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Michiel Reynaert



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seismic activity

Michiel Reynaert -- Thu 10 Jun 2010 -- 0 reactions
Territorial tremors described by Lepecki in his analysis of colonialism in modernist (dance-) ontology, have a historical precedent in Kant


stories from the "meeting at frontlines"

Michiel Reynaert -- Tue 11 May 2010 -- 1 reaction
STORIES

1. Rules of the Game

The room is divided in 2 spaces, 2 participants are at the opposite sides of the room annoucing 2 different words. The people from the group has to position themselves on the side of the space defined by one of the 2 words. The 2 formed groups look at each other for 10 seconds, then, on a big board, each person sign with his logo next to the choosen word. The same process is repeated for 20 couples of words. 
At the end each participant traces a path on the board joining the points of his/her own logo and  write a story containing the choosen words.  

 

2. Conceptual Couples

at: http://apass.be/usr/michielreynaert/pictures/meet%20%26%20divide.jpg


3. Rules of the stories:

Choose 10 of the words and make a story or a text out of it.

 
4. Stories

Philippe Severyns
This is the story about a deeply political person, probably a man. When he is in a place he wants to control the place, be the place. He does so by polluting the environment cause he knows the strength of poison. He needs the others. Them. He needs them see the others as them. They have to belong to the/his place so they become sedentary. He will not sell them abstraction. The ideas have to be concrete. The will not desire beauty but long for dystopia. The future is of no importance, only the past and the now, the pre-future.
Where there is a void he will make it full. When there is darkness he will make so much light there is blindness. He knows all that is pretty uncool, but he couldn't care less.

Michiel Reynaert
I'm kind of confused, though I just meant to be kind. I'm confused cause I wrote the following (as a manifest):
Religious but polluting, just like metaphor does here with the empty word sexy.
Religious since pre-, that is, before anything, before anything else, before else, before distopia, before east, the sunrise towards we are all in motion.
Religious for them.

Stephen Baine
This is us, east of utopia, scarred by metaphor and invisible emptiness. Follow me, the postman to a sexy, post-frigid existence, we want to save the world through biological infiltration, or stand still sedentary and uncool, until the rational self cannot stand it anymore.

Adva Zakai

(this should be read while watching the placement/mapping of the terms on the paper):

this is interesting. and this is me. if one day i'll get bored with interesting and would like to fly to west, on my way there i'll be polluting the environment too much. i better move to uncool - interesting's neighbor. the thing is that uncool is threatened to be invaded by religious, that already concord confusion and made it disappear. i would have moved to distopia, but this is already approaching a much too political direction. i would have loved to join them, but then i'll be located too far from all my ideas


Iuliana 

Dreaming, I ended up locked in a frigid, empty, utopia
For ages, I waited for the postman to bring me the message that the world has been saved today.
He never came.
Flying was the strategy out of the traumatised world.
Being Uncool is my political statement in favour of  post-fashiion-ISM.
Me voilà,  Confused, on my way, in motion, between 2 places,
between 2 situations, 2 attitudes, 2 poles, 2 intentions, 2 truths.

Marcelo

He couldn't stand being so emotional.
He blamed us for such concrete confusion..
Then the invisible postman arrived, so sexy, so uncool....
Flying with chemicals was not the solution....

Katrin Lohmann

He used to be our postman, but we never had the chance to speak. He never rang the bell, surely not twice. It always was, as if he had passed by flying while delivering the mail. Then one day, i came home and he awaited me in front of the gate, with an uncealed letter in his hand, which looked very interesting. But instead of just handing it over to me, he wanted to know if i was still political. I said i was to scared to still believe in Utopia. "Then this letter is for you my friend" he said. "From who is it?" I asked. "It comes from the very West and is written with dubious intend" he answered. It was then, that I finally knew who he was, and I couldn't help getting emotional. I sanked through my knees and with trembling hands I opend the envelop. I am not allowed to tell you the full content of the letter. But this is not important anyway. It was signed with "US”.



Maria Lucia

The postman is trying to decipher metaphors that are implicit on the space...  To make visible the utopia of saving the world and suspend political engages in the scars of our  society.  Somehow, this mediator is framing diferent layers, spheres where the reality is flying so close... in a space between US and the environment. A space so far called Respect.



polarising as a meeting

Michiel Reynaert -- Thu 6 May 2010 -- 0 reactions
then, mapping for a story


meeting the new apass's

Michiel Reynaert -- Tue 4 May 2010 -- 0 reactions
(the list of divides, for the first meeting with the new apass's)
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