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Pior do ano? O fiasco de "Borderlands: o destino do universo está em jogo" (2024)

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Verzichtet man im Namen des Dogmas der großen Trennung darauf, die Theorie des Bilderstreites auch als (ein und eine) Geschichte zu rekonstruieren, dann gibt es dafür Gründe. Besser gesagt: mit dem Verzicht gibt es Gründe. Als die Juristen ab 1880 das Recht am eigenen Bild so beschreiben, als hätte es bisher dazu noch keinen Diskurs, keine juristische Literatur, keinen Bilderstreit gegeben, als würden sie bei Null anfangen und einen Bereich verrechtlichen, der eben noch rechtsfrei gewesen sei -starting from a scratch -, da agieren sie in einem Sinne, nämlich in Latourschem Sinne modern: Sie reinigen den Diskurs namens Bilderstreit, als ginge es darum, Ballast abzuwerfen und auf leichte Weise Boden unter den Füssen zu bekommen. Sich eignen sich an, als habe es vorher niemanden gehört, schaffen ein Recht, als habe es bisher keine Recht gegebe. Der Anfang eines Bildrechtes ist nicht nur der Anfang eines Rechtes, sondern auch eines Bild, denn das Bild ist Norm.

Hugo Keyssners begriffsbildende Publikation von 1896, also der Text, mit dem das Recht als "Recht am eigenen Bild" benannt wird, ist dabei nur ein Beispiel. Explizit führt Keyssner in diesen Text einen Juristen ein, der in (Gesetz-)Büchern nichts zur Frage nach dem Bild finden würde, da stünde nichts. Mit einer Szene, die an holländische Genremalerei erinnert, schreibt Keyssner das Bild eines neuen Bildrechts herbei. Der Preis, den Wissenschaften für solche Reinigungen zahlt, ist die Erleichterung, und das ist in dem Fall ein Euphemismus für Plättung oder Bügelei. Was historisch komplex bearbeitet wurde, das kann da schon einmal zu Floskeln verflachen, von denen man glaubt, sie seien instrumentell nutzbar oder eben anwendbar.

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Sicher kennt Mantegna das Auge des Gesetzes, wenn er in der Capella Ovetari das Bild vom Auge des Richterkönigs malt, ein Auge, in das etwas geht, unter anderem ein Pfeil und ein Bild.

Mantegna malt das als Teil der Legende um den heiligen Christopherus, in der erzählt wird, dass die Pfeile, die auf ihn geschossen wurden, wundervoll abgelenkt wurden und denjenigen trafen, der das Martyrium anordnete. Das verhindert nicht das Martyrium und lässt die Opferung nicht irgendwie schlecht aussehen. Das führt (nur) dazu, dass der heilige Christopherus nicht erschossen, sondern geköpft wird, also quasi dem lieben Gott zum Verzehr nicht gerührt, sondern geschüttelt wird. Spätestens jetzt wird es reflexiv, komplex und zweischneidig (mitten durch den Augapfel reissend): Wer zur Umsetzung der Vorhersehung beiträgt, bleibt unversichert. Das Bild geht in Auge, aber nur wenn es trifft.

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Wie immer in solchen Fällen, gibt es zu diesem Bild Kommentare, die in der Rekursion stehen, als stünden sie knietief im Bodensatz der Gründe. Hans Belting schreibt nämlich, dass Alberti eine andere Deutung im Auge hätte. Gemeint ist die Pfeilmetapher. Zu ihr gibt es die Deutung, dass damit der Sehstrahl der Perspektive gemeint sei, der Maler treffe den Betrachter damit mitten ins Auge und sorge so für eine Blendung, nämlich den Umstand, dass der Betrachter das Bild für die reale Welt halte (eine These, die Klaus Röhl allgemein auf das Bild ausweitet, das er nämlich insoweit für verwechslungsanfälliger als Worte oder Begriffe hält).

Er sehe das Bild nicht, das ihn treffe. Und im Hinblick darauf spricht Belting von jener anderen Deutung, jener, die Alberti im Auge habe. Alberti wertet nach Belting das Zielen auf, er solle wissen, wie und worauf der die Perspektive anwendet, sonst sei er wie der Schütze, der vergeblich seinen Bogen spannen, wenn er nicht wüßte, worauf er zielt. Belting scheibt, dass Alberti mit dem isolierten Auge (gemeint ist Albertis Emblem) eine kühne Mimesis Gottes betreibe. Nicht jede Kultur und in jeder einzelnen Kultur für sich nicht jeder, assoziiert das Artifizielle, die Konstruktion, das Händische (den Eingriff) und das Subjektive mit einem Abfall von der Wahrheit. Es ist auch nur ein Gerücht (eines, das zum Beispiel von Eduardo Viveiros de Castro geteilt wird), dass man eine westliche Kultur an einer objektivierenden Epistemologie erkennen könnte, also an der Annahme, dass der Westen der Wahrheit näher zu kommen glaube, je mehr vom Subjektiven getilgt würde. Auf allen Seiten kommt alles vor, nur in anderen Reihenfolgen und an anderen Stellen, mit anderen Maßen, in anderen Richtungen, Mischungen und anderen Bewegungen. Das ist nicht das Ende der Unterscheidbarkeit, das ist der Ausgangspunkt.

Komplexe Bearbeitung meint unter anderem, dass man davon ausgeht Bild, Normativität oder Macht nicht auf Stellen ausruhen, die dem Bild, der Norm oder Macht reserviert wären. Komplexe Bearbeitung des Bildes heißt, hoffentlich einfacher gesagt, dass Bilder bestritten werden.

[laderniereseancedecedrique]

BORDERLANDS (2024)

Sur la planète Pandore, le mercenaire Roland kidnappe Tiny Tina avec l'aide de Krieg, un psychopathe qui était interné dans le même asile que Tina.

Le père de Tina et magnat de l'armement Atlas convainc la chasseuse de prime Lilith de retourner sur Pandore, sa planète d'origine, pour qu'elle sauve l'adolescente. Grâce à Claptrap , un étrange petit robot programmé pour l'attendre sur Pandore, elle parvient à retrouver la trace de Tina.

Apprenant que Roland et Krieg ont en fait aidé Tina à fuir l'emprise de son père, Lilith aide la bande face à la Crimson Lance, l'armée privée d'Atlas. Elle apprend également que Tina a été conçue en laboratoire, où son ADN a été mélangé à celui des Éridiens, une race alien disparue qui vivait sur Pandore. Atlas voyait Tina comme le moyen d'ouvrir l'Arche, un lieu mythique où se trouveraient les secrets de cette civilisation perdue.

Avec l'aide du Dr Patricia Tannis , la mère adoptive de Lilith, le groupe localise la clef de l'Arche dans un labyrinthe souterrain infesté de Psychos, puis réussit à la ramener à la surface. Atlas contacte Lilith pour lui indiquer qu'il veut Tina alors que Lilith décide de détruire la balise qui lui permettait de les suivre, mais Tina, qui entend la fin de l'échange, pense que Lilith l'a trahie. Elle la met hors de combat et part avec Roland et Krieg. Lorsque Lilith se réveille, Claptrap lui diffuse un message que sa mère avait enregistrée pour elle.

[tgcg]

an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

[arthistoryanimalia]

British natural history illustrator Elizabeth Gould was born #OTD (18 July 1804 – 15 August 1841).

Life portrait of Elizabeth Gould with a raptor, possibly a Red-Footed Falcon (Falco vespertinus), unknown artist, oil on canvas

Posthumous portrait of Elizabeth Gould with an Australian Cockatiel (Nymphicus Hollandicus), c.1841, unknown artist, oil on canvas

Elizabeth Gould collaborated with her husband, naturalist John Gould, illustrating his natural history texts until her premature death in 1841 at age 37 (from puerperal fever shortly after the birth of their eight child).

3. Himalayan Monal (Lophophorus impejanus), Tab. LX in A Century of Birds from the Himalaya Mountains (London, 1831), written by John Gould with illustrations & lithography by Elizabeth Gould.

Elizabeth Gould has two eponym birds, Mrs. Gould’s Sunbird (Aethopyga gouldiae) & the Gouldian Finch (Chloebia gouldiae):

4. Mrs. Gould’s Sunbird, illustration by Elizabeth Gould in John Gould’s A Century of Birds from the Himalaya Mountains (1831). 5. & 6. Gouldian Finch (two color morphs), illustrations credited to John Gould & H.C. Richter in John Gould’s The Birds of Australia (1840-8).

Learn more about the life and art of this extraordinary woman:

#BookRecommendation: Birds of the World: The Art of Elizabeth Gould by Andrea Hart & Ann Datta (2023)

“Artist and illustrator Elizabeth Gould is finally given the recognition she deserves in this gorgeous volume that includes hundreds of her stunning and scientifically precise illustrations of birds from nearly every continent. For all of her short life, Elizabeth Gould’s artistic career was appreciated through the lens of her husband, ornithologist John Gould, with whom she embarked on a series of ambitious projects to document and illustrate the birds of the world. Elizabeth played a crucial role in her husband’s lavish publications, creating beautifully detailed and historically significant accurate illustrations of over six hundred birds -many of which were new to science. However, Elizabeth’s role was not always fully credited and, following her tragic death aged only thirty-seven, her efforts and talent were nearly forgotten. This marvelous volume offers a new and timely tribute to Elizabeth’s reputation and skill. It opens with an introduction to her life and achievements that reflects the latest scholarship. Following is a geographically organized collection of full-color plates depicting birds from nineteenth-century Europe, South and Central America, Africa, Asia, and Australia including previously unpublished original artworks. Filled with the highest quality reproductions, this volume allows readers to appreciate first-hand Gould’s talent for capturing the unique character of each species and the beauty of avian diversity. At the same time it offers a valuable reconsideration of a woman who left a lasting legacy as one of the greatest bird painters of all time.”

[noirgasmweetheart]

Hotel Berlin (1945)

This might be the most underrated War Era movie I've seen yet.

Both the theatrical trailer and the DVD cover advertise it as a corny exploitation movie. It's nothing of the sort. It's as sincerely written and acted as "Casablanca," with far more direct references to the Jewish people, and specific concentration camps.

I legitimately ordered the DVD just to see Peter Lorre as a disheveled angst-ridden scruff-muffin; I had no idea the character was going to be so compelling, or the rest of the movie equally so. Several other characters also exploded beyond the old clichés I was expecting. The movie appears to be building towards a predictable, cheesy love story, but...doesn't. Another character who at first appears one of the most despicable opportunists in the movie...isn't. And the movie's nuanced look at an indoctrinated population being carpet-bombed while their tyrannical, antisemetic leaders flee to save their own skins is uh...timely, to say the least.

I'm sure it helped that I watched this movie during a rainstorm at night, which is the way to watch it. The timeliness of a story about

Spoilers Below!

Faye Emerson deserved that top billing.

According to IMDB, Andrea King was originally to be billed as the film's female lead, with Faye Emerson billed as a supporting character. When Emerson married the son of President Roosevelt, she was given top billing over King, to capitalize on her new fame. I find that ironic, given that by the end of the movie, Faye's character Tilly has, against all odds, proven to be the film's true heroine.

Introduced as a materialistic Nazi informer, dating SS officers and betraying a hiding resistance fighter just to get herself some new shoes, Tilly's reality turns upside-down when she learns that the lover she thought she'd lost is still alive. After an emotional breakdown over what her despair let her become, she defends her boyfriend's mother against a Nazi officer, and delivers the most powerful speech in the movie. It is her character who finally mentions the Jews out loud, after an entire movie and an entire genre dancing around the subject.

I've recorded the scene from the DVD and uploaded it to YouTube:

"Go on shoot me, arrest me, have me killed, I don't care! Why should I. I loved Max Baruch and you sent him to a concentration camp! You hung a sign around my neck saying I loved a Jew! And you paraded me down the street. They'll hang something around your neck someday, and it won't be a sign!"

Corny Romance is Just a Red Herring

My stance that Emersen deserved that top billing in no way negates Andrea King's marvelous performance as the film's faux female lead. Though we are warned right from the start that her character, movie star Lisa Dorn, is a Nazi and a master manipulator, the film plays her as the straightforward love interest for much of the film: helping the hero partially out of the hope that he'll save her in return, seemingly building a genuine admiration for his heroism...then completely subverts expectations by revealing her to be exactly what she she was introduced as: a Nazi collaborator out to save her own skin.

I was genuinely afraid at the end that the hero would find himself unable to shoot her, and we'd see her tearfully declare her love for him, and end with him forgiving her. Not so. She argues pathetically, trying to excuse her betrayal and convince Richter that she loves him, and he doesn't fall for it. Richter sees Sam Spade's "I'll be waiting for you," and raises him two gunshots.

Peter Lorre like we've never seen him before

Okay, maybe we have seen Peter angsting around and wobbling drunkenly a few times before. But this was the first time I saw him directly address the issues that so closely affected him (and his costars of course) in real life.

Peter Lorre died before talk about the Holocaust really became mainstream. But the emotion behind the lines he delivers as the self-hating German professor speaks volumes. The gleeful smile he wears in his first scene, while saying that the bombing is only what the Germans deserve; his bitter sarcasm about the achievements of German science in the concentration camps, and wondering where all the "good Germans" are now; his breakdown when Richter tells him of a mutual friend's murder at Dachau. Much like his frantic escape attempt in "Casablanca," Peter likely didn't have to fish too hard to dig up the needed emotions for these scenes.

This is also the closest I've ever come to seeing Peter cry.

Other PL fans have lamented that his role was too small. I agree that I'd have loved to see a hell of a lot more of Koenig, but it's not like many of the other characters had much more screen time, which all the different storylines running at once. Aside from maybe Helmut Dantine and Andrea King, most of the important characters probably only have a handful of scenes tops.

Edit: That said, knowing he had scenes indicating how he joined the resistance that were cut is very frustrating.

But the fact that Peter's character not only lives to the end as one of the heroes, but gets to read President Roosevelt's uplifting speech to the German people, definitely counts for something.

That speech packed a powerful punch for me, at a time when I sometimes need reminding that indoctrinated civilians in war zones are still individuals, and can't be lumped with their dogmatic leaders. I don't doubt for a minute that President Biden took inspiration from Roosevelt for how to address the Palestinian people in regards to stopping Hamas.

The Fugitive

I suppose I should also mention the film's lead: Helmut Dantine as Martin Richter, the German anti-Nazi resistance fighter who escaped Dachau Concentration Camp. Helmut Dantine played Jan, the Bulgarian husband in "Casablanca." The controlled desperation with which he gambled at Rick's roulette wheel as Jan serves well for his fugitive resistance fighter in this movie. The fact that Dantine was actually imprisoned at Rosserlaende Concentration Camp for his anti-Nazi political activism at age 19 no doubt also helped him in the role.

My only complaint is the makeup and costuming department failing to help him look the part. While Paul Henreid got a scar and a white streak of hair for Victor Laszlo, Dantine is done up to look like a particularly slick, clean movie star, standing out in a cast of disheveled and weary looking people. One could interpret this as a symbolic way of singling him out as the hero, but I found it distracting. I am not throwing shade on Dantine's acting abilities or natural looks, just how the people in charge had him presented.

I'm unsure how to close this review.

It's getting late and I have some more clips to upload, and cake to eat. "Hotel Berlin" is up there with "Casablanca" on my personal list of unironically great old movies. Professor Koenig is on my list favorite Peter Lorre characters, and I have a handful of new favorite actors.

I'll just finish by saying that this guy in the barrette looks noticeably like Robert Picardo, if maybe a "stretched out" version thereof. Voyager's EMH hanging out with a holo-Peter Lorre in one of Tom Paris's noir programs is something I never knew I needed.

[enibas22]

You Tube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzLtaF6dYMI&t=101s

14th March 2024

DIE ERMITTLUNG - Plakat und Trailer

Regisseur RP Kahl hat das Theaterstück "Die Ermittlung" von Peter Weiss mit 60 Schauspieler:innen für die Kinoleinwand inszeniert. Der heute veröffentlichte Trailer gibt einen ersten Einblick in das künstlerisch radikale Projekt, das Kino, Theater und neueste Broadcast-Techniken verbindet, um einen eindringlichen und zeitgemäßen Beitrag zur Erinnerungskultur zu leisten.

Im Zentrum des Films stehen ein Richter, ein Verteidiger und ein Ankläger, die im Rahmen der Verhandlung auf 28 Zeug:innen treffen, die von ihren Erlebnissen und Beobachtungen in Auschwitz berichten. Weitere 11 Zeug:innen der ehemaligen Lagerverwaltung sagen vor Gericht aus. Die 18 Angeklagten werden im Prozess mit Beschreibungen der Zeug:innen konfrontiert und sollen Stellung beziehen.

Das Theaterstück wurde 1965 uraufgeführt und hat bis heute nichts von seinem Schrecken verloren: Es basiert auf persönlichen Aufzeichnungen, Zeitungsartikeln und Protokollen des ersten Frankfurter Auschwitz-Prozesses (1963 bis 1965). In unmissverständlich klarer Sprache von Peter Weiss zu einem lyrischen Klagegesang verdichtet und montiert, konfrontiert das Stück Täter und Opfer und lässt das Grauen in Auschwitz spürbar werden.

Nach einer intensiven, vierwöchigen Probenzeit haben 60 Schauspieler:innen den Text von Peter Weiss für die Kinoleinwand zum Leben erweckt. An insgesamt fünf Drehtagen wurden die einzelnen Gesänge im Studio Berlin Adlershof mit einem ausgefeilten visuellen Konzept in nur einer Einstellung gedreht - eingefangen von insgesamt acht Kameras.

In den Hauptrollen sind Rainer Bock als Richter, Clemens Schick als Ankläger und Bernhard Schütz als Verteidiger zu sehen. Hochkarätig besetzt sind auch alle anderen Rollen, so werden die Zeug:innen von Andreas Anke, Filipp Avdeev, Elisabeth Duda, Marc Fischer, Arno Frisch, Attila Georg Borlan, Dorka Gryllus, Marek Harloff, André Hennicke, Marcel Hensema, Rony Herman, Marco Hofschneider, Robert Hunger-Bühler, Rene Ifrah, Eva Maria Jost, Christian Kaiser, Klaudiusz Kaufmann, Nicolette Krebitz, Andreas Lechner, Peter Lohmeyer, Jiri Madl, Karl Markovics, Thomas Meinhardt, Robert Mika, Axel Moustache, Dirk Ossig, Axel Pape, Christiane Paul, Barbara Philipp, Andreas Pietschmann, Ralph Schicha, Peter Schneider, Andreas Schröders, Axel Sichrovsky, André Szymanski, Sabine Timoteo, Tom Wlaschiha, Mark Zak und Matthias Zera verkörpert. In der Rolle der Angeklagten standen Thomas Dehler, Nico Ehrenteit, Wilfried Hochholdinger, Christian Hockenbrink, Timo Jacobs, Ronald Kukulies, Lasse Myhr, Christian Pfeil, Torsten Ranft, Michael Rotschopf, Frank Röth, Matthias Salamon, Niels Bruno Schmidt, Tristan Seith, Michael Schenk, Arndt Schwering-Sohnrey, Adam Venhaus, Till Wonka vor den Kameras.

[liannelara-dracula]

The Diaboy's Italian names

This was all for fun, hope you guys enjoy! :)

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Prompt

Requests are open

Rules

Warning:

*certain words have been censored for Tumblr guidelines.

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Shu:

Constantino--- it's old like him, and he hates it.

Reiji:

Vincenzo--classy name

Laito:

Lorenzo--playboy name

Or Aloisio

Ayato:

Massimo

It means "the greatest"

Luigi

Kanato:

Catalano--a guy I know with this name gets snappy like him.

Subaru:

Salvatore--a lot of tough men have this name in Italy.

Kino:

Leonardo

more like leo lambado

Ruki:

Adamo-means adam

Kou:

Basically his real name, I have no suggestion here.

Yuma:

Adriano

Azusa:

Orlando or Antonio

Shin:

Nicola

or Pietro because it means rock--a lot of men with this name are tough, and my great uncle is an example.

Carla:

Andrea--its elegant when you roll the 'R'

Elia which means "Elijah"

Bouns:

Giesbach:

Giuseppe--an old name that applies to a lot men who are tough.

Karlheinz:

Giancarlo--more playboy oriented just by the sound.

okay this is one is sick, lol

Richter:

Francesco

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[ltwilliammowett]

Atlantis of the North Sea -Rungholt

"Today I drove over Rungholt, The town went down six hundred years ago. Trutz, Blanke Hans." "From the North Sea, the Murder Sea, separated from the mainland, The Frisian islands lie at peace. Trutz, Blanke Hans." "A single cry - the city is sunk, And hundreds of thousands have drowned. Trutz, Blanke Hans?"

Trutz, Blanke Hans by Detlef von Liliencron 1883

Rungholt is also often referred to as the Atlantis of the North Sea, as there are still many legends surrounding this town in the Wadden Sea.

Rungholt was a town on the island of Strand in the North Frisian Wadden Sea (North Germany) and sank during the Second Marcellus Flood, also known as the Grote Mandränke, on 16 January 1362.

The North Frisian Coast with its islands, Halligen and the Wadden Sea before 1362 (x)

Now, in the course of time, several cities have sunk, so the question arises as to what made Rungholt so special that it was called the Atlantis of the North Sea. Rungholt mined peat and extracted salt, which they sold well. According to legend, Rungholt was incredibly rich, a large city in the middle of the mudflats. According to one legend, this made the people arrogant and thought they could go against God, whereupon he punished them with the flood. Another legend says that at a drinking party, it must have been around 1300, a few men, wild with wine, got a pig drunk. They put a nightcap on it and put it to bed. They laugh, they bawl, they call the priest to anoint the terminally ill man. The priest refuses. The men threaten him with beatings, drag him to the bed and pour beer over his hosts. Outraged by the desecration of the sacrament, the priest prays to God. Rungholt shall atone. The following night, a storm comes up. And while the lords of the town still stand on the dikes, blinded by their wealth, and think they can defy Blanken Hans (which is also the name given to the raging North Sea in a storm), the tide rises four cubits high over the tops of the dikes, swallows the town and everyone in it drowns. It is said to lie at the bottom of the sea to this day, pleading for salvation.

Dike breach, engraving by Johann Martin Winterstein from 1675 (x)

Unfortunately, there are hardly any records and none from that time, which makes Rungholt so legendary and even makes many people doubt that it really existed. 

The first mentions date back to the 17th century and even these were initially questioned until a will was found in Hamburg. It dates from 1345 and has the full entry "Edomsharde, Kirchspiel Rungholt, Richter, Ratsleute, Geschworene, Thedo Bonisson samt Erben" (Edomsharde, Rungholt parish, judges, councillors, jury, Thedo Bonisson and heirs) as the addressee. To date, this is the only known document from the time before the town's demise. Obviously, Rungholt must have really existed and was even so large that it had its own church. The ethnologist and cultural historian Hans Peter Duerr even believes in a town the size of Hamburg, which had about 5,000 inhabitants at the time. He has evidence in the form of archaeological finds.

The first finds were made by fishermen in 1880, who found pottery shards, brick remains, large wooden remains and even plough marks from fields. Further finds were made in 1921 and 1940, where around 100 wells, the remains of about 28 terps, dike imprints and several supposed sluices were found, which later turned out to be sluices built by the inhabitants to drain the land.

Andreas Busch salvages beams of the so-called "Rungholtschleuse" (Rungholt sluice)1922 (x)

But is this really Rungholt or other towns that were also in the vicinity? There is a tendency to locate the town near the Hallig Südfall. But the Hallig has moved steadily eastwards over the centuries, and over time it has also migrated into the area of the vanished Rungholt. Today, therefore, it only reveals traces of a possible settlement at its north-western corner. But whether this is really Rungholt is questionable.

Storm tide,by Johannes Gehrs, 1880 (x)

This is still a matter of debate, but researchers have reconstructed the town as follows.

Rungholt was settled about a century and a half before the sinking. The houses, built of clay and grass sod, provided space for about 1000 inhabitants and stood on about 25 terps and on a dike about two metres high. Their livelihoods were based on livestock farming, seafaring, salt extraction from sea peat and trade. Around their settlement they cultivated grain, especially rye, on vaults.

The region today (x)

The fact that Rungholt stood on a dyke, on which the mounds were located and the area was drained, made the land quite unstable. The Second Marcellus Flood was not a light storm, but lasted for three days. The dykes gave way bit by bit, the water swept everything away and undermined Rungholt's land, forcing it to sink. But it wasn't just Rungholt that was affected: more than 100,000 people are said to have died in the floods, lands sank and entire villages disappeared from the map almost without a trace. This fate struck 28, according to other sources at least 32, villages. Which clearly left its mark on the landscape.

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(Eine Kurzgeschichte)

Tagtraum

Andreas fröstelte, als er von draussen aus dem Schneegestöber hinein in das warme Bürogebäude kam. Kaum eine Sekunde war vergangen, als er bereits spürte, wie der Schnee, der eben noch in seinem Gesicht klebte, anfing zu schmelzen und ihm in kalten Tränen über die Wange rann. Mit grossen Schritten durchquerte er die Eingangshalle und ging direkt zum Fahrstuhl. Als er an der Rezeptionistin vorbeikam, nickte er ihr nur zu, und sie tat es ihm gleich.

Er und Frieda kannten sich schon eine Weile. Sie waren sich einig, dass man morgens vor dem ersten Kaffee nicht mit anderen reden sollte, weshalb sie sich immer nur einen müden Blick zuwarfen. Sie kannten sich aber auch schon so lange, dass Andreas wusste, dass es nicht immer derselbe Blick war. Manchmal glaubte er, da müsse mehr sein. Ein kleiner Funke von irgendwas.

Beim Fahrstuhl angekommen drücke er auf «UG», und auf seinem Handy erhöhte er die Lautstärke von seinen Kopfhörern nochmals um zwei Stufen. Seine letzten Minuten vor dem grossen Event.

Der Fahrstuhl kam zum Stehen, das Lied auf der Wiedergabeliste wechselte. Stairway to Heaven von Led Zeppelin erklang in seinen Ohren und Andreas musste schmunzeln beim Gedanken, dass er in einem Fahrstuhl stand.

Die Fahrstuhltüren schoben sich auf und rissen ihn aus seinen Träumen. Andreas sah vor sich denselben langen Flur, wie er ihn schon all die Jahre gesehen hatte. Er ging hinaus und blickte aus irgendeinem Grund nochmals zurück. Er freute sich schon abends wieder ein letztes Mal für diesen Tag in den Fahrstuhl zu steigen, wenn er auf dem Heimweg sein würde.

Er ging den Gang, welcher mit flackernden Neonröhren beleuchtet war, hinunter. Am Ende des Wegs bog Andreas links ab und kam dort in eine kleine Kammer mit Spinden und Putzmaterial. Er zog seine Strassenkleider aus und hing sie in den klapprigen alten Kasten, dessen Geruch ihn an die Turnstunden in der Schule erinnerten. Seine zivile Kluft tauschte er ein gegen einen türkisfarbenen Overall. Er schnappe sich seinen Putzwagen und machte sich auf den Weg in die oberen Etagen.

«Die oberen Etagen», klang so bedeutungsschwanger - und genau das war es. Andreas war investigativ Journalist und einer ganz grossen Sache auf den Spuren. Sein Ziel war Walter Richter, der CEO einer Finanzberatungsfirma, welche sich lieber auf Kosten ihrer Kund*innen bereicherte, anstatt ihnen richtige Finanztipps zu geben. Leider gab es bei dieser Sache bisher nur einen Haken: Herrn Richter konnte nichts bewiesen werden.

So war Andreas also schon seit drei Jahren da und ging seiner Rolle als Hausmeister nach, welcher seine Nase immer mal wieder in Dokumente hielt, die in nichts angingen. Das mag jetzt vielleicht spannend klingen, die meiste Zeit jedoch leerte er aber die Abfalleimer, wische die Böden oder plaudere mit Frieda, welcher genau so langweilig war wie ihm. Abends fuhr er dann, wie immer mit dem Fahrstuhl nach oben in die Eingangshalle, löschte beim Gehen das Licht und schloss ab.

Die Gespräche mit Frieda gefielen ihm aber immer besonders. Er liebte es mit ihr den Tag zu vertrödeln und Dummheiten anzustellen. Bei so vielen wichtigen Leuten mit so viel wichtigen Problemen fielen die zwei gar nicht auf. Manchmal vergass er doch tatsächlich, was seine wahre Aufgabe war. Dass er sich auf Walter Richter konzentrieren wollte. Doch immer wieder konnte er nur an Frieda denken.

Sein Tag war schon wieder zu Ende und er fuhr mit seinem Putzwagen gerade durch die Eingangshalle Richtung Fahrstuhl, um danach zu gehen. An der Tür angekommen drückte er den Knopf und wartete. Hinter sich nahm er plötzlich Stimmen wahr. Andreas sah sich um und sah, wie Frieda sich mit Walter unterhielt und wie er sie dann küsste. Er konnte seinen Augen nicht trauen. Wie konnte eine so reizende und intelligente Frau nur etwas von so einem Menschen wollen.

In ihm kochte die Wut hoch und ihm wurde übel. Sein Magen krampfte sich zusammen und plötzlich öffneten sich seine Augen und er schmeckte einen salzigen Geschmack in seinem Mund. Der Schnee, der ihm eben noch über die Wange rann, hatte sich mit Schweiss vermischt, dessen salzigen Geschmack er nun auf der Zunge schmeckte. In seinen Ohren dröhnte gerade das Gitarrensolo von Stairway to Heaven, als sich die Fahrstuhltüren öffneten und Andreas den Gang zu den Spinden hinuntersah.

Er war entschlossener denn je, seine Mission zu beenden. Er musste den Machenschaften von Walter Richter ein Ende machen. Dass er danach Frieda bekommen würde, steht sowieso fest. Der Held bekommt doch immer das Happy End. Der sehr intensive Tagtraum machte ihm dann aber doch ein wenig Sorgen. Andreas zog einen Notizblock aus seiner Gesässtasche und schrieb: Notiz an mich: Weniger Whisky in meinen morgendlichen Earl Grey.

[czolgosz]

i went to a used book sale today... procured:

railroad color history: new york central railroad (brian solomon & mike schafer) — i'm not actually that into trains but it appealed to me.

the complete guide to the soviet union (jennifer louis & victor louis) — travel guide from 1980

an anthology including the big sleep (raymond chandler), "the undignified melodrama of the bone of contention" (dorothy l. sayers), "the arrow of god" (leslie charteris), "i can find my way out" (ngaio marsh), instead of evidence (rex stout), "rift in the loot" (stuart palmer & craig rice), "the man who explained miracles" (john dickson carr), & rebecca (daphne du maurier) (i already have this one..) — it's volume 2 of something (a treasury of great mysteries) which annoys me but whatever

an anthology including "godmother tea" (selena anderson), "the apartment" (t. c. boyle), "a faithful but melancholy account of several barbarities lately committed" (jason brown), "sibling rivalry" (michael byers), "the nanny" (emma cline), "halloween" (mariah crotty), "something street" (carolyn ferrell), "this is pleasure" (mary gaitskill), "in the event" (meng jin), "the children" (andrea lee), "rubberdust" (sarah thankam mathews), "it's not you" (elizabeth mccracken), "liberté" (scott nandelson), "howl palace" (leigh newman), "the nine-tailed fox explains" (jane pek), "the hands of dirty children" (alejandro puyana), "octopus vii" (anna reeser), "enlightenment" (william pei shih), "kennedy" (kevin wilson), & "the special world" (tiphanie yanique) — i guess they're all short stories published in 2020 by usamerican/canadian authors

an anthology including the death of ivan ilyich (leo tolstoy) (i have already read this one..), the beast in the jungle (henry james), heart of darkness (joseph conrad), seven who were hanged (leonid andreyev), abel sánchez (miguel de unamuno), the pastoral symphony (andré gide), mario and the magician (thomas mann), the old man (william faulkner), the stranger (albert camus), & agostino (alberto moravia)

the ambassadors (henry james)

the world book desk reference set: book of nations — it's from 1983 so this is kind of a history book...

yet another fiction anthology......... including the general's ring (selma lagerlöf), "mowgli's brothers" (rudyard kipling), "the gift of the magi" (o. henry) (i have already read this one..), "lord mountdrago" (w. somerset maugham), "music on the muscatatuck" (jessamyn west), "the pacing goose" (jessamyn west), "the birds" (daphne du maurier), "the man who lived four thousand years" (alexandre dumas), "the pope's mule" (alphonse daudet), "the story of the late mr. elvesham" (h. g. wells), "the blue cross" (g. k. chesterton), portrait of jennie (robert nathan), "la grande bretèche" (honoré de balzac), "love's conundrum" (anthony hope), "the great stone face" (nathaniel hawthorne), "germelshausen" (friedrich gerstäcker), "i am born" (charles dickens), "the legend of sleepy hollow" (washington irving), "the age of miracles" (melville davisson post), "the long rifle" (stewart edward white), "the fall of the house of usher" (edgar allan poe) (i have already read this one..), the voice of bugle ann (mackinlay kantor), the bridge of san luis rey (thornton wilder), "basquerie" (eleanor mercein kelly), "judith" (a. e. coppard), "a mother in mannville" (marjorie kinnan rawlings), "kerfol" (edith wharton), "the last leaf" (o. henry), "the bloodhound" (arthur train), "what the old man does is always right" (hans christian anderson), the sea of grass (conrad richter), "the sire de malétroit's door" (robert louis stevenson), "the necklace" (guy de maupassant) (i have already read this one..), "by the waters of babylon" (stephen vincent benét), a. v. laider (max beerbohm), "the pillar of fire" (percival wilde), "the strange will" (edmond about), "the hand at the window" (emily brontë) (i have already read this one..), & "national velvet" (enid bagnold) — why are seven of these chapters of novels....? anyway fun fact one of the compilers here also worked on the aforementioned mystery anthology. also anyway Why did i bother to write all that ☹️

fundamental problems of marxism (georgi plekhanov) — book about dialectical/historical materialism which is published here as the first volume of something (marxist library) which is kind of odd to me tbh

one last (thankfully tiny) anthology including le père goriot (honoré de balzac) & eugénie grandet (honoré de balzac)

[unfug-bilder]

Wenn man aufgrund eines Deals eine deutlich reduzierte Strafe bekommt, dann legt man keine Revision ein.

Ausnahme: in Bayern, wenn man zum CSU-Sumpf gehört und bei der Revisionsinstanz auf entsprechende Richter (m/w)* hofft.

(*) Andere dürfte es an einem Bayerischen OLG nicht geben.

[bibliophilea]

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/097btxFXyXK3A0kRu54lRS?si=_G9_bhO3SKWopWsHHrhKpg&pi=u-rWt9WaztTnqp

Listening to my Spotify Wrapped this year be like - man, all of these are bangers!

So, I'm sharing the link here!

And for folks who don't have Spotify, I'm making a list with YouTube links below the cut! 1-50 here, 51-100 in a reblog because of character limits!

Hey Brother (Switching Vocals) - Daycore

Heir of Grief - TenseiMusic

Sweet Hibiscus Tea - Penelope Scott

Incertus - Yuki Kajiura

Luminous - ClariS

Magia - Kalafina

Tabi no Tochuu - Natsumi Kiyoura

Rain - SID

Colorful - ClariS

Again - YUI

Youth - Daughter

Decretum - Yuki Kajiura

Faster than Light (Instrumental) - Paradox Interactive, Andreas Waldetoft

Blumenkranz - Hiroyuki Sawano

What Will You Leave Behind (End Titles) - Max LL

in the land of twilight, under the moon - Yuki Kajiura

Do It For Her - Steven Universe, Grace Rolek, Deedee Magno

Kimino Ginno Niwa - Kalafina

Another Medium - Toby Fox, David Peacock, Augustine Mayuga Gonzales

the world - Yuki Kajiura

Fullmetal Alchemist - Brothers - Michael Tai

Gravity Falls Theme (Music Box) - Jayn

sand dream - Revo & Yuki Kajiura

Sunshine on My Shoulders - John Denver

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

Uso - SID

To You - OR3O

Into the Mines - Max LL

NGAHHH!! - Toby Fox

Stronger Than You - Caleb Hyles

Elysium - Ryan Amon

Walpurgisnacht - Faun

Death by Glamour - Toby Fox, David Peacock, Augustine Mayuga Gonzales

Utsuroi - TrySail

All Star - Smash Mouth

Spiritfarer - Max LL

Uwa!! So Piano - Toby Fox, David Peacock, Augustine Mayuga Gonzales

Broken Crown - Mumford & Sons

Connect - ClariS

Ren Sheng Jiu Shi Xi (Dian Ying " Ru Shi Jia Ren " Cha Qu) - Yao Lee

MEGALOVANIA - Toby Fox, David Peacock, Augustine Mayuga Gonzales

Doctor Whomst - Origami Angel

Star Trek (Original Series Version) - City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra

Sprouting Potatoes - Harry Gregson-Williams

Determination - Toby Fox, David Peacock, Augustine Mayuga Gonzales

Kakusei - Superfly

Surgam Identidam - FalKKonE

To the Stars - Max Richter

Reunited - Toby Fox, David Peacock, Augustine Mayuga Gonzales

Fort William Rescue - Bear McCreary

Next 50 are in a reblog!

[quillofspirit]

Instrumental recs

Are you looking for a certain vibe but can't seem to find it?

Are songs with lyrics just not doing it for you?

Do you need earspo?

Maybe I can help

Here are my unprofessional recs because that's what I read to:

For the romantic feels, those slow burn moments and when you're grasping at your chest trying to keep your heartbeat under control

I am also always looking for new recommendations, feel free to let me know your favorites!

---- Please let me know if the links don't work ---

Dawn by Jean-Yves Thibaudet

The Departure (Diary) by Max Richter

Watermark by Rogerio Tutti

2 Irish Pieces: No. 1. From the Countryside by Ashley Wass

La Frontera de Dios: III. Idilio by Franz Halász

Silk by Khanipova

4 Morceaux, Op. 56: No. 2, Romance by Dmitrii Khrychev, Olga Solovieva

Knightley’s Walk by Samuel Sim

Dance: II. — by Kerenza Peacock, Huw Watkins, Royal Philarmonic Orchestra

Scene I, Kyoto by Abe Umitaro

4 Morceaux, Op. 56: No. 1, Orientale by Dmitrii Khrychev, Olga Solovieva

Autumn by Rosey Chan

Arco: II. — by Kerenza Peacock, Huw Watkins, Royal Philarmonic Orchestra

The Library by Alan Menken

Most Ardently in Love by Samuel Sim

Concerto Magna Carta: II. Tenderly, with expression by Xuefei Yang

Opus 56. Se prendre le temps by Andreas Beskow

A Thousand Times Good Night by Abel Korzeniowski

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