouring down.

At intervals the power goes off again.

What would be bad would be losing one's memory—

An example of something Geiser has not forgotten: the Pythagorean theorem. For that he does not need to drag out the encyclopedia. On the other hand, he cannot remember how to draw the golden section (A is to B as A + B to A; that he does still know) with compasses and set square. He knew once, of course—

No knowledge without memory.

Today is Tuesday.

Still no horns sounding in the valley.

Field glasses are no use at all in times like these, one screws them this way and that without being able to find any sharp outline to bring into focus; all they do is make the mist thicker. What can be seen with the naked eye: the gutter on the roof, the nearest pine tree in the grounds, two wires disappearing into the mist, raindrops gliding slowly down the wires. If one takes an umbrella and trudges through the grounds on a tour of inspection despite wet and mist, one can no longer see one's own house after only a hundred paces, just brambles in mist, rivulets, bracken in mist. A little wall in the lower garden (drystone) has collapsed: debris among the lettuces, lumps of clay under the tomatoes. Perhaps that happened days ago.

Still, one can get tomatoes in cans.

Lavender flowering in the mist: scentless, as in a color film. One wonders what bees do in a summer like this.

There are provisions enough in the house:

three eggs
bouillon cubes
tea
vinegar and olive oil
flour
onions
a jar of pickled gherkins
Parmesan cheese
sardines, one can
spices of all kinds
crispbread, five packages
garlic
raspberry syrup for the grandchildren
anchovies
bay leaves
semolina
salted almonds
spaghetti, one package
olives
Ovomaltine
one lemon
meat in the icebox

Later in the day there is more thunder; and shortly afterward, hail. The white stones, some of them the size of hazelnuts, dance on the granite table; in a few minutes the lawn is a white sheet, all Geiser can do is stand at the window and watch the vine being torn to shreds, the roses—

There is nothing to do but read.

(Novels are no use at all on days like these, they deal with people and their relationships, with themselves and others, fathers and mothers and daughters or sons, lovers, etc., with individual souls, usually unhappy ones, with society, etc., as if the place for these things were assured, the earth for all time earth, the sea level fixed for all time.)

No horns sounding in the valley.

What would be bad is losing one’s memory---

There is nothing to do but read.

Today is Wednesday, (Or Thursday?)

Weakness of memory is the deterioration of the faculty of recalling earlier experiences. In psychopathology a distinction is made between this and deterioration of the faculty of adding new experiences to the store of memories, though the distinction is only one of degree. In the brain diseases of old age (senility, hardening of the arteries in the brain) and other brain diseases, it is the latter faculty that deteriorates first.

At the moment he does not need his passport, but he could do with an aspirin for his headache, which is not raging, just irritating, and it would also be a good time to clean out his medicine chest, to throw away all the things of which he no longer knows the use: whether for itching or for acid in the urine, for heart troubles or for constipation, for gnat bites or for sunburn, etc.

The headache is gradually fading.

He cannot resist looking at his watch again; it reads seven minutes past six.

This evening will also pass.

He has plenty of time.

Ten years ago and in sunshine, it had been just a pleasant walk, an outing of two and a half hours there and back.

Nobody will ever hear of his outing.

--man emerged in the Holocene.

Geiser wants no visitors.

Geiser knows the year of his birth and the first names of his parents, also his mother’s maiden name, and the name of the street in which he was born, the number of the house—

That was seventy years ago.

Nature needs no names. Geiser knows that. The rocks do not need his memory.

Apoplexy, known popularly as a stroke, is a sudden loss of brain function, combined usually with paralysis and loss of consciousness, and often accompanied by loss of speech. The usual cause is the bursting of a cerebral blood vessel due to arteriosclerosis or hypertension, and the extent of the hemorrhage may be slight, or located in parts of the brain where its presence gives rise to little disturbance. Unless the vital areas of the base of the brain have been affected, in which case, death is likely to occur within a short period, a fair measure of recovery is possible. Another cause of the loss of brain function is the blocking of a cerebral blood vessel, preventing blood from reaching the brain. The paralysis usually affects only one side of the body. The paralyzed limbs are at first slack and immobile, but eventually they pass into a spastic stage.

In August and September, at night, there are shooting stars to be seen, or one hears the call of a little owl.




The Elsewhere


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The Videos


Max Frisch - Die Schweiz als Heimat? (Rede)


Max Frisch - Eine Biographie


Max Frisch Citoyen 1/10


Max Frisch - Selbstanzeige




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Love to watch a dom guy trash my car barefoot. Slam your feet on my dash, stomp dirt/food into the carpets/seats/dash, ash all over it, leave footprints all over the windows...totally disrespect it!

Respectful greetings to those SUPERIOR to me and 'HI' to my fellow brothers who exist at the bottom.





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To be honest i don't feel like a real man, maybe it's because I'm small and short. Sometimes i fantasise about stop pretending to be one. I believe there is a pecking order.

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I've discovered that I love having my ears pulled and tugged hard; the rougher the better. Clamps, clothespins, and anything else you can think of would be fantastic!

I would love to meet with guys who really get into it and wants to help me reach my goal of making my ears stick out more. Willing to travel just to experience these stuffs.

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being my age on this site seems to be a big deal...it makes me somewhat of a pariah....or maybe a Mariah...i don't know which....a diva or a deviant...why should I be embarrassed that I wasn't alive when Saturday Night Fever and the Bee Gees were popular? should I be embarrassed that I don't have an 8 track of the album somewhere....of course, nobody will be embarrassed thirty years from now that they listened to Royals and Blurred Lines, will they? who knows, you just might like a daft punk and get lucky....but if you are radioactive, I might get locked out of heaven...and if you don't know what the hell I'm rambling about, well, that makes two of us.....I am submissive, obedient and only show a picture if you have any interest...so many of you are so selective and choosy....and you know what? why shouldn't you be? this website is all about being cocky, getting cocky, being cocksure, Alfred Hitchcock, Peter's ol' tool... anything else you want it to be...that leaves all us younger slaves with wishful thinking...so if you want to needle me, why not? at least, I know you're into piercing....probably, mildred piercing, ugh...I'm not into scat... if you mean ella and sarah...and I'm not into buggery..that's way too much baggage....or maybe it's too much buggage...I forget which....and as for my interests...I run the gamut from a to z....agnes (who couldn't use more head?) to zsa zsa...(do you think if she ever gave any head -- it might have given her crow's feet)






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Whorish seriously twisted forever cunt cum-dump seeking a MASTER GOD to fuck me numb or destruction to change me.

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Hey guys, I'm 19 years old and always been a bit weird, some femmy tendencies too. Love history, graphic design, and music.

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I love to be abused but not to much
I love big cocks
I love to expresses how much i love you if I do
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Please no Face Pic, just your Big big big fist, looking for big big big fist,
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Mix blood. Half blood, Half alcohol.
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p.s. Hey. Okay, two things. First, obviously, you're getting your monthly slaves post a little early. And, secondly, the reason is that, late this afternoon, Zac and I will set off by ship for Antarctica where we will be spending the next 11 or so days and nights. As I mentioned before and somewhere around here, that means the blog will be going on hiatus while we're indisposed sans phone and probably without any internet access down there. I.e., this is the last post you will see and the last fragmentary p.s you will read until I'm safely back from Antarctica and in Paris again on March 12th. Assuming I survive, and assuming you survive whatever happens to you between now and the 12th, I will see you with a new post and a long catch-up p.s. then. Take care.

_Black_Acrylic presents ... Father Ted Day

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Welcome to a Day dedicated to a sitcom, one that I consider to be among the finest achievements of Western civilisation. Welcome to Father Ted Day! Now, will you not have a cup of tea? Ah, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on....





Father Ted is a sitcom that was produced by independent production company Hat Trick Productions for British broadcaster Channel 4. Written jointly by Irish writers Arthur Mathews and Graham Linehan and starring a predominantly Irish cast, it originally aired over three series from 21 April 1995 until 1 May 1998, including a Christmas special, for a total of 25 episodes. The show also aired on RTÉ Two in Ireland, and in Australia on Nine Network (season 1) and ABC Television (seasons 2 and 3).

Set on the fictional Craggy Island, a remote location off Ireland's west coast, the show starred Dermot Morgan as the eponymous Father Ted Crilly, alongside fellow priests Father Dougal McGuire (Ardal O'Hanlon) and Father Jack Hackett (Frank Kelly). Exiled on the island for various past incidents, the priests live together in the parochial house with their housekeeper Mrs. Doyle (Pauline McLynn).

The show revolves around the priests' lives on Craggy Island, sometimes dealing with matters of the church but more often dealing with Father Ted's schemes to either resolve a situation with the parish or other Craggy Island residents, or to win games of one-upmanship against his nemesis, Father Dick Byrne of the nearby Rugged Island parish.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Father_Ted





Now and again, you don't want a big sitcom with big casts, sets and story lines, like Blackadder 1 attempted, you want something simple, and nothing could be more simple than three priests, and their tea-maid, on an island, struggling through life. And with that simple start, comedic genius, as Father Ted leads Father Dougal (the simpleton) and Father Jack (pisshead) through one mishap after another. Its comedic genius is in its simplicity, a swearword, a fart, a cameo from Graham Norton or the lead of One Foot In The Grave, knowing that the Church must be cowering in horror at this make believe example of life, anything like that, just brings down the house, Its an Irish sitcom with British humour that anyone in the world can love. -- BigBadaBruce

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111958/reviews?start=10






Father Ted Crilly
Parish Priest. Played by: Dermot Morgan

Father Crilly was first sent to Craggy Island following a minor scandal and "financial irregularities" that saw him holidaying in Las Vegas whilst a little boy didn't visit Lourdes ("the money was just resting in my account"). Ted still dreams of a parish in America, television stardom and all the luxury trappings that would go with it...

Due to the insane world in which he resides, Ted continually finds himself in evermore embarrassing situations from which he has to extricate himself, often through a hugely complex web of lies. Despite his various vices, Ted has a good heart and does try to help people (even if it's only because they owe him money).





Father Dougal McGuire
Curate. Played by: Ardal O'Hanlon

Banished to Craggy Island following the notorious 'Blackrock' incident in which the lives of many nuns were irreparably damaged, Dougal is the cause of most of Ted's embarrassment and misfortune. With no grasp of the religion he professes to practice, a belief that Bishops love sci-fi and fumigate houses, and an inability to understand most of real life (Dougal has charts listing the difference between dreams and reality, and various things that do not exist), Dougal continually infuriates Ted. Nevertheless, he is Ted's best friend and immortal sidekick - even if he shouldn't be allowed to do funerals.





Father Jack Hackett
Played by: Frank Kelly

Jack was sent to the island following a particular wedding in Athlone, and other assorted incidents that are best not mentioned.

In a state of near-constant inebriation, past tipples for Jack have included 'Toilet Duck', 'Windoleen', various floor polishes, and an entire bottle of 'Dreamy Sleepy Nighty Snoozy Snooze' - which resulted in him being asleep for more than two weeks straight.

In his drunken state, Jack's vocabulary rarely stretches behind the four exclamations of "drink", "arse", "feck" and "girls", and he tends to rely on violence for further explanation. Naturally, Ted's often on the receiving end.





Mrs Doyle
Housekeeper. Played by: Pauline McLynn

The priest's housekeeper, Mrs Doyle is a woman with a tea obsession, who manages to get cocaine and raisins confused, and can change the mood of a conversation instantly. No one knows what happened to her husband (she only mentions him once) but her existence now seems primarily tea-and-cake based. Also noted is her talent for falling off the window sill when cleaning.

http://www.comedy.co.uk/guide/tv/father_ted/characters/








A show was based around the lives of three misfit priests who had been consigned to the most remote parish in Ireland – Craggy Island. Father Jack was a violent, womanising, alcoholic old priest whose vocabulary had been reduced to four words – “arse”, “feck”, “drink” and “girls”. Father Dougal was a six-year old trapped in the body of an overgrown six-year old, an outcast from the church since the incident at Black Rock (“Real people were hurt Dougal!” “Ah sure they were only nuns Ted”). Father Ted was the only relatively sane one, but also the most hated by the bishop, due to the funds for the cancer charity “resting” in Ted’s account while he was on holiday in Las Vegas.

Between them, they administered their own brand of religion to the insane, inbred locals of Craggy Island. Not to mention the large Chinese community.

The cast itself was brilliantly assembled. The three ages of Irish comedy were represented - Frank Kelly, it's glorious past, Dermot Morgan, its present, and Ardal O'Hanlon, fresh from winning the Perrier Award, the bright prospect of the future. It also managed to give a cameo to practically every Irish stand-up in the business at the time, regardless of their stature (for example, the unknown semi-professional Pat McDonnel got a starring role in one episode as singer Eoin McLove).

Despite the all-Irish cast and writing team, it was picked up by the English broadcaster Channel 4 . It’s a pity really – one of the funniest things about Father Ted was its mix of acid-drenched surrealism and absolutely spot-on observations about Ireland. Everyone in Ireland knows at least one Mrs. Doyle.

The show ran for three series (+ 1 Christmas special). After a slightly shaky start, it soared to the top of the ratings in the UK, which led to the rather funny sight of RTE desperately running to buy the rights.
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http://everything2.com/title/Father+Ted








Father Ted has always had a special place in my heart. Growing up in an Irish family, surrounded by Irish priests and nuns at school, it always struck me that Ted was a remarkably accurate portrayal of the insanity of Catholicism. I hear people talk about Father Ted as inspired surrealism but to me it's a documentary - every one of those "out there" characters exists in real life at a church near you.

Graham Norton's singing priest Noel Furlong is chillingly familiar to anyone who's been near the fringes of a church youth group, and Mrs. Doyle's sublimated sexual obsession is a pitch-perfect recreation of a particular type of Irish woman at a certain age.

Creators Graham Linehan and Arthur Mathews' ear for the banality of rural Irish dialogue is exceptional - easily as acute as Roddy Doyle's ear for the crackle of urban Irish. The pair happily admit that they were aided by some extraordinary central performances from the leads: can you imagine anyone other than Frank Kelly, Dermot Morgan, Ardal O'Hanlon and Pauline McLynn in the main roles? It just doesn't work.

Maybe the reason Ted stays in the memory is because it provided a consistent and believable universe - a strange island with a thriving Chinatown whose western side drifted off one day, where army ants roam uninhibited. You don't need plausible characters or situations to speak deep truths about the Irish, Catholicism and middle-aged desperation. -- James Donaghy

http://www.theguardian.com/culture/tvandradioblog/2008/jan/18/fatherted








Carl Lawson: You have written many of the greatest sitcoms ever, but most notably – Father Ted. What gave you the idea and inspiration to Co-create Father Ted?

Arthur Mathews: “I came from an Irish Catholic background with priests everywhere - including two uncles.”

Are any of the FT characters based on real people?

“Some loosely, some firmly. ’The dancing priest' was based on a real priest who 'danced for peace'.”

What was Dermot (Morgan) like to work with?

“Funny. He was always 'on'. Very generous and strangely vulnerable and sensitive.”

The biggest Father Ted secret is Mrs Doyle’s first name! It’s worth a try, but could you give us a clue as to what it is?

“Her name is buried within the pages of the Father Ted scripts book. Look very carefully...”

Apart from Graham, do you still keep in contact with any of the other Father Ted cast members?

“I see Ardal a bit. We keep in touch. Occasionally bump into the others too. I've done a bit of work with Patrick McDonnell ('Eoin McLove').”

http://thedailychuckleonline.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/arthur-mathews-genius-behind-father-ted.html








TNT Mgazine: Tell us a little about how you became a comic?
Ardal O'Hanlon: I studied BA communication studies in Dublin City University. Because it was a very new course there was a kind of giddy atmosphere in that faculty at the time. Myself and a bunch of lads joined the debating club with the intention of undermining the whole thing by making nonsense speeches. There was no great agenda or plan. After university there wasn't a lot of options for someone with a communications degree. Some friends and I didn't want to grow up and get proper jobs, so we started a comedy club in Dublin.

TNT: So when did you realise that you could make a career out of comedy?
AO'H: I was just doing bits and pieces of comedy in Dublin from 1989 to 1994. By then I had got the hang of it and I had a decent 20 minute comedy routine under my belt. In 1994 I moved to London, which was the centre of the comedy universe at the time. I spent a year travelling up and down the country, performing in clubs. It was a very exciting time.

TNT: How did you get the part in Father Ted?
AO'H: About a year after moving to London, I got the call asking me to go for an audition for Father Ted. The writers thought the character of Father Dougal might suit me, which looking back, is probably a bit worrying! I went along to the audition with very few expectations. About a month later I was called back for a second audition and at that stage Dermot Morgan (Fr Ted) was already on board. I was thrilled to get the part, but I thought that it was very unlikely that this show would take off in Britain. We thought it would be something to pass the time for a couple of months. We imagined that it would be aired in the middle of the night and nobody would ever watch it. When it came out in Ireland, people didn't respond to it in any great way at first. It was only towards the end of the first series that we realised that something was actually happening. People were beginning to tune in.

TNT: Which is your favourite episode?
AO'H: There are so many different bits of Father Ted that I like, it is really hard to pick. I always liked the milk float episode. It was a lot of fun to record. I also loved the Eurovision episode. I loved the actual music video of the song. I would really like to make a compilation of my favourite bits of Father Ted some time.

TNT: Did starring in Father Ted open many doors for you?
AO'H: It really did. Everything took off after that. I had been doing very well as a stand up comic already, but that was the limit of my ambition at the time. I enjoyed going to festivals around the world and didn't realise how many comedy festivals there actually were until I started doing stand-up.

TNT: There were a lot of comedians who went on to do well off the back of Father Ted...
AO'H: Father Ted was groundbreaking in a way because the writers were happy to use comedians instead of actors. That was brave, because it isn't necessarily true that comedians make good actors. We did three series of Father Ted over four years, but it only took about three months of the year to record. So in-between recording I was either trying to write my novel, or continuing to do stand-up shows. Father Ted really opened doors for me in terms of television work as I got a lot of offers after it ended. I ended up doing five series of My Hero for the BBC as well as some other television work for ITV.

http://www.tntdownunder.com/entertainment/interviews/confessions-with-ardal-ohanlon-from-father-ted








Frank Kelly: "When I first saw the script for Father Ted it was a page of directions and movements followed by one word, then another page of directions. It was brilliant.

"The two writers had seen me on Hall's Pictorial Weekly - I played a ballistic county council character who, like all satire, was based on a real person.

"I used to have these explosions of energy and lunatic conversations so I think the writers remembered this when they were thinking about Jack.

"Bairbre is a great judge of scripts so when she said it was going to be brilliant I signed the contract. We did three series and a Christmas special.

"The best thing about Father Ted was the closeness of the people involved. It was a small unit and everyone got on extremely well.

"We didn't always socialise together but I do miss the closeness."

The show which also starred the late Dermot Morgan, Ardal O'Hanlon and Pauline McGlynn, has won a string of awards including Best Channel 4 Comedy at the British Comedy Awards in 1996.

And Frank revealed the shock the show members felt at the sudden death of Dermot Morgan in 1998.

"We had finished filming on the Friday night and I went home. I'd gone to mass on the Sunday and when I came home my son told me that Dermot was dead.

"It was as if someone had kneed me in the groin. It was horrendous shock and a terrible trauma for us all. We didn't realise how much we loved him until he was gone.

"He was quite a clever guy although he hated to be seen as educated. But I didn't realise his death had affected me until a few nights later when I was sitting at home watching television.

"Suddenly a volcano of grief welled up inside me and I started howling like an animal.

"It could never be the same after Dermot's death, the circle had been broken.

"There was not going to be any more Father Ted's anyway - the writers had decided that before Dermot's death.

"I didn't mind the show coming to an end - every job comes to an end at some stage. But one advantage of being a stage actor and a journalist was that I was able to survive - I knew I'd be able to find a job. I also did a fair bit of stand-up comedy in the past so there were plenty of things for me to choose from.

"Acting is a very brutal business. A lot of people are damaged psychologically by rejection which is why I have always tried not to take it too seriously.

"The hardest thing for an actor is to be out of work. Before I got the role as Fr. Jack work was very thin on the ground.

"I had some terrible personal debts and I nearly had to sell my house. Then my career took off, largely because of Father Ted. Every actor has his or her dark moments but I have been largely spoilt.

"I never regretted choosing acting as a career. In another lifetime I probably would have been a barrister, but I am just grateful that I have been successful in the career I've chosen.

http://www.thefreelibrary.com/Interview%3A+Frank+Kelly+-+Drink,+girls,+feck%3A+I+take+it+all+with+a...-a060172878








The real story goes something like this. In the early 1990s, Linehan and his good friend Arthur Matthews, two mediocre music hacks from Dublin with no real ambition other than to try and write some comedy, relocated to London – more specifically to a small flat in Kilburn. The proprietor was Welsh comedian, Griff Rhys Jones, who charged them little money to stay there.

Not having to worry about earning the money to pay high rent prices meant the writing duo could spend endless hours at home writing thousands of comedy sketches and keeping themselves amused. And Jones, well he became a useful contact in getting the scripts to the right people.

The initial idea was that they would make a mock-style documentary called Irish Lives. The first episode was about a priest called Ted, who visits his friends in the seminary in Maynooth College.

They sent the idea into Channel 4, who said they liked they what they read, but insisted on a whole sitcom based on the priest sketch.

Linehan and Matthews immediately got to work on writing the entire first series of what eventually became Father Ted. And for the next four years the two writers became inseparable.

“You know it’s a lovely thing when you’re in the zone writing, and you just can’t stop thinking of (bursts out loud laughing)…funny ideas, and that’s what it was like working with Arthur,” Linehan says. “As a result I think there was a special magic to our relationship. It was like the two of us had this playground, where we were drunk on each other’s company, and as a result we were just coming up with jokes, morning, noon and night.”

“Also, because we were flatmates, we were going in and making the programme, then going home and watching TV together, then waking up the next morning, and writing. We were just constantly in each other’s pockets,” he adds. “I think if it wasn’t that intense, Father Ted wouldn’t have been the programme it was. The working relationship might have gone on a little longer if we had eased off a bit on each other though.”

http://www.irishpost.co.uk/entertainment/graham-linehan-father-ted-was-a-specific-kind-of-magic








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p.s. Hey. So, I'm back. As of yesterday afternoon, if you want to start with my official re-ensconcement in Paris. The trip was just amazing, from start to finish, and Antarctica itself was otherworldly and incredible. Truly. I won't say too much about all of that today because I'm kind of spaced out and, mainly, because I'm putting together a big post about the trip, so I'll save the colorful details and all of that until then. By 'then', I mean either on Saturday or Monday depending on how quickly my brain-plus-fingers cooperate. For now, we reengage courtesy of this awesome post by the mighty _Black_Acrylic about a TV show thing that I, at least, had never even heard of until I got this guest-post in the mail. I'm going to be investigating it along with (hopefully) you today. Please do investigate 'Father Ted', or refresh yourself if you're already clued in about it, and then say something to _B_A, okay? Awesome. And thank you a ton for wiping out the blog's extended blank so magnificently, Ben. All right, so let's start to catch up, shall we? ** David Ehrenstein, Hi, D! Oh, yeah, I read something about the US's recent polar period, if that's what you meant. It actually wasn't as scary/deathly cold down there where Zac and I were as had been anticipated. Around -5 degrees mostly. Tang, ha ha, no. The food was actually kind of okay mostly. When I could eat it. That two-day ship trip from Ushuaia to Antarctica and vice versa through the infamously rough, choppy Drake Channel is pure misery. 48 hours straight of nausea and vomiting, by me and by a bunch of the other passengers, although Zac survived it with flying colors. So excited to see the new Wes Anderson. I think it might be playing here now. I need to check. I think there's the beginnings of a Max Frisch revival going on maybe. Hope so. One of Gisele's and my future projects is an opera, 'Bluebeard', which will partly adapt Frisch's great novel of the same name. That 'Voynich Manuscript' thing is fascinating, thank you. I might do something on the blog about it maybe. You like the Jarmusch? Cool, me too. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi! Nice to see you! Conferences, cool, or cool in theory? When and what are they? Your talkativeness was nice, no prob. I'm a little too disoriented this morning to blab too much, but my intake function seems to be prepped and working fine. I hope you found 'Providence' interesting. Really sad to learn that Resnais died while I was away, although he worked until the very end. My trip had no boredom or torment. Well, it did get a little boring at times when we were stuck on the ship for periods of really bad weather, I guess. ** Thomas Moronic, Hi there, T! Now I remember why I vaguely thought I knew the name 'Love Liza'. I'll see if I can see it. Yay, I get to come home and try to wake up to one of your classic slaves ripostes. Or ... well, sort of ripostes. Might not be the right word. Lovely, lovely. I don't have the cognitive abilities to respond to your glories in ...kind (?) this hazy morning, but thank you! My travels were safe, yes. You been good? What's been going on? ** Steevee, Hi, Steve! I'm impressed (about your Lil' Wayne sighting). I didn't know that I was in the ID channel promo for the JT Leroy show, but I did manage to watch the episode when I got back to civilization (Ushuaia). I don't know if you watched it, but it's amazing that a story that is inherently very interesting and complex for better or worse could be rendered so dull and superficial and banal. And the recreations were completely ridiculous. Let me just say, if there is any question, that I did not and will never live in a chi-chi condo with Chinese vases displayed on antique tables and a view overlooking the ocean and etc. Anyway, what a blah thing that show turned out to be. ** Bill, Hi, Bill! Great to see you! There's a new Ben Marcus collection? I should delve into it. Hogtiemenow was super DC's, no? We need him. What's been happening, my man? Are you out of town yet? ** Pisycaca, Montse! My old pal! Longest time no see! Awesome! Yes, Zac and I were in Argentina when we weren't in Antarctica or Chile. Really, really liked Buenos Aires. Super interesting city. How are you? Any chance for a catch up on what's going on with you? Love, me. ** James, Hi, James! It's a terrific book. 'TMitH', I mean. I've heard of Jonathan Crary, but I don't think I've read '24/7' or maybe anything by him unless I'm spacing out, which is likely. Huh. Sounds quite interesting. I'll check for it. ** Toniok, Hi, man! It's a really good book, or I think so, I mean. I'll go see what 'The Tongueing' is in a bit. Thanks a lot, pal. You good? What's up? ** White tiger, Hey, buddy! Aw, thanks. I'll do my best on the trip slideshow. I know, BOUND2BY KANYEWEST, so good. The slave name, I mean, not the thing it was taken from itself. What's up? What's your latest? How are you? ** Grant maierhofer, Hi, Grant! 'And Every Day was Overcast': no, I don't what that is. It's about Antarctica? I'll google that title and see what's what. It wasn't always overcast there, but it often was that and snowing. Very cool to hear about the novel revising. I can't wait to get to that phase with mine. Yeah, I'd love to hear more about that anytime. Oh, wait, now that I've glanced at the tumblr by the author of that book, I think maybe it's not an Antarctica thing. The tumblr looks swell. I'll look into it closely when my brain regains full consciousness. Thank you a lot! ** Sypha, Hi, James! I did have fun, lots and lots of it, thank you! What's new? ** Misanthrope, Georgie! It was safe. Or I was safe. It was mostly safe. One of the mountaineering guides fell in a bottomless crevasse on one of the hikes, but got saved because we were all tethered together and hauled him back up. That was the least safe moment, I think. Like I said to Steevee, I thought the JT Leroy 'Imposters' thing was really dull and dumb. Ha ha, I think your mom probably thought the guy playing me in the recreations was me. He was pretty skinny. Skinnier than me anyway. Feel better? How come you're sick and I wasn't. Well, if nausea and vomiting for 2 days doesn't count as sick, which I guess it does. ** Etc etc etc, Hi, Casey! Has the dissertation been finalizing itself to its/your satisfaction? That's exciting! We didn't come across any monsters down there. About a billion penguins, though. Man, they smell awful. ** Pilgarlic, Hi, man! Yeah, that storm you mentioned was building just as our ship started its horrible trip back from Antarctica to 'civilization', and we got the outer edges of it, meaning even choppier seas than usual, and I was a green-faced, vomiting wreck as a result. There was no tree on the boat to lie under, no. And if the anti-seasickness patch I wore and the tons of ginger I ate helped, I could barely tell. But enough whining about the trip's very minor downside. How are you, my friend? ** Rewritedept, Hi, Chris! Oh, man, you are so awesome for sending in those guest-posts! They're going to help save the blog's ass 'cos getting it up to speed again is going to be a chore. Thank you! The first one will launch on the day after tomorrow, and I'll give you the dates on the others soon. Yeah, thanks so much! Argentina was loads of fun, yes. I'll talk about it or try to portray it or whatever in the post I'm making. My camera was just my iPhone, and it did not like the cold very much, but Zac's proper camera handled it pretty well, or one of his proper cameras did. The other one fell off the kayak it was suction-cupped to and into the irretrievable depths of the ocean, which, you know, really sucked. I saw so many penguins that I really don't need to ever see another penguin. Nice film festival you had there. I'm not so into 'Brazil', but I seem to be a rare non-fan. Oh, I like '400 Blows' okay. It's just that back in the day it was hyped as a great, important film all the fucking time, and that made me grouchy about it. Cool that you're working on stuff if 'Hey Ma' has to be delayed. A late happy birthday to you, man! Yeah, sure, I knew about the new GbV album. I'm pretty up on all things Pollard. It's amazing. Did you know that there's yet another new GbV album finished and ready for release already? ** Scunnard, Hi! How's it? Nothing much to report for good reasons, I hope? Yeah, I'll tell/show what happened on Zac's and my end in a post soon. ** Paul Curran, Hi, Paul! Thank you for the warm welcome. I made it. I did. How are you? ** Torn porter, Hey, buddy! Awesome to see you! Oh, yeah, I'll get on preparing to lay out the recent trip starting today, I think. And I'll see you very soon, it seems, cool. All is well? ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben! Thanks billion for being the one to revive this place. Great post. Very curious to see what its what is all about today. How have you been? ** Alexp336, Wow, hey there! Of course I remember you. It's really sweet to see you back. Back like me. What's going on with you? How have you been, etc.? ** Creative Massacre, Hi, Misty! I didn't freeze, no. It was cold, for sure, but it wasn't as terrifyingly cold as I had imagined or anything. You good? ** Empty Frame, Hey! No, we were spared deaths by avalanche. Never saw any of those. A fair amount of very nearby calving glaciers, though. Amazing time, you bet! Unbelievable! Painting commissions, cool. Trip report very soon, and, in the meantime, very lovely to see you! ** Okay. We've re-begun. Sorry for any spaciness that showed through in my text. I'm not quite with-it entirely yet. Now, go be _B_A's post's eager readers and investigators, please. Thank you! See you tomorrow!

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'The death of Jean Eustache shocked but it didn't surprise. His friends said he was suicidal. He held on to life only by a small number of threads, so solid that one thought them unbreakable. The desire for cinema was one of these threads. The desire not to have to film at any cost was another. This desire was a luxury and Eustache knew it. He would pay the price.

'It's not much to say that he was born to cinema with the Nouvelle Vague, a little bit after it, but with the same refusals and admirations. It's not much to say that he was an "auteur," his cinema was mercilessly personal. That is to say, mercilessly tied up with his experience, to alcohol, to love. Filling up his life in order to make the material of his films was his only moral code but it was a moral code of iron. The films came when he was strong enough to make them come, to bring back what he made in life.

'In the thread of the desolate 70s, his films succeeded one another, always unforeseen, without a system, without a gap: film-rivers, short films, TV programs, hyperreal fiction. Each film went to the end of its material, from real to fictional sorrow. It was impossible for him to go against it, to calculate, to take cultural success into account, impossible for this theoretician of seduction to seduce an audience.

'The audience was with him once, when he made the most beautiful French film of the decade, THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE. Without him, we would have no face to set to the memory of the lost children of May Ô68: lost, already aging, talkative and old-fashioned. (Bernardette) Lafont, (Jean-Pierre) Léaud and especially Françoise Lebrun, her black shawl and her stubborn voice. Without him, nothing would have remained of them.

'An ethnologist of his own reality, Eustache could have made a career, become a good auteur, with fantasies and a vision of the world, a specialist of some sort in himself. His moral code prohibited it: he only filmed what interested him. Women, dandyism, Paris, the country and the French language. It's already a lot.

'Like a painter knowing that he'd never quite finish, he never cased returning to the same motif, using cinema not like a mirror (that's for the good directors) but like the needle of a seismograph (that's for the greats). The public, one moment seduced, would forget this perverse ethnography that had the bad manners to keep coming. An artist and nothing but an artist (he didn't know how to do anything except make films), he held to the contrary the speech of an artisan, simultaneously more modest and proud. The artisan weighs everything, evaluates everything, takes on everything, memorizes everything. Thus Eustache worked.

'One year, some Moroccan friends had organized a complete retrospective of his work in Tangier. A strange idea. A brilliant idea. All the reels, the heaviness, the age, the rust, the incredible number of kilograms that THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE represents were put into a diplomatic case, crossed the sea and found themselves in front of assiduous Moroccan cine-clubgoers. Would Eustache come? It was difficult to make him leave Paris, we thought. But he came and remained two days. The projection of the Eustachian opus took place, outside of time, for this audience, unprepared for all these stories of sex and desire, of the French countryside and the fauna of Montparnasse, was disconcerted. Eustache would disconcert them even more. His mildness, his patience and his manner of responding to questions with an indecipherable mix of irony and gravity, surprised everyone.

'Tangier wasn't Paris nor the port cafes the Closerie de Lilas, but we searched for a late bar to have a beer and talk about cinema. Eustache spoke of his masters, with whom he didn't compare himself, of Pagnol and Renoir, these other artisans who came before him. I will never forget the way in which he made them live again in his language, shot by shot, with his accent. It shocked but didn't surprise. Eustache resembled his times too much to be comfortable. He ended by losing. Too bad for us.'-- Serge Daney (trans. Steve Erickson)



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Further

Jean Eustache @ IMDb
'Of Flesh, of Spirit: The Cinema of Jean Eustache'
'Jean Eustache: He stands alone'
'The Way We Are'
Jean Eustache @ mubi
'L'invisible Jean Eustache'
'Jean Eustache Retrospective Looks At A Bold French Filmmaker'
'His Little Loves: The life and films of Jean Eustache
Jean Eustache @ strictly film school
'No Wave: The Cinema of Jean Eustache'
'Que reste-t-il de Jean Eustache?'
Jean Eustache @ The Criterion Collection
'Pourquoi les films d'Eustache sont peu visibles'
'“THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE” REVISITED'
'The List: Jean Eustache'
Harmony Korine on Jean Eustache'
Jean-Jacques Schuhl 'Jean Eustache aimait le rien'



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Extras


2009 rencontre avec Jean Pierre Léaud suite à la projection de 'La Maman Et La Putain'


Les cafés narbonnais à travers les films de Jean Eustache

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Naissance du Cinéma Narbonnais : Jean Eustache


'Rest in Peace, Jean Eustache'




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Interview
from La Revue du Cinéma (1971)




You’ve made four films that to me seemed to indicate a personal path in our cinema. Now, you want to do something completely different. Where does this break between the films you directed before and the last one come from?

JEAN EUSTACHE: I decided to break with the films that I was making because they were suffocating me.

Why were they suffocating you? Wasn’t it a kind of cinema that had already broken away from the system, as much in terms of how it was made (production and direction) as by its choice of subject matter?

JE: Yeah, but as I was working more in an artisanal manner, I didn’t really feel like I was challenging the system. Instead, I felt like I was always doing the same thing but, above all, it’s less in relation to the cinema than in relation to myself that the problems were presenting themselves. Each film was making life more difficult. When I’d finished one, I was always thinking I was going to be able to see things differently, to live a little better, and it was the opposite that was happening, I was living worse and worse...

From what point of view? From a financial point of view or from the point of view of what you had wanted to make or express?

JE: Well, I was making films in a very egotistical way, to be able to free myself in some way and to try to live a bit more casually. In fact, I had, instead, a heavier and heavier weight on my shoulders. That’s why I was shooting so few films. I was thinking a lot and, between the films that I was making, a certain number of ideas would come to mind that I’d abandon along the way. I would only finalize one of them about every two years. And, each time, I didn’t manage to find a path that let me live and work at the same time because, for that, making a film that means a month or two of work every two years isn’t sufficient. And then, every time that I attempted something, I wasn’t managing to go further in the chosen direction; I felt like I had to change direction.

You mean you were disappointed with the results? Unsatisfied?

JE: But you’re always a little disappointed, you always hope to do better. You achieve something and, yet, you had hoped it would be better... Most of the films I’ve done have pleased my friends, have been pretty well liked around me, which cut off my need to make something else immediately. If I had only been met with incomprehension, I would maybe have insisted, I would maybe have fought. Since everything was going simply outwardly, since people liked them, each time I thought I’d achieved my goal, but, at the same time, by my own standards, I wasn’t very satisfied, however I told myself: since the main thing is fine, since they say so, it should be enough...

It seemed too easy to you that your films were liked without any problems?

JE: That’s it, I didn’t really try to do better. And, at the same time, as I was going to the movies less and less and I was very disappointed when I did go, I was very happy to be outside what was being done everywhere. In the end, I no longer felt like being a filmmaker, like making films. And the questions that I was asking myself for more than a year came to this: why do we make films? What is it for? I found myself in the most total confusion and I considered giving up movies. I had always enjoyed working on other people’s films more than my own. For what is in other people’s films, when I edited them, I felt like I thought more deeply about them, that I brought more to them. The work I’m most happy with in cinema is that which I've accomplished on other people’s films and not on my own ones...

What do you call “fun”?

JE: Fun? Well, there are people who feel the need to take a vacation or who have one of Ingres’ violins, if they work all week... Before, quite a while ago, I was seeing 3 or 4 films a day, I was going back to see the films I liked 7 or 8 times, and I could completely lose myself in these films, only think about them. Now, I can’t anymore, I watch films worse than an ordinary viewer. I have as much trouble seeing a film as reading. I think about other things. Sometimes, when you're reading, you suddenly notice that you were absent minded and you have to start over. For films, it’s the same thing. I see something and I don’t know what I saw. I have to go back to know, because I have a vague impression of something, but nothing more... But, to go back to your question, if I tried to make films for “fun,” the actual direction wasn’t a part of the enjoyment, it was, instead, a considerable effort and, in fact, a lot more difficult than enjoyable. Above all due to the lack of money. The first two films that I shot, with actors, might have been very enjoyable to do but, for financial reasons, the undertaking was very perilous. Then, for the documentaries, I had less need for money. I shot La Rosière and Le cochon in a day each, but I still had to do an hour long film in a day. That requires effort, spending considerable energy in a short amount of time. I caught up with myself a bit while editing. Okay... But, still, I find that these films, whatever is interesting about them, come from a clear conscience. You’re very happy when you do the opposite of what others do, when you do better, when you think you do better or when people say, “It’s very good.” And, in fact, it’s demobilizing.

But, still, doesn’t anxiety let go of you?

JE: No, it moves a bit. Paradoxically, you notice that you’re not understood at all. I would have been better understood if they had told me that it’s bad or it’s worthless. Because I would have maybe tried to prove more, to go deeper. Instead I was thinking, “I’ve got a hell of a nerve and they’re still being fooled...”

Do you not think that in France, in 1971, you are practically alone against millions of viewers. There are friends who support you, morally more than anything else, but you’re alone in front of this mass because, at the most, everyone or almost everyone doesn't take cinema seriously...

JE: I agree. But I defined my position as utopian from the start. I don’t know where I’ll go, but I know where I am. Whatever the price of my attitude, as there’s a financial problem - spend money making films and keep them without getting anything back - this position is, for me, the only one possible, and not even from a moral point of view, it’s my only chance of succeeding at something. I don’t have a choice. If I show it, I won’t earn more money and the film will be like dead, ineffective, whether or not it is liked. I want out. One of my films, Le Père Noël a les yeux bleus, was liked, according to what I could read and hear in film clubs and theaters where it was shown. The release of my films in theaters or underground theaters has cost me money. I don’t want to talk about money, but, still, you have to...

Absolutely. When you talk about cinema, you have to talk about money...

JE: You have to talk about that only. Okay. I’ve always been glad people like Le Père Noël. I said to myself, “Here, I didn’t do it for nothing, I tried expressing something and people understood it.” So, Le Père Noël was liked by certain teenagers, which really pleased me. Besides, this film was conceived from my own memories, I felt very alone, an adolescent, and I wasn’t finding myself at the movies or elsewhere: so I made this film out of this frustration and I was very happy when 16 or 17 year olds, who maybe didn’t know exactly why, found something in it. And then, there were also people my age who remembered their adolescence and even the oldest people sometimes, but there was, in the first place, those who it spoke to now. And that was a huge joy for me... But I’m not a “Good Samaritan,” I didn’t make this film to help others, but to live. I was delighted my film was liked this much, but I still need to live.

And to use pretentious language, while admitting that I brought something, no one brought me anything in exchange, in any case, so it’s like I was robbed and suffocated at the same time. I gave something until I was suffocated, until I was destitute, until I had nothing more to say and nothing to do. And nothing in exchange. It’s was like vampirism. I sucked my own blood. My blood was pumped out and that’s all, I was left there. So, I reacted, I don’t want any more, so be it...



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9 of Jean Eustache's 14 films

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Le Père Noël a Les Yeux bleus (1966)
'Made with leftover film given to him by Jean-Luc Godard, Jean Eustache interwove the stock from the former director's 'Masculin/Feminin' with his own 52-minute study of a group of young men in a small French province and their attempts to earn money and meet girls. Jean-Pierre Leaud (who starred in both films) is Daniel, the protagonist/narrator. As in the Doinel films by Truffaut, Leaud acts as a sort of alter ego figure for Eustache. Desperate to buy a stylish winter coat, Daniel accepts a local photographer's offer to dress up as a sidewalk Santa Claus to pose for photos with passerby. Once his identity is concealed in costume, Daniel discovers, the town's inhabitants treat him far differently; namely, attention from the girls who'd earlier brushed him off.'-- Karina/IMDb






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Le cochon (1970)
'Le Cochon, which Eustache co-directed with Jean-Michel Barjol, records the slaughter and dismemberment of a pig and the process of transforming the dead animal into various food products. It’s Eustache’s most beautiful film because it’s his most curious and graceful. He and Barjol filmed the movie over the course of a single day, shooting footage separately and then editing together; their purpose was primarily to observe, to record. There’s a great affinity between this film and the documentaries of Frederick Wiseman-a similar directness (there are no voice-overs, explanatory titles, or interviews) and a similar luxurious freedom from preconception or interpretation. Wiseman, passionately and with an almost missionary desire, shows us things neglected by almost all other filmmakers-the banal, allegedly undramatic daily experiences of cops, teachers, welfare workers, hospital workers, judges, soldiers, and so on (experiences that of course prove to be almost ridiculouslydramatic and full of interest). The same attitude radiates from every moment of Le Cochon– the delight of making a faithful record of an experience, both the experience of the filmmakers over the course of one day and the daily experience of the farmers. The movie begins with the slaughter of the pig, a wrenching thing to witness-but instead of passing judgement on the farmers, it opens out into something much more generous and understanding, a portrait of a way of life, an appreciation of physical work, of daily toil, of the process of transforming one thing into another.'-- Senses of Cinema






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Numéro zéro (1971)
'Almost the entire hour and three-quarters of Jean Eustache’s 1971 film Numéro Zéro is filled with the director’s interview of his grandmother Odette Robert on Feb. 12th of that year. Eustache includes in the film the conditions of its production—the director himself is seated at the table with her, pours her some whiskey, speaks with the camera operator, manipulates the clapboard at the head and tail of the reels, and even takes a phone call from a foreign firm that wants to distribute one of his early short films. Odette Robert had come from her home in the provinces to live with Eustache in Paris and help care for his son Boris (who is seen, at the beginning of the film, helping guide her through the streets of Paris—she had recently had eye operations and had to wear dark lenses, including on-camera). In the light of Numéro Zéro, Eustache seems like something of a cinematic archeologist, who looks into and through the images of his times to extract the living history in a desperate attempt to confront, honor, and exorcise it—and perhaps even to revive it, to the extent that, even in its agonies, he acknowledges the unlikeliness that life would ever be so full again.'-- The New Yorker


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The Mother and the Whore (1973)
'The Mother and the Whore is considered Eustache's masterpiece, and was called the best film of the 1970s by Cahiers du cinéma. It won the Grand Prix of the Jury and the FIPRESCI prize at the 1973 Cannes Film Festival. The film created a scandal at the Cannes Film Festival, as many critics saw the film as immoral and obscene or, in the words of the broadsheet Le Figaro, "an insult to the nation", while Télé-7-Jours called it a "monument of boredom and a Himalaya of pretension". After gaining little public recognition despite receiving praise throughout the years from critics and directors, such as François Truffaut and other members of the French New Wave, Eustache became an overnight success and internationally famous after the film's Cannes premiere. He soon financed his next film. The critic Dan Yakir said that the film was "a rare instance in French cinema where the battle of the sexes is portrayed not from the male point of view alone". James Monaco called it, "one of the most significant French films of the 1970s". Jean-Louise Berthomé said, "I am not sure that La mama et la putain, with its romances of a poor young man of 1972, doesn't say something new." Pauline Kael praised the film, saying it reminded her of John Cassavetes in its ability "to put raw truth on the screen - including the boring and the trivial". The film's reputation increased over time. In 1982 the literary magazine, Les Nouvelles Littéraires, celebrated the tenth anniversary of the film by publishing a series of articles on it.'-- collaged


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Mes Petites Amoureuses (1974)
'Eustache told Luc Moullet he wanted Mes petites amoureuses"to reconstruct [my] childhood: every wall section, every tree, every light pole." But the film's actual relationship with nostalgia is ambivalent. Much of it is a vision of adolescence-as-purgatory, with 12-year-old Daniel uprooted from his familiar, bucolic life with his grandmother to live in Narbonne with his mother (Caven) and her lover (that Eustache would become a trenchant critic of sexual permissiveness should be understandable—it apparently wrecked his childhood). The domestic existence he finds with her is an entombment; the "boyfriend" is a Spanish émigré farm laborer, José (Dionys Mascolo), who seems almost mummified by disappointment. Caven has a wet, waxen pallor and a mortician's makeup job. The couple sit and tobacco-stain the gaudy wallpaper; the one time they leave the apartment together, they silently sit across the canal from the teeming life on the town's main promenade and smoke. They're afraid to be seen out: José's divorce hasn't been finalized, it's explained. The film touches abstract, private feelings with in the most discreet of gestures: a pan over the reassuringly familiar objects on a mantelpiece; a first long train journey seen through dozed-off ellipses. The soft-edged, plein air cinematography—Néstor Almendros channeling Claude Lorrain—is crushingly picturesque.'-- Moving Image Source


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Une sale histoire (1977)
'In this short film from Jean Eustache, a group of friends sit down and, with little prelude, listen to their friend (Michel Lonsdale) recite a story about when, as a young man, he discovered a peephole in the ladies toilet at a small cafe. He describes the etiquette surrounding this peephole for the resident perverts in the cafe, and relates how viewing female vaginas soon became his sole obsession, and, finally, how he overcame this obsession. His friends listen, discuss, and the movie ends. At least, the scripted portion does. Then we see the same story, with nearly identical dialogue, related by Jean Noel-Picq, for real. This second monologue is actually a documentary filming: the first monologue was actually filmed second, with professional actors this time. Naturally, hearing the exact same story twice in a row takes much of the edge off. At first, it's a hilarious, oddly compelling story. The second time, we are subjected to it because, according to the introduction to the screening, Eustache wants to show that there's no such thing as objective truth.'-- edwartell






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Le Jardin des délices de Jérôme Bosch (1980)
'C'est l'évocation qui fonctionne dans Le Jardin des Délices de Jérôme Bosch, confirmant l'importance qu'Eustache accorde à la parole. Mais, comme dans ses grands films, la parole se fait ici visuelle, picturale. Pour venir en appui des mots de Picq, il vient faire de fréquentes coupes sur le tableau lui-même, mais jamais pris dans son ensemble, plutôt abordé comme une sorte de chaos d'éléments étranges qui viennent presque heurter le calme du discours. Très belle idée d'avoir choisi un des tableaux les plus explosifs qui soient pour le charger d'une telle sérénité. Du coup, Bosch sort de ce cliché de punk du Moyen-Age auquel on le cantonne souvent : il devient un sage joyeux et concentré, élégant et finalement simple d'abord. Ce petit film qui ne paye pas de mine rend au final un hommage vibrant et subtilement intelligent à la peinture dans toute sa force d'évocation.'-- shangols






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Offre d'emploi (1980)
'Voilà le dernier film de Jean Eustache, celui qu'il a réalisé juste avant de se faire sauter le carafon, et c'est vrai que quand on le regarde on a quelques tendances suicidaires qui jaillissent. Dans la lignée d'Une sale Histoire, ce court-métrage pratique un humour tellement pince-sans-rire qu'il en devient privé d'humour, ce qui est remarquable. C'est juste de la colère, ou plutôt du désespoir, mais qui a encore le dernier sursaut de la critique politique. On suit le cheminement d'un homme qui postule pour un emploi, et Eustache dissèque soigneusement chaque étape de la chose : on souligne la petite annonce dans le journal, on a un premier entretien, on écrit la lettre de motivation, qui se retrouve entre les mains d'une graphologue, etc. Offre d'Emploi est assez mystérieux, sûrement trop court pour qu'Eustache parvienne à aller au bout de la critique acerbe qu'on sent poindre. Visiblement le projet est de démonter la déshumanisation complète des rapports entre offre et demande dans le monde de l'entreprise. A force de scruter avec des méthodes artificielles la psychologie des demandeurs, le processus devient monstrueux, privé d'affect. Le dernier plan, montrant un premier de la classe vanter les mérites de l'analyse sémantique des entretiens d'embauche, fait froid dans le dos. Le monde décrit ici est glacial, totalement désabusé, et Eustache met bien le doigt sur la monstruosité des rapports professionnels si aboutie aujourd'hui. La mise en scène est sèche mais inspirée (alternance de gros plans qui enferment les personnages chacun dans leur univers, un magnifique travelling lattéral lors du premier rendez-vous qui dévoile subtilement le malheur de ces chômeurs en attente), le ricanement est omniprésent, mais on aurait aimé que pour son adieu au monde, Eustache ait la possibilité d'aller plus loin, de montrer cet engrenage de dément jusqu'à son aboutissement.'-- shangols






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Les Photos d'Alix (1980)
'Alix leafs through her photo album with a friend. She shows him the pictures and tells how and when they were taken. Gradually her comment becomes less realistic and her descriptions take on a more poetic and imaginative character. Eventually her comment bears no relationship anymore to the photographs. Les photos d'alix is a cinematic essay, with a light-hearted starting point, enabling director Jean Eustache to examine the way we represent reality. Photos and film may be able to capture reality, but reality does not have real meaning until the artist gives his interpretation of it. For Eustache the relationship between reality and its representation is the starting point for his total oeuvre. Therefore, the traditional dividing line between documentary truth and fiction is not really interesting to him. But as he was backed up by a positive response to his works he was never forced to make any concessions in order to make his feature films less 'real' or his documentaries less playful. Les photos d'alix was his last film. Eustache committed suicide in 1981.'-- IDFA







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p.s. Hey. ** les mots dans le nom, Hi. Yes, back I am. The coffee there, by which I'm guessing you mean Argentina, Chile (?) was fine when it was fine. Nothing struck me about it. Pecan pie sounds nice, yum. I'm pretty rested. It's only 5 hours time difference, weirdly, between Paris and there, so I'm barely lagged if any. ** Marc Vallée, Hi, Marc! Awesome to see you! I'll do my utmost on the trip post. You good? ** David Ehrenstein, Thank you, David. Good to see you. ** Pisycaca, Hey! Great to read you too, my friend. I've seen a ton of mentions of 'True Detective' on FB, and it seems to be the show that everyone is into right now, but that's literally all I know about it. I'll see if I can stream an episode or something. Big love from me! ** Steevee, Hi. Pukeathon, ha ha, yeah, thanks for your condolences. Nausea so incredibly sucks. That screenplay sounds really fascinating, Steve. Really interested to hear more when you have more you want to say. And, hey, that's you who translated the Daney text I used today, no? Gracias! Bill Laswell, whoa. Weird. I haven't thought about him in ages. He has done so many things, great and also really bad. Curious. ** Sypha, Happy to be back in exactly one piece, yeah. ** Rewritedept, Hi. It was more that I got tired of smelling penguins than seeing them, I guess. I like some Gilliam a bunch. I think it's really only 'Brazil' that bugs me. ** _Black_Acrylic, Thank you, Ben. I watched some of the clips, and that show was pretty hilarious and sharp. Great find, thanks! ** Will C., Well, hi there, Will! I'm good, thanks, and you sound good too. 'Kicking it' always implies a nice form of goodness in my experience. 'The Hobbit', interesting. I watched that second Hobbit movie on the plane back from Buenos Aires. It was all right, I thought. Take care! ** Bill, Hi, B. Hong Kong, cool. You're going to see Angkor? Crazy. I want to hear all about that. And the film fest sounds pretty fruitful. I.e., Lavant + Ming-Liang = whoa! Etc. ** Paul Curran, Your book is so imminent, it's wild. I can't wait to celebrate the shit out of it here. There's a trailer? By Bill? Wow! I'll watch that the very first second that I am made capable of watching it. Everyone, the great Paul Curran's novel 'Left Hand' is due out very soon, as you may know, but did you know that there's a trailer for it devised by the one, the only Bill (Hsu), artist and d.l. supreme? Well, you do now. It's imbedded at the bottom of the p.s. Go watch it now or as soon as humanly possible, okay? ** Misanthrope, Hi. Oh, that's nice, or I guess so, that your mom knew who was me and who was not and thought I was svelte. I am, I guess, I don't know, who knows. No, I seem non-sick in the viral sense, just post-sick in the physical circumstances sense or something. Yeah, the guide. I thought it was a prank, or that he was doing that to scare and/or amuse us, and it still has this faked, comedic thing about it in memory, but he and everyone else swears that he actually fell near-fatally into a crevasse, and I think I was thought to be heartless or something like that by everyone to even suggest otherwise. ** Brendan, Hey, B! Howdy! Thanks, man. I'll try to tell you as best I can or something. You way good, dude? ** Kyler, Hi, man. Nice to be back. Thanks. Yep, being published, especially the first time, is a test of all kinds of one's internal strengths and notions about oneself, one's value, everyone else, etc. Spooky shit, but worth it. Keep keeping on, K. ** Alexp336, You're pretty memorable. SF, wow, that is different than London. I'm glad you're working on something. Seems like 9 out of 10 things end up fizzling out without one even realizing it. It's weird. Immigration stuff, ugh, best of luck with that. I spent years dealing with immigration issues from the sidelines/ frontlines, and it was hell. ** Thomas Moronic, Hi, T. Wow, Therapy?. Such a weird band, or weird in the sense that they were such a huge deal and critical darling in the UK in their prime, and outside of the UK no one could figure out what in the world the UK saw so strongly in them, or I couldn't, and no one else I knew could. They were untranslatable or something? I should go see if I can figure out their thing at last. ** Okay. Jean Eustache is a fascinating filmmaker who has been semi-forgotten, which is strange and very inappropriate. See what you think. See you tomorrow.


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