As always a pleasure to read you, Johannes! I want only correct a little bit when I wrote I "might bump into one of her torturers from years back." I did it, already. A man and a woman. The woman and me were waiting on line to buy an ice cream in a popular iceparlor. There were two parallell lines, she stood in one, I stood in the other. I looked at her face and first could not place here, was she a neighboor? A former class comrade? Some far relative? And suddenly I put on her a green uniform and saw her became the sadistic female soldier participating in our tortures as volontary (it was not her job, she offered herself as volontary) or beating the jars of our cells on the nights to don't let us sleep. I froze, she froze, and the both of us left the place without buying anything.
The man was having a coffe in a place I was together wirh friends, he looked at me intensely and I asked my friends if they knew him. Yes, they said, don't you remember him? He was called "Little Bird" och was the son of a socialistic professor. He killed his own cousin in Buenos Aires (she fled from our jail in Montevideo and was kidnapped by Argentinian and Uruguayan militars in Buenos Aires) and called his onkel, the father of the girl he killed, to tell him that. He was there, undisturbed, drinking a coffe and talking in his mobile. The reason I didn't recognize him was the most of our torturers interrogated and tortured us with masks covering their faces, they didn't want to be recognized by us when we were free. Ana > On Fri, Oct 5, 2012 at 2:05 PM, Johannes Birringer <johannes.birrin...@brunel.ac.uk> wrote: > > thanks Monika for these very illuminating and profound responses you wrote > (answering Maria's and my questions), > > [strangely I am trying to re-read them while watching Alan's machinima on > Anita Berber and Sebastian Droste, now that is a very strange dis/traction to > the 1920s and the queering of Berlin's underground & performance, cabaret and > film scene) > > and what you say about your "polluting" strategies: <<It's the pollution of > the polis through staining it with empathy and affect, that drives my recent > work>>, which i can now also understand much better since your posting on the > "Shrouds" project. > > I wonder what others here think about your postings? and your responses? > > Monika schreibt: >>>What comes to mind is that the work always exists in the context of the site >>>and the context of one's life work, even one's writing. the projects I did >>>in Dresden, New York. Potsdam, Warsaw or now Santiago -- and many other >>>places -- the past are inscribed in the body of the city, so this forms one >>>level of context. > The prolonged moment, the experience of the passerby (I don't like the word > "viewers" or "audience" and I always insist on "experiencer"), offers a > possibility of a dialogue, the ABA, a return and circularity between > presences. >>> > > Yes, I see the significance of context/site and its histories inscribed, or > its wounds still visible of not, or adapted/restituted. > > I now think of Ana Váldes telling us she walks through the streets of > Montevideo and might bump into one of her torturers from years back. What > would one do? > > > Ana, what catharsis? > and how does the traveling artist who comes to Dresden and Santiago affect > catharsis (amongst the locals, the audience?) I think you can call them > experiencers, if you wish, but for artworks and ritual > performance exhibitions, i think one can also see them as viewers and > audiences, after all, it is not clear to me how empathy or affect works > through video, installation, and why artworks should affect experiences in > the profound ways you claim (for the polis community of ancient tragedy, the > funeral gathering in Palestinia?). Video or body installations are, a a > category, different from the funerals that Ana seems to have in mind. I would > insist so, and won't need to mention Marina Abramovic or others at > galleries, biennials and museums 'under'-going their fasts and durational > self-exhibition spectacles.... > > One would need to discuss funeral practices in context then, too, and examine > them; the agonized groans, the tears, the gestures, the silence, the > repetitions (such as the protests of the madres de desaparecidos in Buenos > Aires)..... > > > Grave matters here this week. After Alan, may I also dis/tract you by passing > on to you a brief message just received from Argentine friend asking me about > the camera work in Madrid during recent public unrest and protests, when > drones?/surveillance helicopters? flew over the city, like angels, taking a > look at the wounding? > >>> > Era cuestión de horas. De los cientos de cámaras personales que grabaron > disturbios en Madrid han aflorado hoy vídeos que están recorriendo las redes > sociales y se asoman a veces a medios de comunicación. Elegimos algunos de > los más difundidos. > > La primera carga en Neptuno vista desde arriba. > > Un policía infiltrado se identifica ante sus compañeros cuando intentan > detenerle: "¡Que soy compañero, coño!" >>> > > (video sources: > http://www.eldiario.es/politica/videos-actuacion-policial-ver_0_51795275.html#comments) > > > respectfully > Johannes Birringer > > > Monika schreibt: > >>>I consider lamentation as a communal mourning process in public sphere of >>>polis, which in the ancient times was not supposed to be polluted by any >>>openly expressed emotion (unworthy of citizen) nor by anything else coming >>>from non-citizens such as were women at the time. In various geographies and >>>traditions around the world women were the ones who organized themselves and >>>then performed lament in response to war, response to the absurdity of war, >>>often joining forces with the other mourners from the other side, the >>>"enemies". It's the pollution of the polis through staining it with empathy >>>and affect, that drives my recent work. Even more so, I think the political >>>force comes out of that unknown, permeable, leaky state of mourning, when >>>the boundaries between you and me and the third (as in Levinas) are prone to >>>overlap or momentarily melt, because we are indeed undone by each other. > > Soldiers are trained to un-think the Other as a no-body, through developing > a specific language or vocabulary that avoids any reference to human beings > (target, casualty etc.) and also through the strategic enforcing of the > agenda of difference, we and them. It would be a military tragedy (and > humanity's victory) if we were to actually look at one another with the > understanding that the boundaries of Otherness are porous and permeable. > > [very interesting, this makes me want to go back and have another look at > Theweleit's "Male Fantasies"] > > I think of Lament also as a form,incantation, return, calling, echoing, hence > my use of Lament's ABA format. The pollution that happens when the two worlds > cross and merge, then and now, dead and alive. I think of Lament as > enunciation and as anamnesis, also as a direct sibling of historical memory > which, when real and subversive, is capable of undoing power, to some extent. > That's why my work has been gradually [over the last 10 years or so] moving > towards a focus on the idea of a City, specifically City's memory and City as > a martyr (more about this later...) > > So yes, lamentation is a critique that serves towards community > self-constitution, where the boundary between lamentation lamentations > becomes fluid and reversible.>> > > > > > > > > _______________________________________________ > empyre forum > firstname.lastname@example.org > http://www.subtle.net/empyre -- http://writings-escrituras.tumblr.com/ http://maraya.tumblr.com/ http://www.twitter.com/caravia158 http://www.scoop.it/t/art-and-activism/ http://www.scoop.it/t/food-history-and-trivia http://www.scoop.it/t/gender-issues/ http://www.scoop.it/t/literary-exiles/ http://www.scoop.it/t/museums-and-ethics/ http://www.scoop.it/t/urbanism-3-0 http://www.scoop.it/t/postcolonial-mind/ cell Sweden +4670-3213370 cell Uruguay +598-99470758 "When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been and there you will always long to return. — Leonardo da Vinci _______________________________________________ empyre forum email@example.com http://www.subtle.net/empyre