seems like one new bollywoodstar is rising :)

please enlarge for further details, especially for this first pic.









obviously, every vid is available through schwarzesnossen's channel on youtube.

bande a part - or do your choreography for the sake of dancing with me

let's dance little stranger
show me secret sins
love can be like bondage
seduce me once again

burning like an angel
who has heaven in reprieve
burning like the voodoo man
with devils on his sleeve

won't you dance with me
in my world of fantasy
won't you dance with me
ritual fertility

like an apparition
you don't seem real at all
like a premonition
of curses on my soul

the way I want to love you
well it could be against the law
i've seen you in a thousand minds
you've made the angels fall

won't you dance with me
in my world of fantasy
won't you dance with me
ritual fertility

come on little stranger
there's only one last dance
soon the music's over
let's give it one more chance

won't you dance with me
in my world of fantasy
won't you dance with me
ritual fertility

take a chance with me
in my world of fantasy
won't you dance with me
ritual fertility

germany's next topmodel no2 with ruc

after a hilarious annual conference on staging festivity sponsored by her ministery in which i absolutely adored achatz von müller and where yet two other mythical wor(l)d inventions - 'djiddyraven' (me and ruc) and 'agender2010' (ruc and fj) - took place, we (that is ruc and me, now based in an unknown quantity of liquid (slightly alcoholic or(?!?!) somehow bukkake-connected (see below)) watched germany's next topmodel in the huge lecture hall until we were chased away by this immensly muscled security guard in one sexy uniform.

now, to the important facts:


professional favorites (if we were peymann)

vanessa

jennifer
wanda
janina
raquel


personal favorites (betthäschen)

sandra

jennifer

(bianca, sorry, we forgot her, but she usually turns up and you would not let her go, would you?)


hate O/Abjects


carolin

carolin
gisele
carolin
sabine-marie (berlin breakdancestar fuck off mothafucca - aber zum glück raus)
carolin (bukkake??? see below or - leave her be, she's just another human being, it is really not fair to be hateful towards her! consider justice and misogyny, please. well, she's really bashable. (i learned another nice combination of words - foucault-bashing - which i would never do for the most apparent reasons))


personal (and everbody's) entertainment

gina-lisa (personal pornprollqueen with likely potential: short black hair and shutting up and less make-up --> visit boris and redirect him to me afterwards)
sarah (for cinderella's sake ---> she was such an ugly ugly, like, REALLY UGLY child, you know)


personal braindamage

"wie heest die? die mit der heidi-klum-frisur" (the one with the heidiklumhaircut who is not heidi klum, whereas heidi herself could be on that list for personal braindamage. the hebrew word "klum" means "nothing") - aka aline aka "ich bin mit 4,1 durchs abitur gefallen, aber habs im oralen rausgerissen"










'below'














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asian bukkake machine - only watch when absolutely sure you're sure. that's for the true men amongst us.

isn't that just juicy??

and, incidentally, there is this major thing happening here on bollywoodsargam that linked one schwarzesnossen vid - i am thrilled that we are one featured video.

proof:

nothing in particular

yesterday i did my first show with marwell in lovely schokoladen. i liked it. guessingly it has been some 4 or 5 years since i last was playing a concert. lovely venue, somehow. i will go and see machine est mon coeur there next time they have the lo-fi lounge which is on the 19th march. this tiny stage with walls full of roses. red ones as such. it's great.
too tired to think of anything else in particular. i wonder whether or not i want to sing in the tipi. and if i want to call somebody who could make that possible.
eh has some pictures of his vacation in jordan that make me want to go there, too. perhaps i will, who knows.
don't know much more.

where did the wild days go?

where did the wild days go?
where?
were they leaving by train?
by hitchhiking?
and.
were are they now?
and where am i?
now when they're gone.
where have i left me?

will i be back?
once the wild days are?

sweeney todd

visually sweeney todd from its very first frame (i loved the opening credits in all its abstraction) was an immense pleasure for me.
i adored alan rickman's voice and it seemed obvious to us that he used the same timbre as in the potter-films. shivers... i loved one line that sweeney todd said whilst holding up his new/old razors: "At last! My arm is complete again!" it seems interesting that additionally to all the visual keys of him being 'different' he considers himself incomplete when without a prosthesis. screams very loud in one certain direction, does it not. not that i put in words so eloquently, but the last scene, i totally agree with fe, seems to be a reversed pièta and was just beautiful beyond words. the same goes for helena bonham carter - very yummy and tragically funny.



i loved how the innocent, be it thought or thing or living being, was practically erased (see: erase, raze, razor) from the plot ...
i found it mildly disturbing that i couldn't watch the ads before the movie itself without analysing their potential misogynistic attitude. so, my hidden creeping radicalisation, as wb put it, seems obvious to me now, too. well, but perhaps i will never be fundamental and radical.

i so loved being in the cinema!

i also watched pan's labyrinth in a very poor quality but very much enjoyed it. somehow 'the fantastic' has found a very solid base in my heart and is a source of constant stimulation and pleasure which is good. there should be more magic. which, quite obviously, is why i bought a sweater that looks very glittery, see here:


re: misogynistic or magic. not too much thereof in germany's next topmodel, sadly lacking glitter and magic and disturbing grace, at least when the first episode. it seems to be turning into another dsds (well, it never was anything else, i know!) what with forcing people to commit ridiculing crimes. i very much am for sandra at the moment but do think that jennifer and raquel are cool and i am so curious about what happens to gina lisa, seriously.

ronja räubertochter

i went to my absent flatmate's bookshelf and took away something! without asking. but i will return the lovely tale of ronja räubertochter so that nobody needs to cry. so much is for sure. it was a pleasure reading it, i am not sure if i actually ever did read it when i was younger. i did read pippi langstrumpf though and loved it very much.
well, but i once again, as ronja really, discovered how much brutality is in words and hurt some people i don't even care about by saying that their performance was making me want to go run out of the room and discover the beauty of emesis. in fact, i am sadly lacking the ability to shut my mouth. i realise i should but i don't and hurt and ridicule and embarras. i feel that people who are using an audience as their therapist which they obviously are in need of, are making me aggressive to a very dangerous extent. probably that's something i really can't stand. as well as i can't stand those precocious, arrogant mindfuckers who think they know everything and are in a position to enrich the world with it all the time.

*** or is it just that they are so similar to me?

sophie calle

here we go with a little film with and about french artist sophie calle, directed by a very trying ben lewis. funny and interesting. i would like to really recommend it, although it doesn't have this 'somewhat-below-10-minutes-i-can-concentrate-on-length' but is about half an hour. there is even rosalind kraus in it and she explains about mallarmé's thought on books' clefts.
it was refreshing to see and hear calle (presenting herself) as being 'completely accidental' when being so deep whilst in fact having no idea about barthes or derrida or whoever. makes me want to be happy



and did you know that forced entertainment's exquisite pain is actually based on a project by sophie calle? i didn't, but i made the connection nonetheless when in the documentary they quoted from this 'red book' "5 days ago the man i loved left me" and also the red phone. it's strange how such seemingly ordinary things as a sentence of no higher 'quality' than any other or the picture of a red phone got burned into my memory that i was instantly reminded of it again. beautiful. i had seen the production in volksbühne last year or the year before.

manifesto for the dada of the cyborg-embrio

"|...| s/hit is a natural narcissist (pleasurable self-therapy through self-eroticism & sex) as the psyche has to accomodate for loss-of-form, fear of transformation:
identity= CLOUD of the most probable whereabouts

|...| loss and becoming are part of one process: mutilation is loss&becoming at the same time: lose an arm>become a fountain, get blown to pieces>get a new shape, get killed>become eatable left-overs"

i adored the cloud. and i guess that splatter is just another way of accepting and being honest with each other. hans a. scheirl who wrote these words above and has this manifesto published in the eight technologies of otherness, ed. by sue (or johnny) golding, by whom i, incidentally, was utterly impressed, is a painter/filmmaker living in london who did the film dandy dust >>>



now cy know.

...

nothing much happened.

indeed, the 'nothing much' just 34 minutes ago was bruce darnell's styling show which is just booooring. it's ridiculous, really. and it's not so so bad that it would be funny.

much time today was spent with reading beatriz preciado and trying to grasp the dildo, literally (... lol), which was not so bad, really. i would not say, by all means, i understand everything she writes, but some of her thoughts about the technologies of sex seem interesting to me and i loved how her text worked. it also made me laugh at certain points, especially those connected to kellog. if you wanna know, go buy the manifesto contrasexual. or watch this (so sorry, nothing about kellog here):

dissemination

machine machine machine

go
there was
we'll be back
i had
go
there was
no other and i so
it evolved and then
go
there was

i can't speak so don't you
what
i
so adored little pieces that are floating and i am standing drenched and am just so filled with happiness
keep drowning me
oh the little rains that
i so
go there was
love
and
go
there was

machine machine machine

there is no other than everything else
i go and there was love and i go and there is a machine

i am standing drenched and am just so filled with happiness

it shows

i want to burst burst burst
disseminating my
go there was
love

reminded - of - being - reverse
you is past is now is for not-matter-now-past
always
go
love
machine
love
machine
love
machine
go

valentinsüberraschungen

i am very unsure. this morning i just wanted to post this for all those happy singletons out there to have their own private moment of roses and lips.
everything would have been nice.

but now, i cannot believe what i've found in the popular german student plattform studivz. i am still rubbing my eyes. i am still rubbing my stomach (can there be something in between laughter and puking?)
have a good look. i won't take any responsibility. no. they get bigger when you click on them...







oh joy. and it's only thursday. but there's beer in the fridge. speaking of the fridge. perhaps it is because i am so terribly fri(d)gid that i think the above a little irritating. you know, kinda i don't wanna know that specific ... but i guess i wanted to share it with you.

and another pun which i thought irritating as well: when speaking about criteria that determine ones life in german you can speak of 'kriterien'. now think about a chinese person and the difficulty of pronouncing 'r'. so 'kriterien' becomes 'kliterien'. unfortunately i can't quote exactly but it was interesting to hear (and with a chinese accent, too) somebody speaking of how the kleitorizein (greek for tickle and clitoris derives from there) determines life. yes, your clit determines your life. (anyhow, it was not in a funny context, so i better don't laugh).

"ich möchte lieber nicht"

i watched romero's "dawn of the dead" this morning after a healthy breakfast. everything stayed inside and i seriously have to rethink my attidtude towards horrormovies. it was very interesting, not at all unintelligent, in my humble opinion anyways. i cannot properly understand why they've put it on the index.

o, and lately there was "damage" on the telly. i so love jeremy irons, he makes my knees all melty and my heart all beaty ... (and i must confess my continued support of whimisicality) - there was this line which anna barton (juliette binoche) said to stephen flemming (jeremy irons): "Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive." i pretty much agree and hoped it would be otherwise. because we have to at least try to understand that not one single action takes place without damaging or violencing somebody or something. we're all elephants in a fucking big shop of fragile items that just scream of being shattered. but they're not breaking apart. nobody breaks apart. they're just moving millimeters. it seems allright. fine. but nothing is in place. and a bomb begins to tick. it might never explode literally. but still, we need to consider that this hideous violence in all our doings and relations to the world makes the world shift slightly. but they'll get back to you. they always will. even if it is just by the fact of putting up no signals when you're heading towards a cliff. guess what, cliffhangers are just for films.

and another film with juliette binoche i've only just recently seen was michael haneke's "caché" - you have to see it, that's really all there is to say. such tension, such brutal force of deconstructing 'realities', such brilliant acting and so little to do but accept failure and face responsibilities. amazing, also from a point of the film's filmic properties. brilliant.

tonight there was a lecture of one young dramaturg in some semi-shady place called wahlkreis in semi-shady mitte on reinhardtstraße (just no semi-shady blonde with me, but two brunettes who could easily be taken as my relatives) with kurt beck and die grauen panther at the wall (it was an event hosted by sdw, look that up and imagine the crowd, you might get a (however 'right') impression). he, the guy speaking, is doing his dissertation thesis on love and intrigue in harry potter which he also spoke about. i was, unfortunately, quite bored and wondering why he even has an (art)university diploma related to theatre when he obviously had no idea about his own effect apart from being the smartass. (he went to court for getting 1.0! he sued until everybody was pissed of with him. incidentally and speaking of ass, i have been on the loo when he was, too, which was funny). no, he made an effort which was done to no good effect to me. i guess, it pretty much showed that he attended carl hegemann's courses, what with quoting himself, schiller, goffman and wagnerian stuff. well, he said he was always compared to harry potter and his boss, some female minister from some unnamed ministery (where he was working some unspecified period), to dumbledore, that he started reading the books then and now likes harry best. i am really too much into severus snape to be prepared for discussion on that specific aspect of the potterverse. i mean, seriously ...

iloveitsomuchitmakesmecrysoveryhardinmyhead