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Damián Szifron’s Wild Tales

Posted by on Mar 27, 2015 in Film, Hispanic, Humor, Jewish, Music, Review, Theater, Violence, Women |

LAST DAY IS THURSDAY! – AT THE TIVOLI IN ST. LOUIS: Wild Tales/ Relatos Salvajes/Les Nouveaux Sauvages/Storie pazzesche/Jeder dreht mal durch! My review (an excerpt): the humor is explosive, the jokes hard-hitting, the dysfunctional machine is perfectly well-oiled! Society has a great many constraints but if we go outside, we can feel sooo free! Damián Szifron, the director of “Wild Tales” explores what lies beyond the rules, when we lose control… and anything can happen. After breaking the all-time record of attendance in Argentina, it was nominated […]

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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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Drones For Fun…

Posted by on Oct 2, 2014 in Afri, Dance, Humor, Peace, Spectacle, Tech, Theater, Video, Wars |

… and neither for war nor for business! A collaboration between the Cirque du Soleil, Verity Studios and ETH Zurich. “Intimacy, wonder, playfulness and grace… Is there a future for this in the performing arts? Absolutely, we’re just getting started.” – Raffaello D’Andrea, Professor at ETH Zurich, Founder of Verity Studios AG – “Each of the quadcopters that you see in the film has a name, a personality and even some element of motivation.” Welby Altidor, Montreal, Canada (Executive Director of Creations/Executive Creative Director/Creative Content at Cirque du Soleil) [Clips Included]

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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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