das schachspiel in "thomas crown ist nicht zu fassen". der rückenausschnitt des kleids von faye dunaway in "thomas crown ist nicht zu fassen".

It must be admitted that none of this is very clear. It is a completely typical drunken monologue, with its incomprehensible allusions and tiresome delivery. With its vain phrases that do not await response and its overbearing explanations. And its silences.

Guy Debord: Critique of Separation. New translation by Ken Knabb of the voice-over soundtrack of Guy Debord’s third film, Critique de la séparation (1961). The complete script of this film, with illustrations, detailed descriptions of the images, and extensive annotations, is included in Debord’s Complete Cinematic Works (AK Press, 2003). For further information, see Guy Debord’s Films (Contents of the book, with online excerpts).

Was haben der linke Pop-Star Naomi Klein und der deutsche Super-Star Alexander gemeinsam? Vieles: Die Entzauberung von Schönheit, die Absenz von Verführung, die Sehnsucht nach Identität, den als allgemeine Lüge offenbaren Schwur, sich „nicht verbiegen“ zu lassen. In der Duplizität ihrer marktgerechten Verwertungsmerkmale erscheinen die Logos „Naomi Klein“ und „Superstar Alexander“ als Ideen aus ein und derselben Produktlinie.

Aus dem Spiel ohne Grenzen-Reader (pdf).

Sehr lustig: Die Beleidigtheit der Wertkritiker der Gruppe krisis, weil Gremliza Kurz angepisst hat, obwohl Kurz doch eine Aboprämie gewesen ist. Oder so. Gezeichnet. Krisis-Redaktion.

Erklärung der Krisis-Redaktion zur Schmutzkampagne der Zeitschrift "konkret" gegen Robert Kurz

.... My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or fling you down under me on that softy belly of yours and fuck you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shape of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. It allows me to burst into tears of pity and love at some slight word, to tremble with love for you at the sounding of some chord or cadence of music or to lie heads and tails with you feeling your fingers fondling and tickling my ballocks or ....

James Joyce's dirty letters

When you go to see "The Italian Job," you are entering a substance-free zone. This movie has no ideas, no insights, no content and no real performances. That's why it's so cool.

Washington Post über das Remake von "Italian Job". Das Original mit Michael Caine jedenfalls war sagenhaft gut, hatte aber mindestens eine real performance, eine Mini-Cooper-Verfolgungsfahrt.

If there were any doubt that cranks are under siege, consider that on Wednesday a group calling itself Smile Mania is putting on a national event called the Great American Grump Out, which aims to do for cantankerousness what the Great American Smoke-Out did for tobacco addiction. Janice Hathy, a 55-year-old stress management consultant from Venice, Fla., has been promoting the Grump Out with a series of happiness exercises; she recently headed a "drive-by smiling" in which she and some local students stood at an intersection and flashed cardboard smiley-faces at passing motorists. On the big day, she said, she and a "grump patrol" will don clown-noses, blow bubbles and hand out bananas. ("When you look at them sideways, they look like smiles," she explained.) They plan to establish "no grumping zones" in her hometown and to urge their fellow citizens toward positivity and optimism.

Defending the Right Not to Have a Nice Day, New York Times (Registrierung erforderlich).

Blut & Honig - Zukunft ist am Balkan. Eine von Harald Szeeman kuratierte Ausstellung in der Sammlung Essl, Klosterneuburg, Niederösterreich.

From the Fertile Mind of Jayson B: Faux-Blog des NYT-Recherche-Dandys Jayson Blair.

Buddenbrooks by Thomas Mann: It was just too tedious. There was so much about 19th-century food, I couldn't cope with it. All the family were forever sitting down for large dinners described over five pages. It was interminable.

Anything by Jacques Derrida: When I plunge into the murky depths of Derrida I feel I am drowning ­ I can deal with difficult topics, but Derrida fails to make them interesting, as his writing is completely impenetrable. He purports to be philosophical, but in fact he's perversely obscure

Umfrage im Londoner Independent über worst books.