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The Void and its Pressure

Posted by on Jan 1, 2016 in Art, Care, Complexity, Death, Doc, Education, Ego, Hispanic, Ideas, NON, Now, Peace, Poet, Site, Spectacle, Text, The Future, Time, Violence, Wars, Women, Words, World, Youth |

An interview with Pier Marton, translated from the Spanish. Excerpts: “what follows does not represent ideas but stands for a lived-through experience — something which by definition can neither be communicated nor argued with… what needs to be unlearned is beyond our grasp… it is by becoming somebody that one crowns a successful education — self-distinction, self-inflation are inculcated from the start… what is being discussed here corresponds to the very same silence that Rimbaud and Gauguin may have experienced through their exiles, or through death’s notorious silence… It should be evident that when something tragic takes place, words are failing us. Those crises contain a form of wisdom and clarity which would be good to apply during our “normal” states — not only during those dramatic transitions, when we don’t know what is happening. We actually never know what is happening and, in finding speech inadequate, words should always fail us. […]

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THE SCHOOL OF NO MEDIA

Posted by on Jan 1, 2016 in Action, Art, Care, Complexity, Death, Doc, Eco, Education, Ego, Free, Health, Highlights, Human Rights, Ideas, Media, Now, Peace, Poet, Religion, Site, Spectacle, Time, Violence, Wars, World |

On January 1st, World-Wide Wishful Thinking Day, the Grand Opening of the School of No Media! Excerpts from the front-page: “We live as if tomorrow did not exist, ignoring the imminent oblivion that awaits us all… but it does not stop there. The fact that experience is not transmissible compounds all of our mistakes, and our planet steadily falls apart. Full of wishful thinking, we want to believe… but nothing is a surprise anymore. What we know strangles us: reality is off limits and immediacy has gone. Our universe is built up to the extent that alienation, separation, isolation – and for some of us, exile – have become the very fabric of our existence, the only turf we inhabit.
Both centrality and normalcy as a whole are two of our major hoaxes, but again it goes further: like some kind of tautological monstrosity, we are so full of ourselves, we have become the victims of our own centrality” […]

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ERVIN MARTON IN LOS ANGELES

Posted by on May 12, 2015 in Art, Doc, Ego, France, Idées, Now, Photo, Poet |

May 14th – July 3rd, 2015 – Cohen Gallery is pleased to announce ERVIN MARTON – PARIS: THE POSTWAR YEARS, an exhibition of work from internationally celebrated classic photographer Ervin Marton (1912 – 1968). Born in Budapest, Austria-Hungary in 1912, Marton was trained in drawing and sculpture as a youth, and taught himself photography. By the mid-1930s, Paris had grown as a haven for artists as well as… […]

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-empyre- This Month on “ISIS, Absolute Terror, Performance”

Posted by on Nov 3, 2014 in Action, Art, Death, Ego, Genocide, History, Human Rights, Ideas, Media, Middle-East, Now, Peace, Politics, Security, Shoah, Spectacle, Theater, Time, Wars, World |

For the month of November 2014, I have been invited to be one of a number of guests on this listserv of more than 1900 participants. Here is an excerpt from one of the organizers, Alan Sondheim: “The world seems to be descending into chaos of a qualitatively different dis/order, one characterized by terror, massacre, absolutism. Things are increasingly out of control, and this chaos is a kind of ground-work itself – nothing beyond a scorched earth policy, but more of the same. What might be a cultural or artistic response to this? How does one deal with this psychologically, when every day brings new horrors? Even traditional analyses seem to dissolve in the absolute terror that seems to be daily increasing. … we want less political analysis or politics for that matter, and more, a form of personal/cultural testimony that is rarely written. What of anguish? What of inconceivable torture? What of a planet tending wildly towards overpopulation, extinctions, local wars, starvations, all producing despair, breakdown, anomie? In other words – how does one sleep at night?… the very absence of discussion in general, about the interiority of absolute violence, opens the subject up here.” PLEASE JOIN IN […]

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Les Nuits de Michaux’s Nights

Posted by on Nov 29, 2013 in Art, Ego, France, Highlights, Humor, Mystery, Peace, Photo, Poet, Sci/Nat, Theater, Time, World |

Like Cioran, Lévinas, Michaux was often awake at night… Moi: L’insomnie des longues nuits./Me: The insomnia of long nights. Des fourmis rouges et leur acide formique une semaine plus tard…/ Fire ants and their formic acid a week later… Michaux: “Dans le secret de ma petite chambre, je pète à la figure de mon Roi… Cependant il est bien évident que c’est lui le Roi, et moi son sujet, son unique sujet.” – “In the secrecy of my little room, I fart in my King’s face… However, it is quite obvious that he is the King, and I his subject, his only subject.” Extrait de Le Grand Combat (1927) “Il l’emparouille et l’endosque contre terre ;
Il le rague et le roupète jusqu’à son drâle ; Il le pratèle et le libucque et lui barufle les ouillais…” /Excerpt from Le Grand Combat (1927) “He grabowerates him and grabacks him to the ground; He rads him and rabarts him to his drat; He braddles him and lippucks him and prooks his bawdles… ” […]

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