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December 12th 2006 me, arts and politics >

We argued for the second time about that Billy Wilder's movie "One, Two, Three". I flatly stated that the movie was sheer propaganda of the cold war. Russian are represented with the usual demeaning stereotype of the illiterate, greedy, corrupt thug. Or as naive idealists easy to buy. Nothing very distant from the representation of Russian people in any other western Hollywoodian movie of the last sixty years at that.
"Let's imagine they're not russians, but jews, or black africans," I argued. "Wouldn't you be ashamed and disturbed by it?"
"No. It's a comedy," she defended, "and well done too."
"True. I am not saying you couldn't laugh with it. But There is a comedy which after all starts from the things as they are, even if it ends by overturning reality completely. And a comedy which just destroys reality from the start, without appeal, with commonplaces, burlesque, caricatures. That's even worse than a serious propaganda movie."
"I can appreciate any kind of movie for its artistic values regardless the politics or the propaganda involved in it."
"Me too, mostly", I said. "But at least let's take some points away from the valuation we make of it"
"But why?"
"Because it allowed politics into arts!" I said. "It tried to play tricks on us! That's not good art in my book!"
"Uff, I hate it when you talk politics!"

At the end of this conversation, which could easily apply to the movie 'Borat' too, I wondered a little about my relationship with politics.
I am very sensitive to politics. I am not saying I have a great understanding of it, but I know where it can be found, how it operates. I can recognize it even if it's very well hidden behind different means, pretenses and results.

So what basically happens with politics is that I start talking about it not because I enjoy to, or because I have my idea and I want to be in the arena. I start talking politics simply when I feel attacked by it. When I perceive propaganda hidden behind informations, arts, entertainments. When I perceive aggressive politics against my rights or others' rights. It's more a reflex than everything else, and in fact the results are not very brilliant, since I am the first one who gets bored of arguing about politics.

As with the movie "One, Two, Three", nothing bores me more than seeing a form of art I love prostituted by politics. But what really makes me snap, is to see folks persuaded by it as if the politics or the propaganda were completely absent.

That really puts me in a desperate mood. Because I think there's always a struggle between arts and politics or religion, and in that moment I see the arts losing the battle.
In fact, Ideas always want to enslave Arts, and Arts always have to find new means to disclose their intentions beyond Ideas. This is always a result obtained with Form, because Ideas are not the essence of Arts. The only essence is Form.

An example? Take any religious picture of a master of the renaissance. No matter what any Scholar of Arts will tell you, the most important thing into it are not the allegories, the subjects or the ideas it conveys. The most important thing instead are the colors, the light, the way surfaces juxtapose, the composition, the design, etc.

Another example? What Kundera said of George Orwell's novel 1984 (I paraphrase): 1984 is not a good piece of art, not a good novel, because politics dominate the novel and not the other way around. This is true even if you agree with Orwell's visions and ideas, because it's a formal problem.
The simple intention of seeing a political idea prevailing in a work of art makes the work of art tinkle, like a bad coin.


December 23rd 2005 Why, why do this? >

In picture: At the presentation of his last movie, in Rome, a compliant, depressed mr. Woody Allen is made fun at by a sad "comic" impersonator of mr. Berlusconi. Which is notoriously another proven way Berlusconi uses to be everywhere (read about this episode on Dagospia).
Because Woody Allen is so much worshipped in Italy, they have to smear their showbiz-political-pasquinade crap all around his icon, regardless he's still alive, and, not like them, sensible. Oh, what a shame... I'd like to say sorry in name of my country to mr. Allen if I could. Sorry so much. That's the shape we're in, man.
And, I love your shirt by the way.


October 10th 2005 Overheard in Milan: get them while they're young >

Teen girl #1: So they actually gave us the key.
Teen girl #2: Really?
Teen girl #1: I told you we had the keys for the oratorio1
Teen girl #2: Who were you?
Teen girl #1: Just me, Gala, Jessica, Davide e Pozzi.
Teen girl #2: Why did they gave you the keys?
Teen girl #1: Because we had to see a movie.
Teen girl #2: What movie?
Teen girl #1: We saw "the Hall", an horror movie, and "the Other Half of Love", about two lesbians (inhales deeply from the cigarette).

1. Oratorio: the traditional Italian catholic parish youth club next to the church and managed by the local priest.


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  • In the seventh grade I moved the family typewriter into my bedroom to begin work on my screenplay. It was a very moving romantic comedy intended to feature a monkey, Simon LeBon of Duran Duran and the well-known actress Bess Armstrong whom I’d seen in my favorite movie of the 6th grade, High Road to China. / taken from 2007 Things «

  • The purpose of art is to impart the sensation of things as they are perceived and not as they are known. The technique of art is to make objects ‘unfamiliar’, to make forms difficult, to increase the difficulty and length of perception because the process of perception is an aesthetic end in itself and must be prolonged. Art is a way of experiencing the artfulness of an object; the object is not important." / taken from Shklovsky, "Art as Technique" via MUSINGS ON HANDKE’S PROSE

  • The endgame will culminate in the creation of an Eretz Israel by which time the Palestinian entity will be the substance of myth, nurtured only in poetry and song, some tears and some faded old maps. There are not even many Mahmoud Darwish' around to write about this pain. The fountains of sadness are sprouting blood, the insane cries for help are falling on deaf ears, at this time poetry and Literature seem superfluous, including my naive post. / taken from THOUGHTS OF XANADU: What the Zionists want

  • Furthermore, as anybody who recently has endured the indignity of a traffic stop can attest, police in most jurisdictions routinely inquire as to whether there are weapons in the car. (In my most recent traffic stop, the officer asked, “Are there any weapons in your car I need to know about?” “No, none that you need to know about,” was my immediate response.) / taken from Pro Libertate: "Question 46," Revisited

  • dam's broke, / head's a / waterfall. / taken from 3quarksdaily

  • Heard the alarm clock screaming with pain, / Couldn't find myself so I went back to sleep again / So fill my ears with silver / Stick my legs in plaster / Tell me lies about Vietnam. // taken from the swiss lounge: adrian mitchell

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  • He’s thin and tall and you can see that his hands have been working for a long time. He’s chopping the thick mean ice in front of the church. “That’s tough work today,” I say. He stops and looks up, leaning on the long stick of the icebreaker. “Yes it is. But lookin’ at you,” he says, “I got me some new energy.” / taken from on the corner « Municipal Archive

  • Still, the clothes are fantastic. / taken from sit down man, you're a bloody tragedy: A trial

  • What a pathetic group! What a lack of humanity and true pain! They were real and therefore unbelievable. No one could ever use them for the scene of a novel or a descriptive backdrop. They went by like rubbish in a river, in the river of life, and to see them go by made me sick to my stomach and profoundly sleepy. / taken from Dispatches from Zembla: "Those who suffer, suffer alone"

  • W.'s always admired my whining, 'like a sad chimp, at the limits of its intelligence', but my depression took me beyond that, didn't it? You were silent for once, W. says. I didn't ring him, or respond to emails ... No chatter from me: that's when he knew things were really bad, says W. / taken from Spurious

  • The summer after Hearst's trial, Star Wars was released and immediately became a pop sensation. America now preferred its captives to be self-willed self-rescuers. Rambo would soon grace movie screens; Ronald Reagan would soon be president. And Patty Hearst would go to jail, a harbinger of our new age of "personal responsibility." What was a captive supposed to do? The jury decided: she was supposed to just say no. / taken from That Girl: The Captivity and Restoration of Patty Hearst (Page 2)

  • An idea has only to be something you have not thought of before to take over the mind, and all afternoon I kept hearing in my mind snatches of books which might exist in three or four hundred years. / taken from Helen DeWitt, The Last Samurai, from THE CHAGALL POSITION: Relations of Notes


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