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... and at that very moment all the files one of them was carrying went crashing to the ground. They both tried to pick them up, out of politeness, and banged their heads together. It was almost a little slapstick classic. That's the kind of action element I mean, though this story didn't interest me particularly, as all that is already part of our culture. I'm more interested in things or processes that have this stigma, this misery of the irrelevant and singular, as a result of some element or other. |
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Der Duft der verblühenden Alpenrose | ||||||
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Enactments | p. 1, 2, 5, 6 | |||||
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Loosing Control | p. 1, 2, 5, 6 | |||||
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Wormcomplex | p. 2, 3, 4 | |||||
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The Invisible Line | p. 2, 4 | ![]() |
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The Big Perch | p. 2, 5 | ... it isn't poetry at all in this case, I don't feel like formalizing it at all. | ||||
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Tie or Untie | p. 2, 3, 4 | ![]() |
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Green Gel | p. 3 | |||||
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Shrinking Bottles / Melting Bottles | ||||||
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p. 3 | I am interested in the singular element, and it sometimes is a problem to recognize a situation like that straight away. Often the insight comes much later. It's rather like a film shot in your head that you wind back to again. And then when I talk to people it's clear once again that they're seeing something I hadn't noticed at all. I have to be able to see something like that in order to describe it. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to translate it into language or drawing. That's the problem with the whole thing: how much am I taking in, so that I can store it up and translate it. If you look at a lot of the Enactments and Loosing Control scripts you'll see that they are scarcely communicable. I've tried to express things visually that lie outside the scope of documentation. You'd have to change each script into a kind of storyboard. | |||||
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Jelly Soap | p. 3, 9 | |||||
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Handmates | p. 3, 9 | |||||
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The Tea Set | p. 3 | |||||
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Fridgerose | p. 3 | |||||
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Clips of Slips | p. 6 | |||||
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NOFF #1 | p. 7, 8 | |||||
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NOFF #2 | p. 7, 8 | |||||
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NOFF #3 | p. 7, 8 | |||||
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Concoctions | p. 8 | |||||
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Liquid Dispenser | p. 8 | |||||
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