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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Photographs, fleeting thoughts and other jottings by Laurent Sauerwein in Berlin Germany, South India, Providence Rhode Island, and elsewhere.</description><title>tree / arbre / baum / maram</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @larrysa)</generator><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>I also work with shorter (and slightly blurry) words.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/4ddcc8ad28d728c5de2671f890f3106b/tumblr_mn41000CW21qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also work with shorter (and slightly blurry) words.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/50922078281</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/50922078281</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 20:36:00 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Working with one of the ten 100-letter THUNDER WORDS in James...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/869e70ba65c39e8e4e7339f1c0d216a1/tumblr_mn3b7tMl6u1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Working with one of the ten 100-letter THUNDER WORDS in James Joyce’s “Finnegans Wake”.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/50896385826</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/50896385826</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 11:19:05 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Poubellication</title><description>&lt;p&gt;«&amp;#160;C’est très difficile d’abord, la notion de public. &lt;br/&gt;
Je vais me risquer à rappeler que lors de cette publication, je me suis livré au jeu de mot de l’appeler poubellication – je vois qu’il y a des gens qui savent ce que c’est le mot poubelle. Il y a une trop grande confusion en effet de nos jours, entre ce qui fait public et ce qui fait poubelle&amp;#160;!&amp;#160;»&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;JACQUES LACAN à Milan, en 1972&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/42205385463</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/42205385463</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2013 19:56:42 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>TEA CUP HAT CAT DOG - There’s no such thing as a simple...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/bb867d03192846d24a724b47ddc2986a/tumblr_mgpq2yoXdJ1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;TEA CUP HAT CAT DOG - There’s no such thing as a simple word once you look at it closely, underline it, listen to it, walk around it, pick it up, put it down, turn it around, cut it out, take it apart, put it back together, roll it, fold it, and then try to throw it as far as you possibly can.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/40672872701</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/40672872701</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2013 10:52:10 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/38cc50e0fe81b9f0ce22820761618092/tumblr_mf8ob2F8n81qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/38237394904</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/38237394904</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2012 19:21:02 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"L’homme est capté par l’image de son corps. Ce point explique beaucoup de choses, et d’abord le..."</title><description>“L’homme est capté par l’image de son corps. Ce point explique beaucoup de choses, et d’abord le privilège qu’a pour lui cette image. Son monde, si tant est que ce mot ait un sens, son Umwelt, ce qu’il y a autour de lui, il le corpo-réifie, il le fait chose à l’image de son corps.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jacques Lacan, « Conférence à Genève sur le symptôme », 1975.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/35344065254</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/35344065254</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2012 18:09:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Jeremiah Day, in “Autonomy”, Berlin 2012...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcbgkavD8n1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeremiah Day, in “Autonomy”, Berlin 2012 (performance and video)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/34124485600</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/34124485600</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2012 00:45:46 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Jeremiah Day, in “Autonomy”, Berlin 2012...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcbgjb5o1K1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeremiah Day, in “Autonomy”, Berlin 2012 (performance and video)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/34124444817</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/34124444817</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2012 00:45:10 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Jeremiah Day, in “Autonomy”, Berlin 2012...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcbgici2ur1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeremiah Day, in “Autonomy”, Berlin 2012 (performance and video)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/34124403869</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/34124403869</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2012 00:44:35 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>BODY AND TALK - About Jeremiah Day's performance </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;ahhhhhh, ooooooo&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;, says Jeremiah Day as he crawls from the sidewalk to the threshold, until his head is half-way inside the entrance of maybe a social center perhaps in Neukölln, Berlin. We weren&amp;#8217;t there for the live performance. This is a video, projected in &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8216;Say it loud&amp;#8217;&lt;/em&gt; and the most remarkable work in the show at District Berlin, a former brewery converted into a place for art. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;whoooo, hooooo… ooooooo, aaaaaaa&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt; (sounding like a train whistle), he&amp;#8217;s out on the street again, stretched at a low angle, and somewhat strenuously buttressed against the facade of the building, skin against concrete, clinging to the edges of two stones like a mountain climber having no desire or obligation to reach the top.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jeremiah Day talks as he contorts, stretches and crawls on the sidewalk, in front of a focused small audience, less concerned passers-by and a barking dog.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He occasionally falls, trips over himself, deliberately or accidentally, we don&amp;#8217;t need to know. And not for very long. He springs up again, to resume his perilous semi-horizontal climb, seldom standing vertical, mostly horizontal or leaning at a low angle, always unstable, on the brink of and in motion, body bridging dirty horizontal sidewalk and building facade, construction, and talking all along, crawling in the present and talking in the past tense.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;There was this writer who… he would cut the end of stories.&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt; Jeremiah Day crouches as if he were sitting on an invisible low stool, knees bent and arms stretched out horizontally in front of him to keep a temporary balance, a precarious pause and hold on things. &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;He would finish the stories and then he would cut&lt;/em&gt; (brief pause, pant) &lt;em&gt;the ends off.&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Balancing on left knee and foot, he is now in a diagonal pose/pause for a split second, like a low-flying kung-fu master with no enemies, fighting/accepting gravitation/gravity, and the weight of words. &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;For his work to be realistic (gesture), he believed it had to honor purposelessness&lt;/em&gt; (gesture) &lt;em&gt;or the experience of purposelessness.&amp;#8221; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(Day jumps) then (lies on his back, knees raised, right arm reaching back, like a brief death, without an inkling of melodrama) &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;The idea was to bring you through this process&lt;/em&gt; (twist) &lt;em&gt;this journey&lt;/em&gt; (turn) &lt;em&gt;but not to&lt;/em&gt; (reaching out) &lt;em&gt;to clarify the goal&lt;/em&gt; (silence) &lt;em&gt;inasmuch as&lt;/em&gt; (breathing) &lt;em&gt;having a goal would be&amp;#8230;&lt;/em&gt;(falls).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laurent Sauerwein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The video of Jeremiah Day&amp;#8217;s performance piece can be seen at District Berlin until Nov.11. It is titled &amp;#8216;Autonomy&amp;#8217;. Info: &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/Rd2Caj" target="_blank"&gt;http://bit.ly/Rd2Caj&lt;/a&gt; / Jeremiah Day lives in Berlin.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/34107057273</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/34107057273</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2012 20:02:00 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Jeremiah Day, in AUTONOMY, 2012 performance in Berlin.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcb7oxl1wn1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeremiah Day, in AUTONOMY, 2012 performance in Berlin.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/34111742880</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/34111742880</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2012 19:45:00 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9327yRThP1qzq5muo1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9327yRThP1qzq5muo2_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/29869944379</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/29869944379</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2012 04:14:00 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m92pd0Nezk1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/29850755556</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/29850755556</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 23:36:36 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Flakeboard is an endless source of painterly amazement.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m92ozamtfm1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m92ozamtfm1qzq5muo2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m92ozamtfm1qzq5muo3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m92ozamtfm1qzq5muo4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m92ozamtfm1qzq5muo5_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flakeboard is an endless source of painterly amazement.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/29850251759</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/29850251759</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 23:28:00 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>The massive Art Deco style Industrial Trust Tower (on the right)...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m92nvtMmyt1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The massive Art Deco style Industrial Trust Tower (on the right) was built in 1927, three years before the Empire State building in New York. &lt;span&gt;During the 1950s, a rumor started that the building served as the model for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daily_Planet" title="Daily Planet" target="_blank"&gt;Daily Planet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; building in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superman" title="Superman" target="_blank"&gt;Superman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; comic book. The author denied, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;still today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;some people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;call it ‘the Superman Building’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/29848724972</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/29848724972</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 23:04:00 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m92mdfc3mg1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; one&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m92mdfc3mg1qzq5muo2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; two&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m92mdfc3mg1qzq5muo3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; and three&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; </description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/29846690918</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/29846690918</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 22:32:01 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>PROVIDENCE, Rhode Island, is not an island. It is the smallest...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m92li5036h1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROVIDENCE, Rhode Island&lt;/strong&gt;, is not an island. It is the smallest state in the United States and located on the East Coast, in New England, which is not really New, especially if you look at the roads, in dire need of repair.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Downtown Providence is not in great shape either, but it keeps the robust poetry of its formerly industrial buildings, its beautiful mills of bricks and steel. There are more empty commercial spaces on Westminster Street than in November, the last time we were here. When factories close down, they are converted into lofts. If they are in turn deserted, which could happen if the economic slump gets worse, lofts could turn into thin air. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(iPhone photographs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/29845544719</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/29845544719</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 22:13:00 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Lost somewhere at the edge of Paris’ 19th arrondissement,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m52ahglgHk1qzq5muo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost somewhere at the edge of Paris’ 19th arrondissement, stuck against the highway that circles the city, is the drafty rue Sigmund Freud as Google Street View dreamt it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I interacted with it, looked left and right, and even up —and this is what I found among the pictures that Google Street View found. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Perdue dans le fin fond du 19e arrondissement, coinçée contre le périphérique, dans une sorte de courant d’air, la rue Sigmund Freud, telle que l’a rêvée Google Street View. Interactif, j’ai regardé à droite, à gauche et même en l’air, et voici ce qu’il reste après que nos regards se soient croisés.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/24359608121</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/24359608121</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2012 00:31:00 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m52a3kCncO1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/24359044631</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/24359044631</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2012 23:52:32 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m52a2qfFVv1qzq5muo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/24359011058</link><guid>http://larrysa.tumblr.com/post/24359011058</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2012 23:52:01 +0200</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
