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“Movements of a fly on a window from 8am to 7pm one day in May, 1967” Walter Marchetti - 1967
McKenzie Wark - raving
Diane di prima revolutionary letter 11
the water magician (kenji mizoguchi, 1933)
Love Education (Sylvia Chang, 2017)
The Postmodern Life of My Aunt (Ann Hui, 2006)
Lives of Performers (Yvonne Rainer, 1972)
Game of the Year (Ellen Pau, 1989)
How History Was Wounded (Shu Lea Cheang, Jun Jieh Wang, 1990) Water (Standard Version from the Cihai Dictionary) (Zhang Peili, 1991
How History Was Wounded (Shu Lea Cheang, Jun Jieh Wang, 1990)
The Event (Sergei Loznitsa, 2015)
Pools (Barbara Hammer, 1981)
Flame of My Love (Kenji Mizoguchi, 1949)
We know today that any emancipatory politics must abandon the model of the party, or parties, and affirm itself as a politics "of no party," but without also falling back on anarchism, which has only ever been the vain critique, or the double, or the shadow of the communist parties, like the black flag is the double or shadow of the red flag.
Alain Badiou, Petrograd-Shanghai, the two revolutions of the 20th century
Everyone agreed that this was how to proceed. The audience can’t be mistaken about whom to love, whom to pity, whom to despise. But must showing one’s essence mean exaggerating the signs by which we recognize it. If one could have the courage to be not quite so pointed from the beginning, wouldn’t that be finer, truer? More fascinating? Every night, as she went on stage Maryna promised herself, I will hold something back. I will not be entirely legible. More variance, she bid herself, even at the risk of being confusing. More smolder.
Susan Sontag, In America
Quelques Veuves de Noirmoutier (Agnès Varda, 2005)