Since Gavin Butt gave his talk Should we take Performances Seriously? at the PSI 14 conference in Copenhagen and since I saw the nutrition guru Anne Knudsen Larsen on the front cover of the Danish weekly Søndagsavisen I have been thinking; which one of these moments of “kissing fish performance” is most odd?
article by jose ossandon in the chilean online magazine plagio
article by mathias kryger in the danish newspaper politiken
both beautiful examples of precarious writings
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Nino Kayal sent a message to the members of B|BA’.
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(no subject)
Dear Friends,
Our Weekly Schedule is still the same.
Any changes made will be sent to you.
Remember,MAKE LOVE NOT WAR.
Be Safe.
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(facebook message from the manager of Biba, a bar in Beirut)
…I would be the Empress of Sisi Airlines – queery flights to difficult destinations.
Detour is The tour!
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In the old days it was me and my notebook. Nowadays, it’s me and my laptop. A new generation is bringing up well-behaved, silent babies, who obey orders and keep people connected. This generation goes to coffeeshops instead of playgrounds. They buy soft and waterproof sleeping bags for the laptop and carry it around in a specially designed pushchair. They say buy to the interface late at night and wake it up first thing in the morning. They keep an eye on it constantly – now it needs battery, where did the internet-connection go, oh, I have to clean the screen. The baby gives them everything; editing tools, writing programmes, entertainment, music, films, news, creative possibilities and inter-connection from every wireless spot in the world. And maybe most importantly, the laptop gives this generation an identity of independence. Or?
Let’s do a correspondance.
Let’s take a firm grab around one another and begin a lettered pas de deux.
Let’s not dictate our body of work.
Let’s let the gestures move from one to another through the rythm of breath.
Let’s invite correspondance partners and do a pas de trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix.
Let’s wear pointy shoes, red shoes, working shoes, slippers and have bare feet.
Let’s correspondance in the streets, on roof tops or red carpets – with and without an audience.
Let’s do a talkative tango, a fabulating folkdance, a spoken samba and a written quickstep.
Let’s look each other in the eyes and then, let our touch decide the direction.
In these days it is exactly one year ago I wrote the first post on this blog. It sounded as follows:
Denne første besked er en velkommen til både læseren og undertegnede. Hvad du ser her, er mine første spæde skridt ud i den digitale kommunikationsteknologis fagre verden.
Fremover vil siden indeholde kommentarer om og refleksioner over kunst, lyd og livet i London. Her er jeg bosat og her skal jeg læse en MA in Aural and Visual Cultures. Noget som vil udvide min horisont inden for netop de tre nævnte emner. Så du kan forvente dig mange forskellige ting, inden du hver gang kommer forbi denne blog. Jeg er selv spændt på, hvad indholdet vil blive – håber du vil følge med og kommentere.
Sidsel Nelund, 27/09/06
(In short: welcome to this blog, it will contain comments and reflections on art, sound and London – in spite of my criterias, I am myself curious about the future content of this blog. I hope you will visit often and make comments)
Since then I have changed my language to English to accomplish the desire from new friends, and the themes and frequency of the posts have become more diverse. People haven’t made that many comments – you’re still more than welcome to think with or against me.
Next year I will write from Beirut and Denmark. This year I’m even more curious to know about the content of the blog, as the future seems fairly open right now.
Bon voyage!
Today I found Freud under a shelf on the floor in the library.
I was looking for a reader in phenomenology. Couldn’t find it. A lot of the titles began with PHE and were so old it was difficult to read the title on the spine.
I was on my knees, hardly able to read from stress and the dry, thick and awfully concentrated atmosphere in the library.
Bottom shelf, no. 142.7 NAT to RIC .
And there he was, completely silent, on the carpet next to dusty book ends. So we said hello, had a small conversation and then, then the day when on.
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