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als das kind kind war

Als das Kind Kind war,
hatte es von nichts eine Meinung,
hatte keine Gewohnheit,
saß oft im Schneidersitz,
lief aus dem Stand,
hatte einen Wirbel im Haar
und machte kein Gesicht beim fotografieren.

(...)

Als das Kind Kind war,
warf es einen Stock als Lanze gegen den Baum,
und sie zittert da heute noch.

Excerpt from Peter Handke's 'Lied vom Kindsein', narrated in full in Wim Wenders' 'Der Himmel über Berlin' ('Wings of Desire').

Complete text here, and English translation here.
Collection of articles on the film here.

21 stories

For fans of J.D. Salinger, the legendarily reclusive writer who hasn't published anything for the last 40 years (but who is rumoured to have a pile of manuscripts in a safe), here's a treat: 21 uncollected stories, which have only been published in magazines. All from the '40s, and a number of them feature Holden Caulfield, the equally legendary protagonist from 'The Catcher in the Rye'.

(Thanks to Maurice)

Update: Hm, this link looks long-dead. As an alternative, the New Yorker offers 13 of Salinger's published stories online (subscription required).

deep into the woods

After watching almost a thousand minutes of 'Twin Peaks' (pilot plus sixteen epsiodes) this weekend, what can i say... David Lynch and Mark Frost's creation is still among the most memorable and adventurous TV ever made. The series is often credited for setting a new standard in TV drama cinematography, but storywise such weirdness and darkness was not seen again. (Except perhaps for Dennis Potter's 'Karaoke', but that was only four episodes.)

In fact, Lynch complained about the changed climate in the TV industry when his 'Mulholland Drive' pilot was refused by ABC executives ten years later. (It eventually became a Palme winning film.)

Not entirely surprising perhaps from a director who said about 'Twin Peaks':

I liked the idea of a continuing story that sucks you into a deeper world. But Laura Palmer's killer was never meant to be discovered. The mystery was meant to float permanently above the action. Once it got solved, something beautiful was lost.
Twin Peaks

Anyway, thanks to the people from LLIK for damn fine coffee and cherrie pie.

the lost you

Brilliant new single from Hood, from the album 'Outside Closer'. Poppier than their usual layered post-rock soundscapes but still pretty weird, flirting with hip-hop beats and electronica as if they're remixing their own song.

Hood - The Lost You

Watch the video here.

eyecandystore

For obsessive downloaders, here's a good collection of public domain torrents (i.e. downloadable films of which the copyright has expired).

Includes silent classics (highly recommended!):

And b-movie curiosities:

All @ www.publicdomaintorrents.com

advice of the day

Work advice

"Ga langzaam naar uw werk." / "Go to work slowly."

culture industry

Today aesthetic barbarity completes what has threatened the creations of the spirit since they were gathered together as culture and neutralized. To speak of culture was always contrary to culture. Culture as a common denominator already contains in embryo that schematization and process of cataloging and classification which bring culture within the sphere of administration.

(...)

Not only are the hit songs, stars, and soap operas cyclically recurrent and rigidly invariable types, but the specific content of the entertainment itself is derived from them and only appears to change. The details are interchangeable. The short interval sequence which was effective in a hit song, the hero's momentary fall from grace (which he accepts as good sport), the rough treatment which the beloved gets from the male star, the latter's rugged defiance of the spoilt heiress, are, like all the other details, ready-made clichés to be slotted in anywhere; they never do anything more than fulfill the purpose allotted them in the overall plan. Their whole raison d'etre is to confirm it by being its constituent parts. As soon as the film begins, it is quite clear how it will end, and who will be rewarded, punished, or forgotten.

(...)

Every detail is so firmly stamped with sameness that nothing can appear which is not marked at birth, or does not meet with approval at first sight. And the star performers, whether they produce or reproduce, use this jargon as freely and fluently and with as much gusto as if it were the very language which it silenced long ago. Such is the ideal of what is natural in this field of activity, and its influence becomes all the more powerful, the more technique is perfected and diminishes the tension between the finished product and everyday life. The paradox of this routine, which is essentially travesty, can be detected and is often predominant in everything that the culture industry turns out.

From: 'The Culture Industry: Enlightment as mass deception' - Theodor Adorno & Max Horkheimer (1947!)