I've had an odd afternoon, and just now my mac showed an other sign of malfunction, it did not open any of the recently opened tabs neither it had the friendly message that says that "it's embarrassing but they can't retrieve any of the recently opened tabs".
I was thinking of this post while I was taking my late night shower and for a little while I wished I could write as nicely as an acquaintance of mine, whose name I shall not mention now, who writes music reviews weekly. I haven't read a whole text of his for some time now, but I really like the first lines of them I occasionally see on facebook. He always begins his texts in a rather personal way, mentioning this and that about his day or his week, without giving the impression that it is a diary entry. On the contrary, it seems he is about to make a leap soon to an interesting general and subjective issue.
I went to see a screening of a short film for which I made a "special object"; a clown mask. It was a disappointing short film. The production team spent almost as much time explaining what their intentions were and the subject-matter, as the film's duration, so as to, in my opinion, make up for the director's inability to handle the subject in an adequate manner. It was based on real facts (I usually don't give a monkey's ... for like statements when it has to do with art) and it was dealing with child molesters. Yet the audience would have never thought that this was the actual initiative, as they never put their finger on the subject. I could give dozens of other possible interpretations as to what I had seen and it was miles far from real children psychology. I am not sure whether I should mention the tittle because I don't think I want to offer an opportunity for further publicity (if, non-the-less you would like to see for your self please leave a comment and I will give you a link). Added to the above the director made a "mat" movement: as I was about to leave the theatre he asked me if I liked it. I felt uncomfortable and nodded negatively while saying "yes", out of cowardice or politeness. How on Earth does one think that he can get an honest answer if they address people in such a vulgar, straight-forward way?
I went out for a drink with another director (a student actually) and I had a lovely time bitching on how such a bold incompetent could have such an audience (more than fifty people saw it), what needed improvement, and, again, how on earth did they manage to show it in Technopolis, Athens ( a large multifunctional exhibition centre in the middle of Athens housed in an old gas factory with an excessively expensive rent).
After I parted with my recently mentioned companion I took a pedestrian street to go to Psyri to meet some friends. While I was walking there I had an unexpected strong aesthetic experience I would advice anyone to visit (preferably on night hours). Every approximately fifty metres was set a loudspeaker from which you could hear people giving speeches in various languages in a propagandist style. Given the concurrent social situation in Europe, it made a great impression on me. I had heard nothing of a festival taking place there and I was wondering what was going on and how did anyone get a permission to get a permission to do that!!!! When I got at the end of the road I saw a sign with the name of the artist (it was not familiar) and it mentioned something that included the words "dialogue" and "freedom" but I can't remember the syntax. It also mentioned it was speeches of El. Venizelos, A. Hitler, Che Guevara and others. Subsequently I saw a window of a shop that had display dolls with wings formed either from b&w photograph's of children or white cards with the "docteurs sans frontiers" logo. Again: propaganda and capitalism. I walked a bit further and I saw loads of discarded lettuces rotting in boxes on the sidewalk, soft poo that someone had stepped on, a guy on his own in an unclassifiable shop with the blinds half-pulled down, (I smelled first and then saw) two boys smoking something illegal and then, soon, I reached my destination: friends in a bar. My walked had been so interesting that as soon as I met them I started saying what I had seen. A man I don't know so well informed me that the sound installation was put up by fascists (in his exact words) that opposed to loosing their jobs as civil servants. I thought that this was the strangest piece of information! Who were these people? How could they have been fascists if they used such a liberal way of expression? Have they failed or have the meanings been so distorted?
I need to inquire further on that. Never the less, one of my most interesting nights out in this city that usually bores me to death. Please Hepl!!!
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