Saturday, January 14, 2012

January 14: Broken Hearts Requiem


+ Reading a book in Spanish for the first time. And in that book, finding this quote by Salvador Dalí: "Isabel la Católica, las hostias consagradas, los melones, los rosarios, las indigestiones truculentas, las corridas de toros, los tambores de Calanda y las sardinas del Ampurdán. En resumen: mi vida debe orientarse hacia España y la Familia." Los tambores de Calanda. This, just a couple of days or so after having seen Peppermint Frappé, in which Julian is sure he first saw Elena in Calanda, durante la Semana Santa, when she was playing un tambor.

Peppermint Frappé (Carlos Saura, 1967)

+ This interview with Marin Mălaicu-Hondrari. There really is sth special about Bristriţa. It's been almost a year since I was there, and I'm looking forward to going again. March, maybe. Yes. I can see myself taking a train to Bristriţa and going to the Synagogue for a concert or a book release. And this summer: I won't forgive myself if I miss the poetry festival again.

+ Finding Zazen, by Vanessa Veselka, in its entirety at Google Books. It is quite odd that a 2011 release should be available in its entirety... I just hope I can finish reading it soon, in case they decide to take it down at some point.

+ The new Austra video, for Spellwork. I like it that they don't take themselves too seriously and that their videos are a bit silly. And the queer sexual imagery is a plus. Also: this video reinforces my recently acquired obsession with hidden faces.

+ A new cover from Holly Miranda: In Spite Of Me [free download]. There's sth cosmic about her re:interpretation of this Morphine song.

+ Broken Hearts Requiem, by Pheobe Collings-James. About this piece she says: "The gallery was shoebox small and as it reached crescendo the sound was so hypnotic that despite the near deafening wails people watched it through to the end. I was having quite a traumatic year whilst making that piece and the thought of sitting in front of a computer blubbing over a tiny, grainy youtube video seems ridiculous now. But actually, finding comfort in the inanimate, as futuristic as it sounds is the reality we are living in. I guess that’s what video often strives toward. Making the inanimate, animate." (from her interview for Dossier). I can relate to what she's saying about finding comfort in the inanimate. For over a week now I've been finding myself listening again and again to a former teen idol I used to like a lot in the late 90s. I watch his old videos on youtube and keep hitting that replay button over and over again. It is ridiculous. It has also become quite depressing. At the same time though, it is incredibly comforting.

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