tale about good and evil

film by herz frank from 1978
what a masterpiece!

the blind owl

"I write only for my shadow which is cast on the wall in front of the light."

quote from the splendid persian little book the blind owl ( بوف کور Boof-e koor) from 1937 by sadegh hedayat

a link to the full story:
http://www.angelfire.com/rnb/bashiri/BlindOwl/blindowl.html

story of night

inspired by james joyce’s novel ulysses, in 1979 clemens klopfenstein began capturing the atmosphere of 150 european cities after midnight.
locations and sounds amalgamate into a strange, lovely, gloomy, fictitious, simple, optical and acoustic sensation of night.

man without qualities

“To get through open doors successfully, it is necessary to respect the fact that they have solid frames. This principle, by which the old professor had always lived, is simply a requisite of the sense of reality. However, if there is a sense of reality – and no one doubts its justification for existing – then there must also be something we might call a sense of possibility. Whoever has it, does not say, for example, this or that has happened, will happen, or must happen here; instead, they invent: this or that might, could, or ought to happen in this case. If they are told that something is the way it is, they think: Well, it could just as well be otherwise. Thus, the sense of possibility can be defined as the ability to conceive of everything there might be just as well and to attach no more importance to what is than to what is not.”

perreo

this dance is called perreo and is a derivate of african-american grinding and booty dancing, jamaican reggaeton, hip hop and freak dancing and classical latin american dance moves from salsa and merengue. in many places, including cuba, perreo has been forbidden by the state, in atlanta they even closed a club and the club owners were sent to jail because the kids were dancing perreo. it´s mainly popular in latin america and the name alludes to "dog" (el perro) and all kinds of "immoral", "dirty" stuff. people also describe the dance as having sex in clothes. some prudish, puritan, eurocentric feminists or self-proclaimed post-colonialists consider it sexist and misogynic. but effectively it´s the woman´s but that rules the game. she defines the rythym and speed and the male just bounces behind her, mainly decorating her bum. it´s a dance that originates from the slums, from people who are mostly surrounded by poverty and crime. i guess you don´t give a dang about the promises of some kind of tomorrow you don´t know, when poeple are shot for some drugs just around the corner. maybe that´s also why perreo apostrophizes sex so much. because sex is life and that´s what they´ve still got, so they live it with every inch of their ecstatic bodies.

pasolini´s porcile

flesh and fabrics

these voluptuous, long bodies of ingres´women. their delicate, whitty little heads and these big, soft fleshy bodies on beds of blue and yellow velvet or dark green silk. a dessert of a woman. a tiramisu of a woman. a luxurious muffin of a woman.
jean auguste dominique ingres (1780-1867)

ne pas

savoir qui est son père, c´est ça qui guérit de la peur de lui ressembler.
toute recherche oblige.

richard billingham

richard billingham (born 1970).
taking pictures of your father.

the counterfeiters

"Novel by Andre Gide, published in French in 1926 as Les Faux-Monnayeurs. Constructed with a greater range and scope than his previous short fiction, The Counterfeiters is Gide's most complex and intricately plotted work. It is a novel within a novel, concerning the relatives and teachers of a group of schoolboys who are subjected to corrupting influences both in and out of the classroom. In a progression of unconnected scenes and events, the novel approximates the texture of daily life. Schoolboys of diverse ages and dispositions attend the Pension Azais. Some are suspected of having attempted to circulate counterfeit coins. Edouard, an author writing a novel entitled The Counterfeiters, observes that if a counterfeit coin is thought to be authentic, it is accepted as valuable; if it is found to be counterfeit, it is perceived as worthless. Therefore, he concludes, value is wholly a matter of perception and has nothing to do with reality. The counterfeiters are thus representative of those who disguise themselves with false personalities, either in unconscious self-deception or through conscious, hypocritical conformity to convention." (quoted from The Merriam-Webster Encylopedia of Literature)

circus

the wandering people, drifters, tramps, rogues, hobos, vagabonds.
thanks to my two wonderful friends, today i saw the best and most touching circus of my life. it was a small family with four great and so witty children, three boys and one little 2 year old girl who were running the circus all by themselves.
usually i´m not too fond of circuses because this whole display of attraction and sensation is something i´m not so much after. but today in this particular circus consisting of one little circle of a few kids with their parents in the audience, what you could see were the tricks and banal little sensations of a family. a father playing with his little girl, a mother doing balancing acts with her little boy, a couple of fat, lazy animals running around in circles.
it was precisely the anti-sensation, the anti-stunts and anti-stuntmen that made everything so holy. all the little mistakes and the long waiting for the punchline in the gags that sometimes never came, the pride in the kids´eyes, their costumes and excited dancing when they were waiting for their acts and watching their siblings perform, their mom rushing outside from her balancing act in the pause to sell candy and fairy floss.
these are probably the last examples of true vagrant lives. all the children born in different cities. constantly on the road. noone but themselves and these strange, displaced animals.
it kind of made me think of jonas mekas´film lost lost lost. forever disrooted, constantly on transit, always homeless and strangers. their lives seemed so tough and relentless and all the effort they put into their show so dramatically existential that you could sense the candid sincerity of the strong emotional way the audience was moved, laughed and celebrated this little family that had even set up the tents by themselves.
their show was tinkered so strikingly human and mythical it almost made me sad.
maybe the same way clowns are always the saddest people in the world. because they recognize the falsity and absurdity of almost all customs, costumes, identities and lives, playfully display their vanity and try to trigger your laugh when you could just as much cry about it all.
what the family had achieved was so wonderful and romantic and archaic, but at the same time, so out of time, so unavailing and tough, you didn´t know if you´d wish for them to go on forever and ever or maybe just stop to offer the kids a little easier lives. it was really a tragically beautiful little show.

marlene dumas

the loneliness of the phantom of sex.
never inside.
never there.
always a ghost.
vanishing.
the morbidity of giving in and giving yourself away.
the loneliness of desire.

vilhelm hammershoi

vilhelm hammershoi (1864-1916).
the stillness of the placement of the furniture silently displaying order, measure and cadence of the time. the way the human is subordinated by the architecture, the clock and beat of his time.
somehow i always hear a clock when i see these pictures.
the light traces on the wooden floors, the windows and doors and backs and necks. everything is subtle and at the same time powerful. that white neck of the girl in front of the oven.
the fading colors, the plainness, the blue and grey, the nordic melancholy of a felt ocean.

the white ribbon

i don´t why i find it so difficult to talk about this film. i just saw it last weekend for the first time and was so tense and had such ungood feelings in me that i couldn´t even just go home after having seen it, and had to go around the block in this misty, cold night and go for a drink.
first of all, almost needless to say, the photography is merely beautiful and the storytelling so radically minimal, ascetic and full of openness and secrets and mystery, that you simply have to call it a masterpiece. no doubt about that. the pictures often reminded me of the danish painter vilhelm hammershoi, who i very dearly love and who also focuses on backs, doors, empty rooms, silent and somber atmospheres, -but always in a very delicate and fragile way.
-one thing i found really haunting about this film was the voices. the way these children spoke german and pronounced the words. the slowness and carefulness. as if dead children were speaking. i can´t call it anything else but haunting.
a lot of dreyer and early bergman and bresson was also quite visible.
i know very little about this time, the beginning of world war one. maybe the most through kafka or heinrich mann, but i don´t know if i can really agree with what the film suggests about it.
i do agree about how authoritative relations and societies, repression and punishment will lead to a fetishization of the same and the things that are negotiated as sins, crimes or perversion. punishment evokes revenge, repression evokes eruption and prohibitions evoke transgressions.
that´s pretty evident.
i also like the way we, as an audience, are lead to believe in some kind of conspiracy behind all the strange and terrible incidents, although most probably one thing doesn´t have anything to do with the next. we start to raise suspicion and in the end it really seems to us as if the children were some kind of conspirative, evil force, standing behind all of it. probably also because we know, historically, that these children will be the nazis in 20 years from the time of the film. although there is really no evidence, except for the killing of a bird as an act of revenge and the throwing of the baron´s boy in a lake out of anger, that the children are in charge of any of it.
but precisely this is what makes the film so intrigueing. we are always looking for someone in charge, for someone to be responsible and in guilt. there is a constant suspicion (dürrenmatt).
that immediately reminded me of the persecution of the "witches", the jews, the communists, the gays, the gypsies, and all the other poor scapegoats of history. this is probably connected to the belief in "sin" and "evil" as entities in general.
dürrenmatt writes in Problems of the Theatre, 1955:
"The universal for me is chaos. The world (hence the stage which represents this world) is for me something monstrous, a riddle of misfortunes which must be accepted but before which one must not capitulate. The world is far bigger than any man, and perforce threatens him constantly. If one could but stand outside the world, it would no longer be threatening. But I have neither the right nor the ability to be an outsider to this world. To find solace in poetry can also be all too cheap; it is more honest to retain one's human point of view."
In The Pledge, 1958 he writes:
"The trouble is that in all these mystery stories an altogether different kind of fraud is perpetrated. I am not even referring to the fact that the criminal has his punishment meter out to him. Such pretty fairy-tales are morally necessary too, I suppose. They are in the same class with the other lies that help preserve the State, like that pious phrase that crime does not pay, whereas anyone has only to look at human society to find out how much truth there is in that... No, what really annoys me is the plot in your novels. Here the fraud becomes too raw and shameless. You built your plots up logically, like a chess game; here the criminal, here the victim, here the accomplice, here the master mind. The detective need only know the rules and play the game over, and he has the criminal trapped, has won a victory for justice. This fiction infuriates me. Reality can be only partially attacked by logic."
haneke is really good at that, his film certainly isn´t logical. but what is really so strange is that except for two girls (the baron´s shy and darling nanny and later in the film a girl who has pity for a disabled boy who will be tortured and cries) noone is this entire film has any kind of passion or altruism in their faces. they act like controlled automats. and this makes things so unbelievable to me. because i know, that even though society was repressive and authoritative and compulsive, people did nonetheless laugh and were at times joyous and playful. and this of course makes the way history went even more mysterious and incomprehensible, because these people were precisely not controlled automats, but people that were not fundamentally different to us.
it´s a very strange and sinister dynamic the way these terrible ideologies progress and lead to the most abysmal atrocities. and i don´t think the human is a wolf in hobbes sense. neither do i follow rousseau. but i really did miss the light of some kind of humanity in this film. maybe that´s my personal ideology, i don´t know. one of the most striking and phenomenal scenes to me, was when the little boy brings his father a new bird.
haneke is indeed outstanding with his kid actors.
but i still don´t know so sure about what this film really left me with. maybe that´s what´s so good about it.

in the desert on a horse with no name

pierre perrault

my fingers are shaking while i´m writing this and excitement is rushing through my heart like the christmas crowds in macy´s.
pierre perrault (1927-1999), another reason to love québec even more (there are so many prodigious filmmakers coming from québec, it won´t stop astounding me), is considered by many a "poetic documentarist", a cinéma vérité director or an ethnofiction filmmaker. i´ve only seen his film "pour la suite du monde" so far and was so affected and impressed by its beauty and humanity and the fantastic idiosyncratic speach of its protagonists, the sublime photography and narration. i loved this film from the very first minute on. the old faces, the communities, their communication, their thoughts and bodily expressions, silence and talking, the landscapes, the myths, the rhythm of their lives and their environment. it´s an extraordinary, simple, delicate, strong, humble and tender film with a timeless grace.
perrault worked in poetry, prose, essay, cinema, theatre and radio.
what a discovery! knowing about perrault feels like finding out those grey, radiant rocks in central park are from the dinosaur age. raising.

of whales, the moon and men

"Legendary cinéma vérité filmmakers Pierre Perrault and Michel Brault were attracted to Île-aux-Coudres for two reasons: the language of the people who lived on this small island in St. Lawrence and the whales. For centuries the fishermen of Île-aux-Coudres had caught belugas. The souls of the dead were invoked for a successful catch, and a unique technique was used: the men sank a trap of saplings into offshore mud at low tide to capture the white whale, a tradition that was abandoned in 1920. This feature-length film made in 1962 is the unrehearsed story of what happened when old-timers of the island were persuaded to revive the practice. And through the magic of words and the mystery of the catch, the film uncovers a spirituality rooted in the moon and the rhythm of the tides. Of Whales, the Moon and Men is more than adocumentary; it is a fresco of the myths and legends among the traditional fishing communities of Quebec. In French with English subtitles."
via: http://www.onf-nfb.gc.ca

blanchot

in the firmament of time.

-when i looked at this nice picture for the second time, i thought to myself in german: oh blanchot has "segelohren" (german word for jug ears). i couldn´t remember the english word for "segelohren", and if you translate it literally, it means "sailing ears". and then i thought, well well...
sailing ears!
sailing on the oceans of the vibes, the words and sounds and winds. sailing away with the ears. i will coin this term now.
sailing ears.

the alphabet

roland barthes: a lover´s discourse: fragments (the alphabet of a lover)
gilles deleuze: abécedaire (the alphabet of a philosopher)
georges bataille: l´abbé c (the alphabet of a heterologist and novelist)
diderot & d´alembert: encyclopédie (the alphabet of universalist enlighteners)
johann heinrich zedler: großes vollständiges universal-lexicon aller wissenschaften und künste ("Great Complete Encyclopaedia of all Sciences and Arts") (the alphabet of a mega universalist)
krafft-ebing: pyschopathia sexualis (the alphabet of (alleged) sexual deviations and perversions)

going from a to z is kind of crazy.

autoethnography

synthesizes both a postmodern ethnography, in which the realist conventions and objective observer position of standard ethnography have been called into question, and a postmodern autobiography, in which the notion of the coherent, individual self has been similarly called into question. The term has a double sense - referring either to the ethnography of one's own group or to autobiographical writing that has ethnographic interest. Thus, either a self (auto) ethnography or an autobiographical (auto) ethnography can be signaled by "autoethnography".
(Communication as Autoethnography, p. 110-122)
Autoethnography, as described by Authur Bochner and Carolyn Ellis shows “…people in the process of figuring out what to do, how to live, and the meaning of their struggles”
(Communication as Autoethnography, p. 111)
(Bochner, Authur P. and Carolyn S. Ellis, Communication as Autoethnography. Communication as… Perspectives on Theory. Eds.Gregory J. Sheperd, Jeffrey St.John, Ted Striphas. Thousand Oakes, CA: Sage, 2006.)
As Carolyn Ellis describes it, autoethnography uses the conventions of literary writing: research, writing, story, and method that connect the autobiographical and personal to the cultural, social, and political. Autoethnographic forms feature concrete action, emotion, embodiment, self-consciousness, and introspection portrayed in dialogue, scenes, characterization, and plot. Thus, autoethnography claims the conventions of literary writing.
Sondra Perl and Mimi Schwartz, authors of Writing True: The Art and Craft of Creative Nonfiction, state that research (family sources, notebooks and journals, interviews, surveys, printed media, the internet, and personal experience) has a central role in creative nonfiction (143 & 155-159).

"In departing from the traditional stance taken by anthropologists, who study 'others' ethnographically, this timely book (Auto/Ethnography: Rewriting the Self and the Social) explores forms of self-inscription on the part of both the ethnographer and those 'others' who are studied. Informed by developments in postmodernism, postcolonialism, and feminism, this is an original contribution to the growing dialogue across disciplinary boundaries. The chapters build upon recent reconsiderations of the uses and meaning of personal narrative to examine the ways in which selves and social forms are culturally constituted through biographical genres. Ethnic autobiography, self-reflexivity in ethnography, and native ethnography raise provocative questions about a range of issues for the contemporary scholar: authenticity of voice; ethnographic authority; and the degree to which autoethnography constitutes resistance to hegemonic bodies of discourse. Examined here in a variety of cultural and political contexts, writing about the self offers challenging insights into the construction and transformation of identities and cultural meanings." (text from amazon)

all of the orange words are words that really arouse me. i never figured that so many videos on youtube, blogs and literature i read are autoethnographic. but they are.
autoethnography, i like you.

ethnofiction

is a neologism which mainly refers to docufiction, a blend of documentary and fiction film. It’s used in visual anthropology as ethnography.
Jean Rouch is considered to be the father of ethnofiction. Ethnologist, he soon discovers that, always interfering in the event which it registers (the ritual), the camera becomes participant. The exigency in research of a non-participating camera is a preconcept denied by practice. Going further in his attempts, Jean Rouch introduces the actor as a tool in research. A new genre was born. (Jean Rouch and the Genesis of Ethnofiction – thesis by Brian Quist (Long Island University). Robert Flaherty, «avant la lettre», may be seen as the grandfather of this genre.
Being mainly used to refer to films in the domain of ethnology as a branch of science, the term ethnofiction is as well adequate to refer to documentary films in the field of arts with meaningful tradition, preceding and following Rouch’s oeuvre. It may also be useful to designate any fictional creation with an ethnographical background.
(quoted from wikipedia)

marker

one of my favourite films by the cat lover, bolshevist, second life lover, travel guide writer, science-fiction filmmaker, owl lover, animal video artist, hater of pictures of himself, two birth dates holder, subway passionate, wrapped in mystery chris.marker

the day job

a day job is the job you have to do to afford to do the work you want to do.
many good people worked in insurance companies as day jobs. franz kafka or wallace stevens for example. and also many interesting people were lawyers.
maybe if you do a job that is really EXTREMELY despicable it makes you more of a genius in your artistic work, because you start to despise yourself and this critical self-impeachment sharpens and alerts your senses and your consciousness even more and then you start to do what you feel you have to do with even more chutzpah and impudence and even more emphasis and vigor.
self-contempt!

history

is the shambles of the people.
hegel

fresno

i don´t know why i love this name so much.
fresno.
maybe because fresno makes me think of a past i never had.
a woman arriving at a train station in fresno.
a man losing his memory in fresno.
a hospital on a meadowy mountain in fresno.
an airport in fresno.
a time in fresno.
that winter in fresno.
when everything changed in fresno.
when it all stayed the same in fresno.
the day my dog died in fresno.
walking through a street in fresno.
getting lost in fresno.
making love in fresno.
a hotel in fresno.
nowhere in fresno.
i´ve never been to fresno.