NOMADISM

“Not all those who wander are lost.” J. R. R. Tolkien

showslow:

Marina Abramovic meets Ulay

Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.

(Source: carlosbaila)

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via pavorst)

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Carlos Cruz-Diez, Chromosaturations

Venezuelan born, Paris working installation artist and painter Carlos Cruz-Diez’s Chromosaturation (1969) series presents an idea that simple cues can lead to an entire system of thoughts, beliefs and sensitivities. 22 cabins made of red, blue, and green Plexiglass are positioned in three separate monochromatic chambers, which combine together to trigger the retina to experience a full spectrum of color and light.  Engaging the viewer on a visceral and visual level, this type of installation in 1969 was undoubtedly quite refreshing against a climate of context oriented art.

dissections: Don’t trust people who tell you that they love you. All the time. As...

pavorst:

Don’t trust people who tell you that they love you. All the time. As though the statement itself is some kind of confirmation - a little gold star. And then at the end of the week they tally up their starcharts and it’s a kind of game. You used to do this when you were a kid. Remember? Say just…

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALBUM 24.2013

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALBUM 24.2013

remember the last promise

we were 

in love

and i wished for

a story

beyond an unseen future

beyond this and that

beyond the known 

differences

but

then 

you left

and i 

waited

for 

something

because

i am in love

with you

today

and each day

after 21st december 2012

Tu Raja Ki Raj Dulari, Main Sirf Langote.., Aala Su.. 
Baandh Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, Kundi Sote Aala Su

Virtuous women and the world of cinema


(A translation of Saadat Hasan Manto’s ‘Sharif aurtein aur filmi duniya’, by Aakar Patel)

From the time that Hindustani films and working in them has come to prominence, the greater part of society has debated this question: should women of virtue work in movies or not? Some gentlemen, who want this profession to be cleaned of its image and association with women of the street, want the women of good virtue to enter Bollywood. There are other gentlemen for whom this association with cinema is not only off-putting, but a crime. These guardians of morality forget that even if they erase from one set of faces the stain of immorality, it will, of course, remain in another set.

Removing the women of the street from the film set will not mean that the market for the sale of women’s bodies for pleasure will end. Those who oppose the presence in cinema of fallen women, whose skill at acting and at singing otherwise brings them entertainment and relief, forget that these women were once not fallen. If a woman from a brothel should leave it and find work in the line of cinema, then we have little right to oppose her.

Prostitutes are really the product of society. Then why do we raise the demand for an end to them when they form a legitimate part of our culture? If they are to be reformed, then we must also reform all other work that is associated with the body. The clerk in the office spends his day in writing and inspecting his books of accounts. Similarly, the seller of alcohol spends his day making a living his way. Both for the same reason. Only their method is different. It’s possible that our office clerk, should he have no other option, might also turn to selling alcohol. We would not hate him for this, even if we did not like those who drink.

What reason could there be for such hatred to be shown only when a woman offers to sell what she has of value: her body? The circumstance of such a woman is surely not deserving of hatred or contempt. The good women of our good families are the way they are, so fragrant to us, because of the social conditions in which they were brought up. From the security of their home, they enter the financial safety of their husband’s home. From the rough ways of the world, they are at all times distant. The woman who didn’t have a father’s shelter above her, who had no education, who had to feed herself with her own devices, such a woman is as like pebble broken off from the pavement.

Prostitutes are not born, they are made. Or they make themselves. That thing for which there is demand will always enter the market. The demand of men is, of course, for the body of the woman. This is why every city has its red light area. If the demand were to end today, these areas would vanish of themselves.

Our classification of women, this naming of them and this branding of them as prostitutes is itself wrong. A man remains a man no matter how poor his conduct. A woman, even if she were to deviate for one instance from the role given to her by men, doesn’t remain a woman but a whore. She is viewed with lust and contempt. Society closes to her the doors it leaves ajar for a man stained by the same ink. If both are equal, why are our barbs reserved for the woman? It is being demanded that the entry into studios of prostitutes be forbidden. Does this not tell us that man is incapable of controlling himself? That he is in fact much weaker than the woman?

To those men who say that women from “good families” must come intothe world of cinema, I have this question: What is it that you mean by “good”? That woman who puts on display her wares honestly, and sells them without intention to cheat, is such a woman not virtuous? To these men, who want actresses to be only those women who are possessed of virtue, I ask: is it fine for the man who acts to be not virtuous? I would say it is necessary for both actors and actresses to be, not virtuous, but familiar with the emotions they portray. I say a woman unfamiliar with the pain of separation from her lover cannot properly enact it. The woman unacquainted with sadness will not be able to show us melancholy.

The facts are before us, we cannot run away from them. If it is the quality of the movies we make that concerns us, we must correct our vision. Flaws of character are the personal problem of the individual. They have nothing to do with the talent of the person, which is the aspect that interests us. Our films, whether acted in by women of virtue or women of fallen virtue, must reflect reality.

I clarify here that I don’t necessarily think of prostitution as a fine thing. I don’t want that prostitutes be given entry into studios for the fact of their being prostitutes alone. What I want to say, and what I have said, is clear enough. If an actress has no memory of pain, no idea of sorrow, she will never be a quality actress. To be an actress a woman must be familiar with the fine and the less fine aspects of life. Whether she is from a brothel or from an eminent family, to me an actress is an actress. Her morality, or her immorality, doesn’t really interest me. Her talent and art are not related to the kind of human being she otherwise might be.

Unspeakable Atrocities - New German film on the greatest mass rape in history - 2 million German women raped by the Judeo-Bolsheviks from 1945-49

“Kill! Kill! In the German race there is nothing but evil; not one among the living, not one among the yet unborn but is evil! Follow the precepts of Comrade Stalin. Stamp out the fascist beast once and for all in its lair! Use force and break the racial pride of these German women. Take them as your lawful booty. Kill! As you storm onward, kill, you gallant soldiers of the Red Army.” —Jewish Soviet propagandist Ilya Ehrenburg, in a leaflet distributed to Soviet soldiers upon entering Germany in 1945