Freitag, 26. März 2010

Slavoj Žižek über die Ideologie der Toilette


 
“In a traditional German toilet, the hole into which [excrement] disappears after we flush is right at the front, so that [it] is first laid out for us to sniff and inspect for traces of illness. In the typical French toilet, on the contrary, the hole is at the back, i.e. [excrement] is supposed to disappear as quickly as possible. Finally, the American (Anglo-Saxon) toilet presents a synthesis, a mediation between these opposites: the toilet basin is full of water, so that the [excrement] floats in it, visible, but not to be inspected. As it happens, Zizek’s scatological metaphor is a reflection, “in the most intimate domain”, as he puts it, of a famous “triad” that has long shaped European politics . Hegel, among many others, noted that the chief German attitude toward life was “reflective thoroughness”, while the predominant French attitude is “revolutionary hastiness”, and the English is “utilitarian pragmatism”. In politics, these play out as “German conservatism, French revolutionary radicalism, and English liberalism”. (Satdeep Gill über Žižek)

Montag, 15. März 2010

Blues run the game

In den Tiefen der Geschichte lassen sich immer wieder zu Unrecht vergessene Künstler entdecken, die für einen kurzen Moment am Horizont aufleuchteten, zeitlose, unerhörte Meisterwerke hinterließen, um dann so schnell wieder zu verglühen, wie sie erstrahlten. Der im Jahre 1999 verstorbene Jackson C. Frank war mit Sicherheit - leider - einer von ihnen. Sein lange Zeit vergriffenes, selbstbetiteltes und einziges Album aus dem Jahre 1965 ist inzwischen, zusammen mit einer Menge zusätzlichen Materials, neu aufgelegt worden (auch bei Last.FM in voller Länge verfügbar) und sei hiermit wärmstens empfohlen.

Milk and Honey

Gold and silver is the autumn
Soft and tender are her skies
Yes and no are the answers
Written in my true love's eyes

Autumn's leaving and winter's coming
I think that I'll be moving along
I've got to leave her and find another
I've got to sing my heart's true song

Round and round the burning circle
All the seasons: one, two, and three
Autumn comes and then the winter
Spring is born and wanders free

Gold and silver burn my autumns
All too soon they'd fade and die
And then, oh there are no others
Milk and honey were their lies

(Jackson C. Frank, 1965)

Sonntag, 7. März 2010

Think.

Distortion. Despair. Destroy. Deconstruction. Dispatches. Disillusion.
Revolt. Repair. Reconstruct. React. Reinvent. Recreate. Restrain.
Feel. Fill. Fool. Free. Fear. Fly.
Amaze. Attract. Attend. Affair. Appeal.
Sing. Stop. Stand. Stare. See. Sign. Suck.
It. Is. Illuminated. Intellectual. Indifferent.
Nothing. Never. No. Nearly. Never.
Hurt. Hear. Have. Hitler. Hunger. Heal. Heart.


Words. Will. Weep. Wonder. War. Whenever. We. Want. White. Winter. Wall.
Believe. Boring. Bills. Be. Beverage. Bright.