November 19, 2023 · FalseArt
The Blood of a Poet is the kind of beautiful, pretentious mindfuck that makes you want to simultaneously punch a wall and weep into your bourbon at 3 AM. Cocteau made this thing in 1930, and it’s still got that raw, narcotic pull, like stumbling into someone else’s nightmare at the exact moment it gets […]
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November 8, 2023 · Individualism
You walk into Roble Gym expecting, I don’t know, something mystical maybe. Incense. Robes. The kind of earnest California spirituality that makes you want to jump off a bridge. What you get instead is bodies. Real bodies, doing impossible things with physics. These dancers move like they’re negotiating a peace treaty with the floor, every […]
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October 23, 2023 · FalseArt
Strauss’s Daphne directed and designed by Romeo Castellucci Castellucci knows what you know but pretend to forget… that pastoral is a lie… always was. Those sunlit meadows and nymphs dancing? Bullshit. The world’s a wasteland and nature’s not your mother, she’s indifferent, she’s cold, she’ll bury you under six feet of snow and not think […]
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October 8, 2023 · Engineering
Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore You know what’s fucked up? Here’s this sign. Had a […]
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October 1, 2023 · Wanderlust
If I believed in grace, it would look something like this. Point Lobos on any given day. The same rocks, the same crashing Pacific that Edward Weston stared at through his 8×10, that Ansel Adams turned into icons of American landscape photography, that Imogen Cunningham explored with her Rolleiflex. This is hallowed ground for anyone […]
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September 3, 2023 · FalseArt
Antonin Artaud gets out of Rodez, nine years of psychiatric lockup, electroshock frying his brain, and the first thing he does is get near a microphone. Thévenin sets him up with this radio program, Club d’Essai, and Artaud records Les Malades et les médecins. The whole thing’s a middle finger to the doctors: You want […]
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August 20, 2023 · FalseArt
I’ve spent enough time in theaters (dark ones, bright ones, ones that smelled like decades of dust and ambition) to know this much: we’re fucked when it comes to how we actually see bodies anymore. Three ways to watch someone perform. Theater: you’re in the room, sharing oxygen, watching sweat happen in real time, no […]
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