...and towards the end.
1 bike
1 woman with a strong image of summer on her mind
1 slippery road
...those were the first dangerous words in english, exactly 1/2 a year ago.
well, where did this bike, my fucked up bicycle with bad-working breaks and failing gears, where did it bring that woman with strong images on her mind? - it took her for a ride through her dangerous mind, along that slippery road lined with confessions instead of trees: a strenuous tour de miriam that now, as planned 6 months later, takes a well-deserved "end".
"an END?" - i hear it echoing across the world. yes, "end", the natural "closure" of a one-way street. and as someone who is always coquetting with radical transformation: i will be the only one breaking through the wall at this deadlock and leave you with the debris, the pieces of me - au revoir, "c'est fini". [and by all the importance in music history of the foregoing links, of course this is my ending. shot in black and white, slushy soundtrack, protagonist with a slight squint. oh oui! ]
...the road changed from slippery to dry, confessions became advices first, and now doings, the dangerous mind turned into a dangerous existence, which takes place off the online-world from now on: in the night, and in the sun, in trouble, and within LIFE!
so before both, the credits, and your tears start rolling: let me do my little oscar speech.
my gratitude goes out to your attention. not only confessions lined my way, but the interest of a handful of spectators: some of them cheering and encouraging, some of them excoriating, some of them watching quietly from the rear. with all of you i walked the line: a marathon through kitchens, pop cultural history, emotions, art institutions, platonic caves and childhood memories.
thanks for being the audience of my paper chase: it's me i found/won in the end.
- putting together the paper chips narrating the story: i told about my passion for "dancing", my obsession with "music", i wrote about my mania for "food", i told about the "vocation" that never lets me sleep, about my necessity to hide behind "trees" to give vent to my literally conflicting nature.
...anyone mentioned vienna here? jaja, i told about "my" city, too. - the metropolis i, heavily wounded, had to return to, the city which needed 6 months to reclaim its aspiration of being a home to me. a place which knows me "up and down", a place which suits me so perfectly because it combines both, the "monstrous" and the "seraphic" [in diesem saft die kraft, die wiener glut...].
...and like the blog header, a picture you became so familiar with, i will now turn my head.
turn my head towards the sun, entering another way of freedom, leading me not only east, but west [hopefully...], north [tomorrow!] and south [soon!]....
for this dry road, i don't need no bike. not even boots. i can go barefoot.
START WALKING...!
the events, groups, and people depicted and referred to in this blog were fictitious.
any similarity to any event, person, group, living or dead was merely coincidental.
no animals were harmed in the making of this story. i'm not so sure about people though.
rated: NC-17.
genre: slasher-romance-fantasy--comedy-film noir-musical-porn, ergo: grotesque.
director: MSK
story: MSK
producer: MSK
protagonist: MSK
setting design: MSK
cinematography: MSK
soundtrack: MSK
costume design: MSK
special and visual effects: MSK
dedicated: to a better tomorrow. und all jenen die daran arbeiten.
[ - denn natürlich gibt es ein sequel, dear german speaking ones. verkopften theorietransfer und visuelle referenzialitäten, also artsy diskursscheiße galore!
how to get there: ich lege euch den faden der ariadne richtung pandoras box aus, und freue mich, wenn ich die ersten über den hades schiffen sehe. folgt also dem orakel....
und kombiniert...
- die gängige österreichische abbreviatio für [vermeintlich? ja, natürlich! glaub ich da noch dran!] nachhaltig produzierte lebensmittel....
- mit der ebenso abgekürzten umgangssprachlichen bezeichnung eines stammlokals am berlinsken hippen unteren ende einer straße des 6. wiener gemeindebezirks [another clue: t. gottschalk pflegt den namen dieser stätte der intellektualität, des visuellen wie dionysischen vergnügens, gerne in seiner show auszurufen]...
- nahtlos daran angefügt soll der genitiv eines bestimmten artikel im neutrum stehen...
- und abgeschlossen wird das ganze von einem nomen, das sich auch im titel einer maßgeblichen erzählsammlung eines denkers der moderne, der am 10. september 1897 in billom geboren wurde, findet. das wort, welches sich in dessen - 1972 erstmalig deutsch erschienenen - sammelwerk als adjektiv verkleidet, bedarf nach der transformation in ein substantiv noch einer weiteren wandlung: eine internetkompatible zwiespaltung eines umlautes.
- das ganze findet, wie bisher gehabt, in einem "zeitgenössischen" netzwerk statt.
...und wer mir jetzt, nach diesem ausflug durch wien, die deutsche grammatik, und die französische literatur, immer noch folgen kann, der folgt mir auch tatsächlich: in die gefilde der transgression, in ein gewächshaus des grenzwärtigen. watch me gardening, auch falls es nur mit request for entry via email gehen sollte.
- i see you when you see me! -
1 woman with a strong image of summer on her mind
1 slippery road
...those were the first dangerous words in english, exactly 1/2 a year ago.
well, where did this bike, my fucked up bicycle with bad-working breaks and failing gears, where did it bring that woman with strong images on her mind? - it took her for a ride through her dangerous mind, along that slippery road lined with confessions instead of trees: a strenuous tour de miriam that now, as planned 6 months later, takes a well-deserved "end".
"an END?" - i hear it echoing across the world. yes, "end", the natural "closure" of a one-way street. and as someone who is always coquetting with radical transformation: i will be the only one breaking through the wall at this deadlock and leave you with the debris, the pieces of me - au revoir, "c'est fini". [and by all the importance in music history of the foregoing links, of course this is my ending. shot in black and white, slushy soundtrack, protagonist with a slight squint. oh oui! ]
...the road changed from slippery to dry, confessions became advices first, and now doings, the dangerous mind turned into a dangerous existence, which takes place off the online-world from now on: in the night, and in the sun, in trouble, and within LIFE!
so before both, the credits, and your tears start rolling: let me do my little oscar speech.
my gratitude goes out to your attention. not only confessions lined my way, but the interest of a handful of spectators: some of them cheering and encouraging, some of them excoriating, some of them watching quietly from the rear. with all of you i walked the line: a marathon through kitchens, pop cultural history, emotions, art institutions, platonic caves and childhood memories.
thanks for being the audience of my paper chase: it's me i found/won in the end.
- putting together the paper chips narrating the story: i told about my passion for "dancing", my obsession with "music", i wrote about my mania for "food", i told about the "vocation" that never lets me sleep, about my necessity to hide behind "trees" to give vent to my literally conflicting nature.
...anyone mentioned vienna here? jaja, i told about "my" city, too. - the metropolis i, heavily wounded, had to return to, the city which needed 6 months to reclaim its aspiration of being a home to me. a place which knows me "up and down", a place which suits me so perfectly because it combines both, the "monstrous" and the "seraphic" [in diesem saft die kraft, die wiener glut...].
...and like the blog header, a picture you became so familiar with, i will now turn my head.
turn my head towards the sun, entering another way of freedom, leading me not only east, but west [hopefully...], north [tomorrow!] and south [soon!]....
for this dry road, i don't need no bike. not even boots. i can go barefoot.
START WALKING...!
the events, groups, and people depicted and referred to in this blog were fictitious.
any similarity to any event, person, group, living or dead was merely coincidental.
no animals were harmed in the making of this story. i'm not so sure about people though.
rated: NC-17.
genre: slasher-romance-fantasy--comedy-film noir-musical-porn, ergo: grotesque.
director: MSK
story: MSK
producer: MSK
protagonist: MSK
setting design: MSK
cinematography: MSK
soundtrack: MSK
costume design: MSK
special and visual effects: MSK
dedicated: to a better tomorrow. und all jenen die daran arbeiten.
[ - denn natürlich gibt es ein sequel, dear german speaking ones. verkopften theorietransfer und visuelle referenzialitäten, also artsy diskursscheiße galore!
how to get there: ich lege euch den faden der ariadne richtung pandoras box aus, und freue mich, wenn ich die ersten über den hades schiffen sehe. folgt also dem orakel....
und kombiniert...
- die gängige österreichische abbreviatio für [vermeintlich? ja, natürlich! glaub ich da noch dran!] nachhaltig produzierte lebensmittel....
- mit der ebenso abgekürzten umgangssprachlichen bezeichnung eines stammlokals am berlinsken hippen unteren ende einer straße des 6. wiener gemeindebezirks [another clue: t. gottschalk pflegt den namen dieser stätte der intellektualität, des visuellen wie dionysischen vergnügens, gerne in seiner show auszurufen]...
- nahtlos daran angefügt soll der genitiv eines bestimmten artikel im neutrum stehen...
- und abgeschlossen wird das ganze von einem nomen, das sich auch im titel einer maßgeblichen erzählsammlung eines denkers der moderne, der am 10. september 1897 in billom geboren wurde, findet. das wort, welches sich in dessen - 1972 erstmalig deutsch erschienenen - sammelwerk als adjektiv verkleidet, bedarf nach der transformation in ein substantiv noch einer weiteren wandlung: eine internetkompatible zwiespaltung eines umlautes.
- das ganze findet, wie bisher gehabt, in einem "zeitgenössischen" netzwerk statt.
...und wer mir jetzt, nach diesem ausflug durch wien, die deutsche grammatik, und die französische literatur, immer noch folgen kann, der folgt mir auch tatsächlich: in die gefilde der transgression, in ein gewächshaus des grenzwärtigen. watch me gardening, auch falls es nur mit request for entry via email gehen sollte.
- i see you when you see me! -
mironja - 1. May, 09:00
