tbc I: in medias res --> go away white!
...i spontaneously have to descend deeper into last week's generic epitome of my portfolio.
- imagine a classical zoom in, a vertigo-style focus, where the rest blurs for the sake of a revealing close up. in medias res, as us latin scholars call it.
a) open question I: refusing the light, choosing to rage in the dark?
b) reznor gibt den brian eno aus dem darkroom. --> hilfe, das will ich geschrieben haben!
aside from a) being a serious question, why i'm always surprisingly couraged to make a fool of myself in the limelight, instead of blustering in my usual murkiness, and b) being a quote from a newspaper review, which i admire for its intellectual brashness --> what have those sentences in common? - an expression.
now, dark is the joint where both statements get connected, the apposite keyword, the focus i was talking about earlier. because: apparently, everyone is stepping outside of his/her/their darkroom lately. or, maybe let's put it like this: doors are opening to let in a little light, enabling a glimpse of curiosity into what has been closed for a while....
after reznor, vital signs of kindred spirits circumnavigate the globe: i receive emails with hysteric "back to life!!"-messages. and, as i can state after convincing myself by viewing quite expressive evidences, back to life with the usual striking performance....
like bela lugosi from his grave, bauhaus rise from the dead to release an ultimate breath of life. resurrection, indeed....
...but what made me want to crawl back into my winterish den of black & blank despair, were news from the blue pagoda. a place where fragility usually meets ardor, now embraced by progressive dash....
i am seriously bewildered.
by all my respect for the hearable references - my mind runs its fingers through my inner encyclopaedia of music, highlights causal relations from kraftwerk to hextatic to knife to alec empire to several experimental/drone/industrial/noise/whatever entries to....
- this is godammit unique.
...but how can something astonishing like this be released on march 18, 3 days prior to the beginning of spring? - post-production of the soundtrack to the silent movie my life has been the past 4 months....
and now, as i was about to realize that i can weather the cold, because i carry the heat [still, always] inside me [in the depth of winter, i finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer....]: i'm slapped by a hailstorm. according to the current temperature swing it has 1°C/34°F, listening to the machine guns that synchronize with the hammering in my head, i'm supposed to feel like -100 on every thinkable scale.
the difference is: 4 months ago i would have thrown all my senses into the cold storage, whereas now i am resisting the tempting dark fog i could cover myself with. i wipe away the clouds, simulate i never heard this masterpiece, "pretend that nothing ever happened, and make some plans instead." singing, screaming, going north by northwest, for example, where it's not that cold. original plans of dancing to feverish -10 today have to be caught up asap....
but instead of even more tickets, i buy some more eggs for the upcoming holiday weekend. whilst waiting in the checkout line, i start pondering about a salient phenomenon: the worrying amount of views into the dangerous darkroom, which i determine each week. being the only one knowing whom i opened doors for, and calculating the according arithmetical average of entries into these splendid apartments: erm, alarming, is the word i'd reckon. check your own addictive behavior, please! shouldn't y'all rather be fighting with pillows, eat barszcz with polish aunties, or host hedonistic easter brunches, like me...?!
5,50€, bitte.
i pay, put my groceries into the black basket i have as a carrier on my bike.
black, i am back to the keyword.
zoom out.
- imagine a classical zoom in, a vertigo-style focus, where the rest blurs for the sake of a revealing close up. in medias res, as us latin scholars call it.
a) open question I: refusing the light, choosing to rage in the dark?
b) reznor gibt den brian eno aus dem darkroom. --> hilfe, das will ich geschrieben haben!
aside from a) being a serious question, why i'm always surprisingly couraged to make a fool of myself in the limelight, instead of blustering in my usual murkiness, and b) being a quote from a newspaper review, which i admire for its intellectual brashness --> what have those sentences in common? - an expression.
now, dark is the joint where both statements get connected, the apposite keyword, the focus i was talking about earlier. because: apparently, everyone is stepping outside of his/her/their darkroom lately. or, maybe let's put it like this: doors are opening to let in a little light, enabling a glimpse of curiosity into what has been closed for a while....
after reznor, vital signs of kindred spirits circumnavigate the globe: i receive emails with hysteric "back to life!!"-messages. and, as i can state after convincing myself by viewing quite expressive evidences, back to life with the usual striking performance....
like bela lugosi from his grave, bauhaus rise from the dead to release an ultimate breath of life. resurrection, indeed....
...but what made me want to crawl back into my winterish den of black & blank despair, were news from the blue pagoda. a place where fragility usually meets ardor, now embraced by progressive dash....
i am seriously bewildered.
by all my respect for the hearable references - my mind runs its fingers through my inner encyclopaedia of music, highlights causal relations from kraftwerk to hextatic to knife to alec empire to several experimental/drone/industrial/noise/whatever entries to....
- this is godammit unique.
...but how can something astonishing like this be released on march 18, 3 days prior to the beginning of spring? - post-production of the soundtrack to the silent movie my life has been the past 4 months....
and now, as i was about to realize that i can weather the cold, because i carry the heat [still, always] inside me [in the depth of winter, i finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer....]: i'm slapped by a hailstorm. according to the current temperature swing it has 1°C/34°F, listening to the machine guns that synchronize with the hammering in my head, i'm supposed to feel like -100 on every thinkable scale.
the difference is: 4 months ago i would have thrown all my senses into the cold storage, whereas now i am resisting the tempting dark fog i could cover myself with. i wipe away the clouds, simulate i never heard this masterpiece, "pretend that nothing ever happened, and make some plans instead." singing, screaming, going north by northwest, for example, where it's not that cold. original plans of dancing to feverish -10 today have to be caught up asap....
but instead of even more tickets, i buy some more eggs for the upcoming holiday weekend. whilst waiting in the checkout line, i start pondering about a salient phenomenon: the worrying amount of views into the dangerous darkroom, which i determine each week. being the only one knowing whom i opened doors for, and calculating the according arithmetical average of entries into these splendid apartments: erm, alarming, is the word i'd reckon. check your own addictive behavior, please! shouldn't y'all rather be fighting with pillows, eat barszcz with polish aunties, or host hedonistic easter brunches, like me...?!
5,50€, bitte.
i pay, put my groceries into the black basket i have as a carrier on my bike.
black, i am back to the keyword.
zoom out.
mironja - 22. Mar, 15:00
