Alan Sondheim on Sun, 21 May 2000 18:21:27 +0200 (CEST) |
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- Filmophobe Personne n'est parfait. Who is an intellectual in this culture? Who speaks for whom? What is the role of theory? What does it mean to be engaged? What does it mean to destroy? Bougie Who is excluded by what means? Who owns the words I speak? What does it mean to be locked out? What does it mean to starve? What does it mean to dream of dying? Vedette invitee What do we do to crash your language? What does it mean to steal your words? How can we shut you up and force you to listen? Why do you think you have any answers at all? Beyond your cash, why do you think you have the right to exist? Why do you think you even know the questions? Le regard How can we stop your look at the surface of the skin? How can we make ourselves invisible? How can we violate your robbed speech? How can we destroy so that we may speak? Silence, on tourne! Don't tell me when to speak. Your academy is alive and well. It will die only with destruction. You will hear only when you are destroyed, when the blood screams in your ears. Ecran divise There is no split screen; there are only bodies, tied, held in bondage; there are only holes and ears held open by force; there is only emptiness and death waiting in the wings. Deux ou trois choses que je sais de You talk as if we were stupid. You talk in our absence, fill our bodies with words as if you were the revolution. You stifle any revolution, flay our bodies in revolt, wear our skins. You are only good in our disguise. Film-catastrophe This film is a catastrophe. The extras remain outside. You brush the hair out of each other's eyes. You have eyes only for each other. You fuck power, not bodies. You believe in truth on the bodies of others. Film de route ou d'errance You travel safely from assignation to assignation. You pride yourself in your set speech, your appearance. You ignore the road-kill. We place wires across the road, you will catch us in your headlights, you will be devoured. Sequence You will continue forever. The wires are a trick in the emulsion. They catch nothing. You continue to speak; in our worst dreams, we do not dream of your destruction. That is our calling: to applaud you. In our worst dreams. Fin d'un enchantement, le retour a la realite You are broadband, you are almost real. The film has come to a close; the theater has burned, there are no replacement parts. At the table, destroy, she said; no one listened; someone disconnected. _ # distributed via <nettime>: no commercial use without permission # <nettime> is a moderated mailing list for net criticism, # collaborative text filtering and cultural politics of the nets # more info: majordomo@bbs.thing.net and "info nettime-l" in the msg body # archive: http://www.nettime.org contact: nettime@bbs.thing.net