e. is there

Posted: Wednesday, 30 July 2008 | Posted by k | Labels: , , , 0 comments

he's there! he's there! little e. has joined the world yesterday morning at five o'clock. all my love to l. and j. and little e.

now, what i want to post is this by know hope. and that's it.

some things are really almost ready.
and h. herz' voice reminds me of reni the voice. two posts back therefore gets an addition: imagine "h. herz und der trommler" with a michel chion like soundscape that reveberates like reni's. wow. and the drums' frum drumming from next door. which is no longer there. but there is still this huge pile of rubbish and old furniture in this courtyard and i wonder whether i should ask if it'd be okay to put mine which i, to absolutely shocking reactions from my neighbours placed on the street. now, i don't want to get fined, right.

went to bkk again yesterday and hereby officially declare it a very nice pub.

and i found that louise bourgeois said something very interesting on mirrors (on eyes and mirrors 1989-93 i presume): "reality changes with each new angle. mirrors can be seen as a vanity, but that is not at all their meaning. the act of looking into a mirror is really about having the courage it takes to look at yourself and really face yourself." (tate catalogue p.76). that goes very well in a direction i support.

now, am i going to make great big (w)holes of (literate) history, saying bookshelf holding, or not?


Posted: Tuesday, 29 July 2008 | Posted by k | Labels: 0 comments

now i am part of the west. haha.
it's going to be great.
i feel like lord of the flies.
but i am clean.
and i really do love the tea tree mint oil range of original source. mmh.
well, the heat. the heat. my brain is mashed.
but it is done.
i am here what was there.


Posted: Friday, 25 July 2008 | Posted by k | Labels: , 0 comments

does anyone feel like their room is suddenly only 5 qm meters big and the rest are boxes? my favourite box so far is "theater, jacques, feine sachen" but i do like "bücher unten, pullover" as well. it probably wouldn't make sense to anybody besides me to read "bücher ganz neu außen" but i am very fond of my boxingsystem.
and, we rolled a washing machine over from neukölln arkaden to my place. now it's there. waiting for the dirty bits.
and - the blue!! oh, i like the blue.
and: da war einer, der räumte erst seinen keller aus und dann trank der bier, saß aufm sessel, redete mit sich selbst und sang inbrünstig mit irgendwie 70er jahre musik mit und trommelte auf töpfen und so. es war LAUT
und dann waren m. und ich drüben wegen einer sackkarre, die wir von oben gesehen haben und haben ihn gefragt, ob wir sie ausleihen können und der schickte uns dann zu THORSTEN, thorsten lugte dann mit gesamter hartzIV-familie sehr sehr nett, wirklich, aus seiner wohnungstür und sagte, hier habter die, und griff hinter die tür. dann sind wir zur tanke und haben versucht, luft drauf zu machen. ende vom lied war, ich habe eine waschmaschine ausm media markt rübergerollt und dann kam frau h. herz und meckerte mit dem ausm andern hof, der dann schrie, dass wir uns GEFÄLLIGST ZU FREUEN HÄTTEN, WENN ER MAL TROMMELT und frau h. herz besprühte weiter ihre stiefmütterchenbeete im schatten des hauses und des langneseschirms.
ich war eher so mit entgleitendem mund (lachen oder prusten oder oh gott) und hab es als ästhetische erfahrung verarbeitet und werde bestimmt was über die nachbarn mal arbeiten, am besten eine installation: H.HERZ UND DER TROMMLER

well well. there we go.

Posted: Tuesday, 22 July 2008 | Posted by k | Labels: , , 0 comments

l and i have been doing this audio-walk-installation during the first time ever hörspielfest altzella . we made a lot of signs in the park and sent people equipped with an mp3-player and a little leaflet to spend some time walking. at those signs we encouraged them (before) to stop and pause the sound collage and to just listen what sounds they could hear without any artificial background at all (meaning our sound collage). anyways, there were also a lot of 'actions' they could do at those spots like yelling, singing, hugging a tree, writing down things they would never want to say or hear, finding such papers and reading them aloud. it was lovely to see how many people came back and listen to what they said about it. from "it was too much, i couldn't listen" to "it was relaxing" to "i felt like a blind person" to "it made me think" there was a wide range of opinion. we liked to be there and here you can walk'n'hear (well, maybe not the walking side of things, but still, ah, and don't be irritated, just wait)

unknown members of schwarzesnossen did a trip to the countryside:

i started moving :)

know hope

Posted: Thursday, 17 July 2008 | Posted by k | Labels: , 0 comments

i guess we all have our likings right. our little favourites. our maybe obsessions if it is really very bad (or good).
well, streetart is something i know very little of but it fascinates me a lot and i do very much like it. some of the most interesting things i ever saw were maybe the stencils and pieces in israel, especially at the border in bethlehem.
banksy did a lot of stuff there. and know hope from whom the following was done in l.a. but who comes from israel has such a lovely style. the background of that piece shows the project face to face where one israeli and a palestine are both making funy faces and more or less clash their cultures' conflicts, maybe.

the profile this is limbo at flickr shows a wide selection of know hope's work.

face 2 face:

banksy is so well reputed that his works sometimes are actually carved out of their quite well chosen places and are hung into galleries.

well, enjoy :)


Posted: Tuesday, 15 July 2008 | Posted by k | Labels: 0 comments

the inevitable sadness

of fences

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this book is just really very good. i can't say more because: "The story of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas is very difficult to describe. Usually we give some clues about the book on the jacket, but in this case we think that would spil the reading of the book. We think it is important that you start to read without knowing what it is about.
If you do start to read this book, you will go on a journey with a nine-year0old boy called Bruno. (Though this isn’t a book for nine-year-olds.) And sooner or later you will arrive with Bruno at a fence.
Fences like this exist all over the world. We hope you never have to encounter such a fence."


i came back sunday night and felt a little tired, whereas little is quite the stretchable term, isn't it.

this week's course on powerpoint started and i feel like stfu...

nottingham ... i survived halo. great. i've been to derbyshire. matlock. heights of abraham. muddy. quite the oily fish'n'chips.

lions after slumber: "my demands 'n' my angels 'n' my waiting 'n' my distance. my death, my curtness, my insulin, my memory." who(')re scritti politti anyway, to me at least?

the person who wanted to move in, quite amiably cancelled and i am seriously pissed. but we'll have some people here this afternoon when i in fact should be in the other flat, maybe a little more painting.

i also read this book loose girl by kerry cohen and it made me very sad at points because maybe on some level i could very nicely relate to the stuff.

now, there is rushdie waiting now and i guess i better start reading serious things for my bachelorette-paper, too.

there you go, nothing too exciting.

so there was terminator

Posted: Friday, 11 July 2008 | Posted by k | Labels: , , , , 0 comments

it has ended, the formal part at least. we're going to have curry later on.
so, every group this afternoon presented their work which either dealt with terminator (us), the wizard of oz or battleship potemkin. we had the idea, as posted before, to kind of create a visual duetting screen that subtexted the whole thing sexually. so, we went to that fancy second hand shop (massive!) and bought 80s style clothes ... we then decided on shooting right there in a small gateway. it was quite funny, though nerveracking at times to cut in camera. our frames basically showed the lower body parts and in there we had wuite the sexual tension (or healing) going on. several quite remarkable movements within that scene of terminator we shot in a kind of music-video, very bright kind of way. it was too funny and i hope we'll get a recording of it. there was sexual healing sung by sarah connor (why does she has that name?!?) on top of it :)
our film was projected right under the projection of terminator.
i liked it a lot.
during the discussion afterwards i felt a little silly because what i really wanted to say, couldn't seriously be said without exposing me or the person i was speaking about.
let's just say that all in all it was an amazing group of people i met here. some of them i would not really want to work with again, but the majority just really puzzled me by their brilliance, humour and ideas. lovely.
there is this wonderful cemetry closeby, i think there will be one new schwarzesnossen vid quite soon featuring that.
as for the weekend. let's just say there was no time until now to really see a lot of what nottingham might still be having for ust, so maybe we will jsut explore a little. and i need to have some shopping done. i already bought mint and tea tree oil shower gel and was reminded of a and my lost brochure somewhere in bedfordshire. well, the times when things seemed possible ...
i like being here a lot.
will shower now although that might not be of importance to you. but i will and now you know.
luv frum tuna.

closer or further away?

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You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
(Help me...)
I broke apart my insides
(Help me...)
I've got no soul to sell
(Help me...)
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself,

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything

(Help me...)
You tear down my reason
(Help me...)
It's your sex I can smell
(Help me...)
You make me perfect
Help me become somebody else

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

Through every forest
Above the trees
Within my stomach
Scraped off my knees
I drink the honey, inside your hive...
You are the reason I stay alive...


i am in nottingham at the moment. that's right. and it is for a workshop. we are quite the international group and it's interesting seeing all those people interact so differently and place oneself within that context. nine inch nails came to my mind right after i have designed a corporate identity for mecklenburg-vorpommern. it's great. we've got a whole house for us and i'd love to move in here. it's lovely.

i also bought a single-use black and white camera and am loving it.

tomorrow we'll do a remake of "terminator" creating a kind of sexual subtext. maybe closer is the more appropriate way of doing so than having sexual healing? we'll see.

well then, i hope the bed bugs won't bite tonight.

this is me for sit-up-britain. searching for-tuna. maybe fortuna will show herself later on.

still waiting.

leaving. again.

Posted: Monday, 7 July 2008 | Posted by k | Labels: , , , , 0 comments

i am just about to go to the airport where a plane will wait for me to east midlands. whoa, i was never there and it still feels like "finally, i am going back (home(?))". i'll be working with an international group in a workshop by performance collective gob squad and it'll be great!

well, preparing always makes me wanna scream. so i did, internally.

by the by, saturday we had this conference and eiszeit was taken very well and discussed quite interestingly. the forum itself was quite relaxed and there was a very nice exchange of opinions during and afterwards with the afterwards slightly less polite which i liked. well, not impolite, don't get me wrong, just probably a little more on the honest side of things and that is something you can always catch me with.

lg and i started recording for our interactive audio walk which can be heard during the hörspielfestival in klosterpark altzella, close to dresden the weekend of 19th/20th. to put it simple, people will walk with mp3players through the park, which is lovely by the way, and will hear sounds and do things which we propose them before on a piece of paper. like hugging trees and telling them their secrets. or leaving traces on the floor. or whispering a confession of love. we'll see. but there are really quite interesting intermedialities at ear- and eyesight, i presume.
well, i guess i should be going.

bought fantastic shoes today by the way, and a shirt, and a pair of trousers. as being sensationally priced and needed i could not seriously resist. well.

and - my room is rented, at last. great.

i had a horrible dream that ended with me fighting some very good looking person on a staircase about who would fall and be dead. i won.
nothing compared to the one dream lately where i couldn't help but experience a sexual encounter with one person who accidentally really is not unimportant these days. well, we need to dream, right.

ah, and i packed, right. but just for nottingham.

not for the new apartment. this whole move is going to be quite disastrous. too many things and too little i would like to get rid off.

whhhha, i am going nuts over that person from that dream. that second. and i can't help it. and it can't be helped.

partly read. levinas "die zeit und der andere".
"Dies gehört also zusammen: Freiheit des Ich und ihre Materialität. Die erste Freiheit, die davon herrührt, dass sich im anonymen Sein ein Seiendes erhebt, fordert als Preis: das Definitive des an sich selbst gefesselten Ich. Dieses Definitive des Seienden, das die Tragik der Einsamkeit ausmacht, ist die Materialität. Die Einsamkeit ist nicht deshalb tragisch, weil sie Entzug des anderen ist, sondern weil sie in die Gefangenschaft ihrer Identität eingeschlossen ist, weil sie Materie ist. Die Fesselung der Materie sprengen heißt, das Definitive der Hypstase sprengen. Heißt, in der Zeit sein. Die Einsamkeit ist eine Abwesenheit der Zeit. Die gegebene Zeit, die als sie selbst hypostasierte, erfahrene Zeit, die durchlaufende Zeit, durch die hinduch das Subjekt seine Identität trägt, ist eine Zeit, die unfähig ist, die Verbindung der Hypostase zu lösen." (31)

the dying animal

Posted: Friday, 4 July 2008 | Posted by k | Labels: 0 comments

"what do i mean by ridiculous? what is ridiculousness? relinquishing one's freedom voluntarily - that is the definition of ridiculousness. if your freedom is taken from you by force, needless to say you're not ridiculous, except to the one who has forcibly taken it. but whoever gives his freedom away, whoever is dying to give it away, enters the realm of the ridiculous that brings the most famous of ionesco's plays to mind and is a source of comedy throughout literature. the one who is free may be mad, stupid, repellent, in misery just because he is free, but he is not ridiculous. he has a dimension as a being."

philip roth "the dying animal"