by Pier Marton | Jan 12, 2013 | Death, Film, Hispanic, History, Human Rights, KeyFilm, Media, Poet, Politics, Sci/Nat
¡La Memoria Existe! Memory Exists! Yo creo que la memoria tiene fuerza de gravedad. Siempre nos atrae. Los que tienen memoria son capaces de vivir en el frágil tiempo presente. Los que no la tienen, no viven en ninguna parte. P.G. Nostalgia de la Luz I am convinced...
by Pier Marton | Jan 2, 2013 | Dance, Film, KeyFilm, Music, Racism, Roma, Wars, Women
From India, through Egypt, Turkey, Hungary, Germany, France and Spain, the Roma have traveled… and now that entire film and others are online, on YouTube. Twenty years later, Latcho Drom’s visual and musical delight echoes through time. Version anglaise,...
by Pier Marton | Aug 31, 2012 | Art, Death, Film, France, Future Tech, Idées, KeyFilm, Media, Now, Poet, Spectacle, Time, Travel, Wars, Women
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by Pier Marton | Jul 12, 2012 | Art, Asia, Care, Death, Doc, Ego, Exp, Health, History, Human Rights, Ideas, KeyFilm, Magyar, Now, Poet, Politics, Racism, Tech, Video, Wars, Women
NYC JULY 12 2012 a rare screening of my piece “Like Men” The last time it may have played in NY was at the New Museum, (curated by Marcia Tucker in her show “The Other Man: Alternative Representations of Masculinity alongside the B&W naked...
by Pier Marton | Apr 26, 2012 | Art, Highlights, History, Humor, Ideas, KeyFilm, KeyText, Media, Politics, Teach, Women
The 1972 classic BBC four hour series – 40 years ago, still with a punch – Impossible to purchase, except in book form which is like trying to ingest the freeze-dried ingredients for a soup… This is a sound and visual event, a must see for anyone...
by Pier Marton | Oct 8, 2011 | Art, Asia, Care, Dance, Death, Doc, Eco, Ego, Film, Highlights, Human Rights, Humor, Ideas, KeyFilm, Mystery, Objects, Poet, Politics, Review, Sound, STL, Teach, Time, Video
– more about non-violent media – PEACE My short review: Are you familiar with Barthes’ “Degree Zero of Writing,” Lévinas’s philosophy of caress* or Ozu’s elliptical cinema? For the viewer of this astounding film these came to...