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Venues at Center for Performance Research, Brooklyn, October 6-9, 2010
RoxanneLola MovementMachine presents the premiere of Anne Zuerner’s first evening length work, NEAR THE FAR, a site-specific contemporary dance work for CPR’s brand new performance space. This emotionally intense, cinematic work, features remarkable dancing by Emma Desjardins (Merce Cunningham Dance Company), Ellie Kusner (Pam Tanowitz Dance), Adele Nickel (Sara Michelson’s Dover Beach, Liz Gerring Dance, CorbinDan…ces), and Anne Zuerner, as well as a haunting, original score for keyboard and synthesizer composed and performed live by Porcelain Skyline. Painter David Pappaceno contributes his visionary designs to CPR’s large white walls.
Performances will take place:
Wednesday and Thursday at 8:00pm,
Friday and Saturday at 7:30pm and 9:00pm.Tickets are $17 and available online at smarttix.com, (212) 868-4444, and at the door.
Only 30 audience members may attend each performance, so reservations are recommended!
More infos: Center for Performance Research
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novembre magazine x swiss institute new york
Yesterday was held at the New York Swiss Institute, with the blessing of the auspicious Gianni Jetzer, the official presentation of our—nearly—new born baby “Novembre“. It was a very nice night full of friends, performances & bloody mary. I personally want to thank Jeanne-Salomé & Clément for putting it all up, the performers & attendees, and Ting Ting for helpful assistance. An more exhaustive report will be posted in the next few days!
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Tuesday | August 24 | 7PM | Magazine Launch Novembre | SWISS INSTITUTE
COME AND CELEBRATE WITH US THE OFFICIAL PRESENTATION OF NOVEMBRE MAGAZINE IN NEW YORK CITY, TUESDAY from 7 to 11 ! Details below.
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Erik Tidemann, new works
Couple of nice recent pieces from rising Norwegian artist Erik Tidemann who we profiled earlier this year. Kinder bueno indeed. More at http://www.myspace.com/eriktidemann
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dumbo
This is not a post about our favourite Milan graffiti writer but about a nice area of Brooklyn where took place an art show yesterday to which our friend, tattoo artist Mark Cross took part.
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New Absurdism’s Manifesto
“Absurdism expresses the meaninglessness of life whose only beauty is self-contradiction.”
New Absurdism views the author as constructor instead of creator, manipulating and processing textual blocks of experience through various metafictional devices and the thematic templates of satire, black humor and parody.
New Absurdism views the story as object, disrupting the narrative, presenting linguistic puzzles, disjoint structures and unfamiliar or created words.
New Absurdism views the reader as co-constructor of the final meaning of the text, forcing the reader back into the action of reading instead of passively absorbing the words that other forms of fiction now provide them.CLICK HERE and you will access freely downloadable reviews, which are detailed, knowledgeable, academic, activist, punky and fun; with one foot firmly in the past (ZAUM, DADA, Surrealism, etc) and one foot in the present, The Absurdist Monthly Review deserves our attention !
Below, Asia Classics, vol. 1 – Vijaya Anand: Dance Raja Dance
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On the Sleeve – In the Bag (happy, happy, happy.)
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On the Sleeve (by Bradley Paul)
Oh, I was angry.
The guy was like “you’re a dick”
and I was like “No, you’re a dick,”
and he was like “I want to kill you”
and I was like “No, I want to kill you,”
and we kept that up for a good while.
But we resolved it so
now I’m happy, and
the sugars are solid
in the flesh of the pear
until a gale of diesel exhaust
blackens our lunch
and soots the café window.
Now I feel frustrated
at the cosmic antipathy
toward eating a decent pear.
It’s like this Iraq business,
or cancer out of nowhere.
One day everyone’s surplussing along,
the next day
all these people are dead.
The guy says
“That’s what a dick like you deserves,”
and I am angry with him again.
Call this a volatile
and artless set of moods,
self-centered, whatever,
but when the dog soldiers come to eat my heart,
their red velvet tunics
crusted hard in guts
that used to be wet,
I easily toss them my spleen
and as they gnash each other’s haunches
in a bloody dog soldier scrum
I skip away,
keeping my heart,
or so one says
to stay happy, happy, happy.



















