Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Florence, Kristeva's patient
Florence takes photos with a sophisticated camera (very sci-fi, a sort of robotic extended eye.)
Kristeva is getting bored with this case, she looks at her watch quite often. She drinks coffee. She has a strong red lipstick.
Florence gets in her dreams (and I can see them as Florence):
first dream: She (I) talks about her parents' wedding. I imagine an old photo (looks from the 50s, black and white, fancy dressed people.) The photo becomes alive, a scratched black and white movie, no sound. They are at a table, plates are empty, they are waiting, they become hungry. She start to cut each other with knives and eat them, I can see them yell, still no sound, I can see them biting flesh, legs, hands, bones on the big table. Party continues. I wake up. still as Florence. Kristeva asks for something more. I try to go back to the dream. There is a new one:
second dream: Florence masturbates, she gets sick. I feel sick, I feel like throwing up. Florence goes to my bathroom, she pukes in the basin. She pukes Kristeva's head. The head starts talking. Then i switch right away to Kristeva's seat in the session. She explains what's going on. Switch back to Florence. She doesn't hear anything Kristeva says. She has only one thought: Kristeva represents my mother.
That's all I remember.
I went back to the book. Kristeva explains the two dreams (they are pretty close to what I dreamed): a tragic, grotesque poetics that give meaning to Florence's drives. They are related to her anxieties, to her desire of killing her daughter. Kristeva connects the two dreams by telling that Florence absorbs the head and body parts of her mother in order to spit them in the basin in order to make a place for her own child (to occupy her own basin). By remembering quite well this oniric mise-en-abyme, I guess I have to spit Kristeva's theories and writing in order to make a place for my own stuff. That would be a small possible reading based on Kristeva's text. But does it mean my friendship with Florence, to the level that I become her and her analyst?
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Forbidden Milk
I didn't write this post only to see today while reading some Romanian news that a Romanian commission for classifying movies, part of National Centre of Cinematography (CNC) rated Milk with R (or forbidden under 18 in Romania). Andreea Tanase, Cristina Corciovescu, Tudorel Butoi, Oana Stroe and Vladimir Marin, the members of the commission, took this decision because there are some images with a hanged man, fellatio and, most of all, it's propaganda for a specific sexual orientation. I would love to see how they forbid all movies that fit the framework of propaganda for specific sexual orientations, all those lovely romantic comedies and so on (but of course the only sexual orientations that are forbidden are the non-heterosexual one) . We should not forget that we are talking of a state institution here that shows right-in-your-face homophobia with an obscene nonchalance.
The only reaction came from the movie distributor, RoImage: they contested the decision. Fucking great. Goodnight, Romania! I hope I'll never see your ugly face again! The only place where Milk is forbidden for kids under 18.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Extremely scarry! Romanian values
Monday, January 19, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sergiu Nicolaescu vs Edward D Wood jr.
First of all, who the fuck is S.Nicolaescu? Considered the worst or the best Romanian director of all times, he begin his career as an engineer so much in love with cheap American gangster movies that he started to make them. You can still observe in his old movies from 1960s and 1970s the good-old-engineer eye for perfect imitation. He loved moral stories and also big
Nicolaescu and Wood share same hysterical obsession for their self representation in their movies: it is all about them, their current age when the movie is made, their bodily portrait, their small obsessions and fetishes. Ed Wood became a cult hero in the eyes of contemporary yuppies as something extreme: “he is the worst”, a source for humor, without paying attention at his extreme subversion of
But more about Eddie in future posts, his book Hollywood Rat Race is on my very short list to be read.
Monday, January 5, 2009
My favs for 2008
Favorite movie: Mein liebster Feind - Klaus Kinski by Werner Herzog - even if it was made in 1999, I watched it so many times in 2008 that i've learned most of the lines and had favourite parts for special moments. I anticipate that it will be a well-watched movie this year also.
Favorite performance: The Funeral by Péter Nádas, directed by László Bocsárdi, Comedy Theatre Bucharest, I've already wrote about this show here
Favorite album: Beirut – Gulag Orkestar from 2006 - happy to discover Beirut in 2008, it can change my mood in a second (maybe that's why I've listened it so many times) and then you cannot stop listening to it, you have to go for the whole album on and on.
Favorite art exhibit: Love, Erotica, Passion Exhibition in Prague - erotic themes in 15th to 19th century at the Clam Gallas Pallace in Husova Street. I hope they still have this exhibition. Well organized, wonderful possible explorations. The art pieces were taken from Prague City Archives, National Gallery and the Museum of Decorative Arts in Prague. Amazing expressions of sexuality in so many twisted ways.
Favorite book: Mad Men and Medusas: Reclaiming Hysteria by Juliet Mitchell, from 2001 - this book made my life easier and gave me a lot of exciting ideas for my work and being-in-the-world (not only the academic one)
Favorite live show: CocoRosie at Trafo - a complete show: music, performing, costumes, images, interaction and Sierra and Bianca, I had it in my mind for so long.
Favorite moment of 2008: open rehearsal of Jehanne Complex, the idea that we actually did it, and there were people there to close the performing circle. A great experience all in all, it gave me a great feeling concerning theatre, my projects and what you can do with amazing people that you can meet in so many contexts but never like in a performing situation.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Insecurities Increase
by Antonette*
Insecurities increase,
with daily verbal abuse
and death threats,
All because of the way I dress.
Aging tranny bitch queen,
tattooed masculine lines,
some ‘bull-dyke’ on steroids.
Nice figure,
but face like Freddie Krueger,
the serial killer.
Why can’t people let me be?
Constantly judging
by first appearances.
You can’t judge
by looking at the wrapping.
The woman in me,
dying to be accepted.
The public forces the Queen
to put the dresses away
after a certain age.
The abuse and constant danger,
Forces the she-male
to only come out at night,
if at all.
Imprisoned by letting the forces
of the shallow general public,
To intimidate the feminine side,
so she must fade away
and hide.
The tranny bitch submissive Queen,
Too old to be seen as anything other
than a sexual deviant,
Fallen so far.
Starting over again
at the bottom,
Can’t get much lower
than a tranny working the stroll.
Shit on from all sides,
an abnormality.
Can I keep going,
dressing daily for my femininity?
Old memories,
sadden the heart,
vacant loneliness,
Stress upon stress.
Afraid I might kill
some ignorant young fuck,
For his ill timed,
homophobic foul mouth.
Don’t look 30,
but awesome for 50-something.
Strong masculine lines
and tattoos,
Constantly reinforce
the fitting handle
of,
Miss Understood.
* I found this wonderful poem at the Queer History Project website. You can find the story of the poem and other amazing queer stories there.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Tu Ridi (1998)
Directors: Paolo & Vittorio Taviani
based on two short stories by Pirandello, the challenge of this tough Taviani feature is the construction and how it works for the viewer. I've seen it twice because for the first time it really puzzled me in the sense of "what the fuck was that?!?!" Some people say it was just some Taviani pretentious bullshit, badly picking some shitty stories or oh! it was so poetic, it was such an exquisite image blah blah blah. You can avoid this movie in so many ways because it is so goddamn uncanny. But here is my long-thought-analysis: its difficulty or beauty stays in its technique. What they do here is quite classic: deconstruction in two. The brothers are splitting everything into two, the movie, the stories, the characters, reality, time, location and so on. The splitting goes to the level of a spiraling infinite and can make you dizzy at some point. But it's a fascinating exercise and so damn simple after all. Of course, being used with some narrative styles that follow strict rules and conventions, being realism or hardcore experimental, this uncanny diversion explodes in your face and you don't know what hits you. Highly recommended.