The most important and emotionally accurate moment in director Steve McQueen’s Steven Spielberg-eque evocation of slavery is due to Alfre Woodard. About half way through the film, Woodard, one of our greatest actresses, sits on a verandah, her cheeks rouged, pouring tea. She is a slave married to [more]
Bevor ich mich nun ab morgen endgültig dem Vergnügen hingeben darf, die Liebesgeschichte zu erzählen zwischen mir und meiner Mama und meiner damaligen Freundin Mirale und ihrem mich dann ablösenden Liebhaber Hans aus dem Jahre 1984 vor dem Hintergrund eines vermaledeiten Jugendtrips zu den Gedenkstätten der Vernichtung im [more]
Jacques Lacan did not trust language. The French psychoanalyst’s suspicion of words was serious: In his late theories, he rejected them altogether as form of expression. “Where words fail, something else is appealed to” – he used mathemes instead: Why was language so dubious and equivocal to Lacan? [more]
A theory of art has to make a connection with a theory of the subject, because the subject has the status of something made, of a construction. The subject asserts its subject-form, among other things, through the assertions of form which are artworks.
In order to fill (even further satisfy) ourselves with greater quantities and qualities of joy we must cultivate indifference to unnecessary questions that originate in the past, in relationships between those outside of ourselves. I want to have what I want before having the chance or taking the [more]
Where is your entry for today? I am waiting! Desperately!! I was checking 60pages already several times today and even got tempted to write about you. But then I don’t know you at all. Also people might compare my blogs to yours (and that would be a huge [more]
As Told by the Holy Woman in Her Own Words A Hundred or So Years after the End of the World The baker opened an ancient white icebox in the corner and took out a dish of butter and a wheel of cheese. Then he drew two flagons [more]
Walk in Mitte, part 2. Iggy everywhere. On books, on cups and plates, on posters. It is like Iggy Pop is a saint to Berlin and he might replace the Berlin bear one day. I saw Iggy five times today on my way to Spirit Yoga, more often [more]
The Magnetbahn was a 1.6 km magnetic levitation line built in 1984 to connect Gleisdreieck to the Kulturforum adding a futuristic quality to the composition, especially of the latter. M-Bahn was an elegant and effortless device that re-used Gleisdreieck station’s platforms and elevated tracks, after bending them a [more]
The Guitar Lesson, from 1934, by Count Balthasar Klossowski de Rola, better known as Balthus, is a forbidden work. In 1934, it was shown in Paris for fifteen days only. Covered, in the gallery’s back room. In 1977, it appeared at Pierre Matisse’s 57th Street gallery in New [more]
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“Tout d’abord, je trouve que la première condition pour un artiste est de savoir nager.” (Arthur Cravan. Dans: Maintenant n°4, 1914)
The little capsule shelters her far out in the dark, hostile, endless space while circling around earth with zero gravity. Houston doesn’t answer. She doesn’t know where her signal would connect to, until she links into an AM radio wave, probably while being over Chinese territory. She hears [more]
We still don’t know if it was all fake. The fake Catholic chapel? The fake Caucasian priest (with his perfect Japanese that still sounded wrong)? The fake nuns with their big cross necklaces? The fake blossoms we were throwing at the newly wed. The fake Olive tree we [more]
It happened. Claire trumped Francis. And I was surprised, I was not stunned, it was only TV after all. But after a while, this is the thing with a series, you are they. So when I wrote yesterday that the marriage of House of Cards was one of [more]
Most movie reviews now are like restaurant reviews. They write out the plot like it’s a menu and sort of say whether they like what they ate, meaning that reviewing is no longer about criticism but consumption. If it’s big British film they are more or less obliged [more]
The bounty of everyday life makes me wonder how we might enact our own austerity program. To be clear I would like more not less consumption. By this I simply mean that we can be a better bourgeoisie, better for ourselves, further into the mire of pleasures. This [more]
From Orson Welles. Volume 2: Hello Americans by Simon Callo: Agnes Moorehead gave an account of working with [Welles] that illuminates the way he collaborated with actors. She felt the scene [in The Magnificent Ambersons where Aunt Fanny’s (Moorehead) feeds her nephew, George (Tim Holt) food before breaking [more]
Ok, Du Arsch. Arsch kann man sagen. Arsch, das hat eine ganz eigene, in der Regel – so auch hier – lieb gemeinte Qualität und fällt, nach allem, was uns allen bekannt ist, NICHT unter die Kategorie Beleidigung – oder gar Kränkung. (Was ist eigentlich schlimmer, eine Beleidigung [more]
The subject’s world is not a universe of familiarity into which it were inserted like an object. The subject is not in the world like water in water. It articulates a distance from its world by remaining irreducible to its world-horizon. Therefore, one must insist on its artificiality [more]
Immer schön kämpfen, dachte ich. Und dann dachte ich noch, irgendwie kriege ich das Operndorf noch rein. Das ist der wirkliche Kampf. Vielleicht bald wieder mit einem Bild des Operndorfs.
Like recommended by Lichtenberg I went to the Sonla Bistro not far from she S-Bahn station Storkowerstraße. It was around one in the afternoon and the place was quite packed. I went for a table for two next to the bar, sat down and ordered (like recommended by [more]
Mark Henry Rowswell grew up in Ontario and came to China age 23 in the late 1980s to study Chinese. For some reason, he was on TV only a few months after arriving and even performed a comedic skit on CCTV’s New Year’s Eve gala, broadcast to around [more]
Located on the other side of Berlin, like a 45 minutes drive away, lies an area called ‘Charlottenburg.’ Everything seems different there. Different than Lichtenberg. Charlottenburg is also a term, an expression, if you want to label something posh, not Munich posh, not Milan, it’s more the old [more]
as some of you readers of 60pages were surely wondering: is he a professor or is he just damned smart? well my answer is: yes and no. or no and yes. or partly yes but otherwise not. or sometimes. both. basically i just received my contract by post [more]
As Told by the Holy Woman in Her Own Words A Hundred or So Years after the End of the World The baker didn’t notice my burned hands when he came in at noontime. He only saw I’d loaded and unloaded all the trays and kept the wood [more]
Vincere! (To Win!) it’s one the best films made by Italian famous director Marco Bellocchio. Bellocchio in the 90’s went trough a “dark phase” – cinematically speaking – of his carreer in which he used to write films together with his therapist: this unusual partnership created very intellectual, [more]
Ok I know I have to finish my list of short reviews of recommended Italian films but now I have to recommend another film… Mine! My documentary SLOW FOOD STORY is out in cinemas in Germany right now. So leave your computer, turn facebook off, get out of [more]
As Transamerica towers The people below cower Waiting for the mending Of a duty long pending
After an early flight and a nice night out in Berlin with white wine, Anne and Bob, I am on my way (Thermacare belt around the hips) to the Burgtheater. Today starts a congress under the banner “Von welchem Theater träumen wir?” (Which Theater is it that we’re [more]
I went to dinner with a few of my favourite Berlin people. “Zweiraumwohnung” (Tworoomapartment) The amazing, redhead Inga Humpe, the mastermind Tommy Eckart (and of course band member Aram aka Malakoff Kowalski, the cool persian dude) Their new record is out and you should buy it and make [more]
Biomass can be very beautiful. Fallen wood eaten by mushrooms, and inhabited by rare black bugs, their antennas surprisingly long; leaves rotting away on the ground, spreading the rot to other plants, wadded mats of decaying vegetation, rain pouring on it. Between water and land it is the [more]
Thousand liters of champagne, wine and spirits, hysterical women, men loosing all their finesse. Why are people at weddings turning into something strange?
Everybody has their city. Some may have Berlin, London, Paris. For me it’s Tokyo, at least as long as I understand a little what people there are talking. Good night, Tokyo. It’s late and I have a wedding ceremony to attend today.
“Mais ce que je veux dire, c’est que… la facilité d’expression dont vous disposez, eh… est très souvent une manière d’écarter les difficultés, et au-delà, dans la difficulté de la parole, sa signification. Car, contrairement à ce qu’on essaie de se dire ou de transmettre, la parole est [more]
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni We wander in circles at night and are consumed by fire http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5Si6cTE_n8
It was a rainy morning and the little alleys and paths of the neighborhood quickly got flooded and turned into small muddy streams. Shoes and jeans got soaked with water in no time and the tiny umbrella could barely protect anything from the ocean pouring out of the [more]
MoL presents fragments of a lost film script. CLOSE-UP:- Multi-coloured fishing flies in storage boxes. ANGLETON: Flamingo Zonker. Yellow Goofus Bug. Egg-sucking Leach. Ah, the Gray Ghost. The Gray Ghost is a classic American freestone-river design and one of ANGLETON’s favourites. Ochre floss-silk body ribbed with flat silver [more]