st #2: Postal Service - Cassius Song

Watch
Il Postino - Michael Radford
(try to fall asleep or to not cry)
then read
Post Office Charles Bukowski
then read
the story about the female letter carrier with a writer boyfriend in The Savage Detectives - Roberto Bolano
one week later
say, fuck it
and read burn all the letters you have received,
keep the bills and bank statements.

List #1: Young Boy and Cinema - Cassius Song

Watch
Cinema Paradiso - Giuseppe Tornatore (with popcorn)
then
Peeping Tom - Michael Powell (without popcorn)
in succession
Duration: 256 min approx.
Think twice about saying you are a filmmaker.

grey - Ernst Auer

No colours could fault grey and his typeface of despair

Street of Napoleonic Defeat - Ernst Auer

A story teller,
from where else but Argentina
was ready to tell me a tale
about a man, a person
who walked past a synagogue
with the taste of blood and mud on his tongue,
after eating half a kilo of cockles.
***
I mean, who else would I want to listen to now?
But yet, I have to wait for a translation -
voices from reality do not include subtitles.
***
Thought of Hepatitis,
the Star of David,
behind the gate,
a gentile security stared back.
***
From this end,
the long street seems tapered.
But it would stretch, the width will expand
when he starts walking towards the Chinese temple,
after the Hindu temple, at the other end.
***
The smoke from the cigarette
dangling from the corner of his mouth
won't irritate his eyes.
The smoke from his cigarette will blend
with the smoke from the burning incense.
The words the Argentinian spoke are confused with
the prayers,
the mumbling or whispers
of prostitutes,
hostesses,
lounge singers,
office ladies,
worried housewives
and weak men like us.
***
As a foreigner here,
he shall not make a fuss about the heat
but sure he looks like a madman.
***
Now I prayed only for a bank robbery to end it all,
since there's no war,
but to buy a shotgun or pistol...
I wasn't sure if that's a question.
I walked into a convenience store,
one bullet is enough,
but only noticed condoms and lubricant gels next to the counter,
I noticed the flavours.
I walked out and turned right
towards Bencoolen St
and was reminded of colonization and barricades
all over again.

Thursday

At Berlin, on a thursday
inside a train station now an art museum.
Beuys, Jospeh Beuys
room after room.
Boring videos, coyote, fats and near death,
dead wood, and mystical metal
chalkboard encased,
what's the point of discussion, explanation or debate
talk and talk
photographed the
Shaman, Shaman performs
performs the decomposition of Europe.

Eva as Stone

'I can't recall the date Eva turned into stone. As a marble statue of associate tyranny frozen in a tireless and unchanging pose, or to read the epitah on her tomb, for her body underneath or our relation's demise. The body not the person who has left the world to reside inside my head. The bullet hole, the 'eighth orifice' meant for my head was staged. And the rumour that we fled to Argentina together, History wants to pardon us, for us to live until a ripe old age, for our German tragic drama to sound like an American fairy tale, of this Teutonic history to Walt Disney myth, like how I turned the world into a theatre of war. On the date of her departure, I, the living dead, could only be mute and inert, sadly for one who was once feared and respected for his voice and gesture.' - Ernst Auer
'Ich kann mich nicht erinnern, das Datum Eva in Stein verwandelt. Wie eine Marmorstatue der Tyrannei in ein unermüdlicher und unveränderlich darstellen, oder die epitah auf ihr Grab zu lesen, denn ihr Körper unter oder unsere Beziehung Ableben eingefroren. Der Körper nicht derjenige, der die Welt verlassen hat, um in meinem Kopf befinden. Das Einschussloch war der achte Öffnung "für meinen Kopf gemeint inszeniert. Und das Gerücht, dass wir nach Argentinien floh zusammen, will Geschichte uns entschuldigen, für uns bis ins hohe Alter zu leben, für unsere deutschen Trauerspiels wie ein amerikanischer Märchen Sound, dieser teutonischen Geschichte von Walt Disney Mythos, wie, wie ich drehte mich um die Welt in ein Theater. Am Tag ihrer Abreise, konnte ich die lebenden Toten, nur stumm und träge, traurig für jemanden, der einmal gefürchtet und respektiert für seine Stimme und Gestik.'- Ernst Auer

Petty issue about names - Chien Swee-Teng

Art historian Michael Sullivan said in a conference in Singapore he still insists in using Peking (the old name) instead of Beijing because that how they termed it in English, like how London is Lun Dun in Mandarin. [some in the hall laughed, perhaps to show they know how to appreciate the wit and humour of a British academic.]
If the director Lee Ang is Ang Lee in the West because that is how names are ordered there, then this old historian of Chinese art should be Sullivan Michael or Chaelmic Vanlisul or Leahcim Navillus or Navillus Leahcim.