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Extraterrestrial Sex Fetish
I couldn't but link it - turns out there's a website called Supervert, featuring all sorts of kinky stuff - most notably this, but look around (there's even a Bataille PDF library; if y'all don't know Story of the Eye, it's a fascinating read).
Scott Walker: 30 Century Man (an interview with Stephen Kijak)
Nerve Magazine music editor Adrian Mack turned me onto Scott Walker back when I was writing my Jandek piece for them. An obvious call: Scott Walker's last two high art albums, Tilt (1995) and The Drift (2006) come across as Jandek for art snobs (as if Jandek weren't an elite enough taste). Adrian also takes "full responsibility for turning Radiohead on to Scott Walker." He has a story for us:
"This was before Tilt was released, but as I remember it, Radiohead had entered a studio Walker had vacated, and there were hair-raising stories about what he'd been up to in there. When I expressed my excitement over Walker's 60s material and did the whole salesman bit, Jonny Greenwood became interested. I was fairly drunk and it was a really long time ago, but I recall Greenwood muttering something about checking it out. A few years later, that Radiohead movie came out, and his music was in it... Incidentally, later that night, Greenwood kind of turned on me when I confessed that my friend had destroyed his and Thom Yorke's secret acoustic performance at the Railway Club a year or so prior. It's a long and crazy story, and Radiohead vowed they'd never return to Vancouver (they did, of course)."
Stephen Kijak (pronounced "kayak"), the director of the VIFF Scott Walker documentary, received a different story from Radiohead, but this doesn't necessarily rule out Adrian's version of things. "Colin at one point - I was asking him at what point they got turned onto him, and he said someone had taped the Boychild compilation for him. So it would have been around the early 90's. He said it was 'the album Marc Almond did,' because Marc Almond had done the liner notes. So I'm guessing someone just passed them a tape, and it just rocked their world. They had never heard the Nite Flites stuff before, so it was fun to play that for them, but, um Scott 3 and 4 loom large for them - "Duchess" is a big favourite, and "On Your Own Again," I know Ed says its his favourite record to have on tour. But yeah... the source of it. It" -- ie, Adrian's version - "could be true - they were doing OK Computer at Rack when Scott was doing sessions for Tilt."
Walker has had a bizarre and remarkable career. He's recorded everything from Top of the Pops prettyboy romantic love songs, to Jacques Brel flavoured, brooding 70's crooning, to late 70's soulfunk/new wave fusion, to 80's avant-pop. His current Hyperborean pinnacle of dauntingly dark and difficult music cannot be easily classified; The Drift, the album that I bought on Adrian's recommendation, is such an alienated album, its points of reference so far removed from anything I understand or have yet encountered, that I find it chilling; it gets even chillier as you realize the amount of craft and deliberation that went into it – he's no lone nut spewing, he's got ORGANIZATION, he commands RESOURCES, which is far more disturbing. (Matt at Scratch, when I confessed that I found it unsettling, reacted in a sort of "of course" way, quipping: "it's the end of music." Yep). Kijak considers him "one of the most unique characters in music," in that he's "come all that way, and to not just be a rehabilitated 60's popstar, but someone who has, in a way, denounced the past in order to move forward."
An excellent overview of Walker's career, Scott Walker: 30 Century Man, plays Sunday at 6:30 at the Granville cinemas, with the director in attendance, I'm told (it will also screen on the 2nd and 11th). It features the testimonials of David Bowie, Brian Eno, and many others who have been influenced or affected by the music of Scott Walker, or played with him; avant garde monocerous horn player Evan Parker even turns up, having been called in by Scott to record on his 1984 album, Climate of Hunter. More exciting, the film has considerable footage of the reclusive Walker performing in studio and talking, in a most relaxed and open fashion, about his music. What follows is an interview I did with Stephen Kijak, a few days before he was to depart for Vancouver...
Allan: What was your history with the music of Scott Walker? When did you first start listening to him?
Stephen: 1991. It was a CD issue of Boychild, which is a compilation that Fontana Records put out. It was the first time Scott Walker stuff had been on CD. Universal released – through Fontana – 1, 2, 3, and 4 on CD in the UK, and did this compilation called Boychild. That was the first thing that I got my hands on. Someone had actually played me the track, "The Old Man's Back Again," parenthetically subtitled "Dedicated to the Neo-Stalinist Regime," which is pretty much the coolest title ever to come out of the late 60s. It just hooked me. It's really a simple case of an obsession, starting at that period, and I just went back... He really became one of the great musical discoveries of my life; I heard in it everything that I was into. As the years ticked on, I just collected more and more, so by the time Tilt came out, I was fully committed to the cause of Scott Walker. Allan: Was Tilt at all unsettling?
Stephen: No – it was thrilling. I loved it. I like really dark, difficult music. I was a bit of a Goth – I liked Einsturzende Neubauten, I liked industrial music, I was into punk, so the noisier elements of it – what people say was dark and impenetrable – just to me was thrilling, that a man who had once done Tony Bennett covers was giving us this pitch black music. It was more like still life painting... I think in the film someone compares him to Francis Bacon, and it's totally true. It was startling, but thrilling as well.
Allan: Do you have a favourite?
Stephen: I can't pick, you know? I did the movie. I embrace it all – I had to. Each phase of it holds fascination for me; it's like – "which side of this diamond do you like the best?" He reflects and refracts all these different things. By default, since I've been so immersed in every other period, I'm dipping into the weird 70's country stuff, just for freshness – that's the stuff I'm not as familiar with.
Allan: That's from the vinyl only, unreleased period? (Walker has several albums that he blocks from coming out on CD, I learned from the film. They may, however, have had limited release in Japan, if you can figure out how to order from Amazon Japan. I've done it for some mini-LP style Sun Ra stuff... For example, here's a CD of Til the Band Comes In, selling used on the site for about $200 Cdn. Stretch and We Had It All are quite a bit cheaper, one one CD).
Stephen: Yeah – the album Stretch, for example, has some really great shit on it! He covers Bill Withers, you know, doing "Use Me." It's great stuff!
Allan (bursts out laughing): He does "Use Me?!" (Great song - you can hear the original here).
Stephen: He does "Use Me!" Oh my God, it's so good.
Allan: Did you get to talk to him about why he doesn't want those albums to come back out?
Stephen: We really didn't get around to it, to be perfectly honest. I mean – he's not a fan of those records. He does speak about it a bit – it was the imbibing; he was very drunk, he had lost his way. He was trying to find his way back to songwriting and people just wouldn't let him do it. What do you do, you gotta pay the bills!
Allan: How did you get in touch with him?
Stephen: I've been asked this question a lot, and to be honest, how I found his manager's fax number still remains a mystery to me. I can't remember how I did it, but somehow I did – I don't know if it was online, finding a number and changing the digits and getting their phone number. You know what I mean? Just weird detective work eventually got me in touch with the people who manage him. And I just started sending them ideas and introducing myself and seeing if he'd be open to letting me do this film.
Allan: Was he less eccentric than you expected?
Stephen: Completely. Well – I mean, I had done enough research, and I had spent a lot of time with his management, so you start to get a picture of the man through other people, but yeah – you still never really know what you're going to be confronted with. But there was just something in his manner – he was extremely polite and courteous, just a really nice guy. It kind of dispels all the myths of, kinda, "the Phantom of the Opera of Modern Rock" that a lot of people have in their heads. But that's not to say that there isn't still some very weird schism between the really nice man and the really dense and abstract music that's pouring out of his brain. Which is a zone that I wanted to kind of leave as enigmatic as possible. You can't explain it away, really, and I didn't want to. It's part of his mystique and what makes him an interesting artist.
Allan: Did you see any hints of eccentricity or darkness in the interviews, maybe that didn't make it into the film?
Stephen: Not really – I mean, the darkness is there. I mean, the man tells you he's been carrying around this image his whole life of the beaten dead bodies of Mussolini and his mistress.
Allan: Right! I had forgotten about that...
Stephen: That tells you something. That's something that reverberates through his life, you know? It's there. I feel like some people want it to be more explicit than it is, but I just think, "Watch the film a bit closer, it's all in there." When the man says "My life and my work are the same thing," that's the answer, I think.
Allan: Yeah. The only thing I couldn't make sense of in the film – when Brian Eno is talking about the Walker Brothers' Nite Flights, there seems to be a consensus that that's a singularly difficult or avant garde album. I can't really hear that – it seems like pretty standard 70's pop to me.
Stephen: Well, the song "Nite Flights," it's almost like a template for all of New Wave to come, in a way. It feels very much in line with what Bowie and Eno themselves were doing, with Heroes and Low. But I think he's thinking in particular of the track "The Electrician," off that album. That just pushes it into another direction, and there's just a hint that Scott is working on a level that's a little removed from where pop music would eventually go.
Allan: Was it intimidating or weird contacting Eno or Bowie?
Stephen: It was my idea to get Bowie to executive produce, just because I knew he was such an enthusiastic fan. Yeah – you get a little skittish before Bowie's about to walk into the room. But really, everyone kind of came together around a genuine love of Scott Walker's music, so that kind of set a tone for it all. Eno was great. It was probably one of my favourite interviews to do, just 'cause the man is so fucking smart.
Allan: He's an extremely articulate guy.
Stephen: He's so articulate, and - it was just one of those rare interviews where you could just use everything he said. It could have been the Brian Eno show, he was just so captivating.
Allan: Just something you might find interesting - I saw Eno perform live in Tokyo, in, I think 2001, in a very rare concert appearance, and of all the people I saw perform when I was in Japan - Sonic Youth, David Byrne, Lou Reed, Joe Strummer - he was the only one who had taken the time to work out a speech in Japanese. You could tell he didn't actually know how to speak it, but he had it all written out, introducing his "atarashii ongaku" to the audience - his new music, and his pronunciation was pretty good! It really impressed me, and them, that he did that.
Allan: A final thing. There's a remarkable shot of Scott singing in studio that you used, and you cut away from it to an animation. I was kind of screaming in frustration, because I wanted to see more of it. Did Scott place restrictions on how much footage of him you could use?
Stephen: No, he actually stopped. That's all there is! He sang like, another line, and then he stopped recording. The famous "one take vocals" for this albums - they're really rigorous songs to sing, which probably part of the reason they'll never be done live. He once told me to just get across the songs themselves was just such a feat it would kill him. So... yeah, we used almost every frame of him we had at the mike.
Allan: Are there going to be any really interesting extras on the DVD, when it comes out?
Stephen: Well, the DVD's come out in the UK, and they've done kind of a dumb thing and taken the 25 minutes of Scott Walker interview and put it on a limited edition disc that you can only get through HMV, whereas on the regular disc it's just extra interviews with everybody else. But in North America, we're going to try to cut it a bit differently and we're going to go back in and I'm going to put some extra studio stuff on, because a lot of the fans have been saying that the one thing they really want. The diehards - they want to see him just kind of puttering around the studio. Which our distributors thought, "Oh, that's boring - let's just put more Bowie interview," or something. I'm like - "Ohh, all right. They're paying for it, so we can only argue so much.
Allan: Right.
Stephen: But it's probably going to end up being a case where different DVDs in different territories have different goodies on them. But the British DVD is great, it looks good. We've got the whole lost Neil Hannon interview, which, due to time and editorial constraints, we couldn't use in the film. It'll be a nice package, but we're psyched that it's gonna be coming around on screens and things. It's going to come out in America in January. I think we're still working on a Canadian deal. But uh... if people are tenacious, they can get their hands on it.
Labels: Scott Walker, Stephen Kijak, Vancouver International Film Festival
Films so far
Brief, informal reactions to a few films - don't want to trouble with putting up links, but it can all be found at http://www.viff.org/ ...
Losers and Winners will reward anyone interested in the description of the film, or concerned with globalisation. I learned more about the Chinese from this than I did from Antonioni's much longer documentary - or any one other film I've seen. Quite funny at times. Shot on video, but you'll forgive it.
Shotgun Stories tells its story well and is quite gripping, with a nicely handled ending and a strong, smart, cinematic eye. Southern poverty, male threat displays, a poisonous snake, and stopping the wheel of karma. A small film, but a pleasure to watch.
The Elephant and the Sea I walked out on. Interesting set up, but the shot-on-video look was getting to me and I was exhausted from the day's previous films and some writing I'd been doing.
Taken for a Ride is a significant, compelling documentary about corporate manipulation of urban planning - basically, it's about how General Motors and the highway lobby fucked up American public transit. It's unfortunately fairly specific to the US (especially LA), but there's a cool NFB thing on cars that screens with it, called The Cars in Your Life, that is brilliantly crafted and surprisingly fun to watch. Everyone in the Bus Rider's Union should go see this.
10+4 is very much in the mode of Iranian auteur Abbas Kiarostami, but don't be put off that it's a sequel to 10; not having seen 10 won't harm your enjoyment of the film. This is probably one for cinephiles, though - or for people with a personal connection with the theme of breast cancer; the director, Mania Akbari, had lost a breast, and the film is entirely made up of conversations between her and family, friends, and strangers about her feelings about her disease and treatment. Intimate, provocative, and, well, I really like the Kiarostami thing of shooting people riding around in cars; but I ended up napping during the last bit. I really have been wearing myself out lately; it shouldn't be seen as a commentary on the film.
The Matsugane Potshot Affair: pleasantly twisted, subdued Japanese black comedy that surely will be compared to Fargo, tho' the pacing is closer to Jarmusch than the Coens. The film drags you into a familial mess and winkingly sullies you. Lots of quirky humour, and an ambitious step up from the relatively straightforward, equally delightful Linda Linda Linda (by the same director). I agree with friends of mine that both films would've been better 10 minutes shorter, but don't let that stop you from checking this out.
Atonement: (I did not choose to see this film myself, note). I had forgotten, due to long exposure to really good cinema, that a movie could be made with hammers. The sheer lack of subtlety in Atonement -- which proudly leaps from cinematic cliche to cinematic cliche, overstating everything it can -- does a great deal to ruin Ian MacEwan's finely told story of frustrated love and familial meddling. I liked the palette of the film, and the ideas behind it, but nothing else. The audience members who applauded enthusiastically at the end probably watch a lot of TV or something.
Control: I admit to not really knowing the work of Anton Corbijn, but his first film, about Joy Division and the suicide of Ian Curtis, is filled with astonishing and striking compositions, in gorgeous black and white (see the image above, for instance). It's one of the many things that are remarkable about the film, which, one feels, provides a completely authentic (if fictional) visual record of how Manchester looked between 1973 and 1980. The music is also really good, and Sam Riley makes a striking Ian Curtis. Alas, if you need your cinema to be something MORE than a visual experience - if you'd like to be intrigued by the characters, their actions, opinions, and motivations, this film - which filters the story through the perspective of Curtis' widow, who wrote the book on which it is based and co-produced - will not fully satisfy; the dialogue is simple and, while the performances are good, without anything of substance to say, the actors can only do so much. Not what it could have been - though I am singularly hard to please with "lives of the artists" films. Question: this film, like 24 Hour Party People, suggests that Curtis had watched Herzog's Stroszek (a film which ends in suicide) prior to his own suicide. Is that true?
I have one last film to write about - Scott Walker: 30 Century Man (just as soon as I transcribe my interview with the director), and recommend that film to anyone passionate about music, for a glimpse at an unusual career. Check in tomorrow AM for the finished piece. Beyond that, the must-sees on my list at present include Bela Tarr's The Man from London, de Palma's Redaction, van Sant's Paranoid Park, and James Benning's casting a glance. Curious about several others, but these ones are definite... kind of worried about Bruce Sweeney's American Venus, but I'll check that out, too; I've only really loved one of his films, Dirty...
Labels: Vancouver International Film Festival
More VIFFery: Black White + Grey and One Way Street on a Turntable
Two very different documentaries at this year's film festival touch on the work of Frankfurt School theorist Walter Benjamin, one peripherally, one centrally.
1. Black, White + Grey: A Portrait of Sam Wagstaff and Robert Mapplethorpe
An interview with James Crump
James Crump's Black, White + Grey: A Portrait of Sam Wagstaff and Robert Mapplethorpe, begins with a quote from Walter Benjamin, taken from "Paris, the Capital of the Nineteenth Century:" "The collector is the true resident of the interior. He makes his concern the transfiguration of things... The collector dreams his way not only into a distant or bygone world but also into a better one." It's a brilliantly chosen epigraph: the idea that the collector is creating a sort of personal utopia, a better world, more suited to his tastes and needs, is extremely important to Crump's film, which deals with a very significant, though now neglected, collector and tastemaker, who, it seems, used art in very much this way. Sam Wagstaff - patron, older lover, and upper-echelon passport to a young and ambitious Robert Mapplethorpe - did much to get photography taken seriously as a fine art form and as an investment; he did even more to help Mapplethorpe. Unfortunately, he has nearly been forgotten, today - something which Crump sets out to rectify. Based on the interest in his film, I'd say he succeeds.
I interviewed James Crump for Xtra West - it's in the issue that just came out today. I thought I'd offer a few interesting outtakes here. Crump talked about discovering various images that had never been seen before, when doing research at the Getty (where Wagstaff's photography collection ended up).
"Sam had a Leica camera, and had always shot snapshots. Since he was a kid, he was interested in photography; he was part of a camera club at Hotchkiss, for instance. And he took those autoportraits with that Leica, and so when – there's over ten thousand of those snapshots. A lot of them have not been seen or reviewed – they're still in the drugstore developing envelopes in which they were sort of reposited at the Getty. And so when I was doing my research – I was fascinated by it. They were definitely private images." Some of these - autoerotic self-portraits - have never been seen before, and appear in the film. "It's a daunting collection of snapshots, and he wasn't a very good photographer, actually, but the autoportraits I thought were suggestive and really interesting, and showed a side of him that he wasn't always sharing. I thought they were really interesting documents."
Wagstaff, as my Xtra West article details, came from an upper crust, conservative background, part of which meant - as the film details - he had to remain closeted and attend deb balls and such. Mapplethorpe's former roommate and close friend Patti Smith talks in the film about how it was the one area of Sam's life where she sensed deep pain. The younger, more daring Mapplethorpe - engaged in more open rebellion towards the values of his working class Catholic upbringing - served as Wagstaff's guide to the darker realms of S&M and gay sex clubs, and was a liberating force for Wagstaff, 26 years his senior (the bulk of my Xtra West article deals with this). Though the film doesn't show anything too shocking or in-your-face, it's not because such images don't exist (the famous image of Mapplethorpe with a bullwhip stuck in his ass can be viewed here, by the way. Stick THAT on your desktop!) As the director explained,
"There were sex photographs taken of Sam by Robert. I never saw these, but I tried to find a collection that I was told about by a dealer who is no longer alive in New York City named Richard York; he once wrote me and told me that there were sex photographs of Sam by Robert, and I think also they did some autoportraits together of themselves. But I never saw those. But I did see – Sam photographed young guys, for instance, in some sexual situations, and those were part of that snapshot collection in Los Angeles. They're probably of legal age, by how they look, probably 18-19-20 years old..." Crump "wasn't able to use those," alas, and still get his documentary shown to a wide audience.
The film sensitively, if briefly, also deals with the issue of AIDS. Both Wagstaff and Mapplethorpe died of it, the older man in 1987, the younger in 1989. Mapplethorpe - I'm told one of the first artists to document the devestation wrought by the virus – took photographs of Sam during his illness, Crump tells me. "There's a contact sheet in the film, very near the end of his life. It's six pictures on a page – those represent that period." A 1978 portrait of Sam by Mapplethorpe served as the cover of Sam's memorial card.
"I think Sam was very discreet about it. Everyone I talked to said he didn't talk about it. It was kept very quiet. I think people were surprised by how swift it went through the gay community, and how it decimated so many people so fast," Crump says. He can only speculate on Wagstaff's feelings, based on what people who knew him said. "I think he was probably just resentful at not having more time to do what he wanted to do. As Patti Smith says in the film, he was annoyed by it, by not being able to keep on with what his passions were." \
According to Patricia Morrisroe, Mapplethorpe's biographer, the younger man was somewhat resentful that Wagstaff spent much of his last year amassing a collection of American silver for a planned show, since he saw it taking away from his inheritance. In fact, Mapplethorpe would also inherit the silver, along with the bulk of Wagstaff's money - which he used to set up the Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation, shortly before he died. Not everyone who knew both Mapplethorpe and Wagstaff speaks highly of the photographer in the film, though Patti Smith - who is probably the warmest of the people interviewed - emphasizes that Robert really loved Sam.
Crump informs me that though he appreciates the impulse to collect, he isn't really a collector himself. "I've got a few photographs and I love them, and I've come across them through being close to the photography market and photography community for a number of years, but I wouldn't call myself a collector." Crump had edited two books for Arena Editions on the work of Robert Mapplethorpe. "One was called Pictures, which was the sex photographs – that was 1998. The second book was in '99 or 2000; it's called Autoportrait. It's the early self-portrait Polaroids by Robert Mapplethorpe."
Some of the film's detractors have felt that the film fails to delve deeply enough into Wagstaff's sexual life, as did I, in fact; perhaps I'm just more interested in S&M and inner conflict than I am in the history of photography. Still, the film shouldn't be criticized too harshly; it does what it does well enough that it's a bit perverse to fault it for not doing something else entirely. Crump's film is a tad chilly, but very informative - I liked it more on second viewing, actually. It will have its first Vancouver screening at 4:30 PM Friday, at the Pacific Cinematheque.
2. One Way Street on a Turntable
I think I liked this film more than any other film that I've seen and completely failed to understand.
I was challenged in my viewing of it on various counts. I am acutally unsure of the relationship between this film and the work of Walter Benjamin (which, I confess, I don't know that deeply; nor do I know the previous work of experimental documentarian Anson Mak, nor have I been to Hong Kong - the place central to the film, though I hesitate to call it either its "subject" or "setting"). The title, and perhaps some of the spoken text in the film, refers to a famous non-critical piece of Benjamin's, offering advice to writers and critics. I can't really say how exactly this relates to the film's subject, though; the film is a meditation on "movement" "rootlessness," and being "fixed" in a city that is ever changing, and probably thereby a meditation on identity. To complicate matters further, I have imperfectly previewed the film - the version I've seen was quite glitchy, with large chunks missing and imperfect subtitles; the spoken text read throughout the film (by a non-native speaker) was often difficult to understand, and the English quotes that appeared onscreen attributed to Benjamin didn't seem to match up with those in the piece I just linked. Add to all this the complex nature of the project, and there is much that I still haven't processed - though I did see at least 40 minutes of the film, and... well... it sure was interesting.
Let's put it this way: for anyone interested in experiments with the film form - regardless of whether you're conversant with the Frankfurt school or Hong Kong's history or such -- this is a really striking and lovely experience. The turntable reference in the title alludes to sampling technology; much of this film is made up of audio and video samples, often manipulated, juxtaposed with split-screens, and layered atop one another. At the peak of its complexity, there were four screens playing different images, all of Hong Kong. Some were archival -- some black and white, some colour --and played in apposition to grainy, altered super 8 footage of a woman who I presume was the director wandering around the city. Three distinct soundtracks played against the four screens: one channel was English, one in - oh, hell, I'm not sure if it was Mandarin or Cantonese; can I just say "Chinese" and not sound like a vulgarian? - and one audio track of schoolchildren singing. At one point, the English and Chinese narration switched channels -- all this jam-packed into about three minutes of film. Not all of the film is quite that busy, and there are many quiet and meditative passages, as well, but the overall effect is not unlike watching Burroughs/Balch cut up experiments (download "The Cut Ups," in particular, if you're not sure what I mean); it's a lot to process, but the very challenges of processing the unusual grammar of the film are stimulating and engaging. You'll be happy to surrender to its rhythms for the sheer aesthetic pleasure they provide, even if you completely give up hope of accessing the film's theses. And if you happen to be a cultural studies critic from Hong Kong - I envy you your being able to draw that much more deeply from this film than I. Find me in the audience and explain it to me: it plays October 1st at the Granville 7 and October 4th at the Cinematheque.
Labels: Anson Mak, Black White + Grey, James Crump, One Way Street on a Turntable, Sam Wagstaff, VIFF
The Nanjing Massacre, the Japanese, and my Dad
Taken during my father's first year in the airforce, Christmas 1953; photographer unknown
I lived and worked in Japan from 1999 to 2002, during which time I had conversations with many Japanese bearing on the Second World War. The variety of opinions one encounters about incidents like the Nanking Massacre - the title of the important new documentary playing at the VIFF aside, it really should be given as the Nanjing Massacre, to reflect current practice - is considerable; there is no one "Japanese point of view" about the events in China of 1937, when a rapacious and ruthless invading force slaughtered as many as 300,000 Chinese non-combatants and raped countless women, any more than there is a single point of view in North America about the Allied firebombing of Dresden or the internment of Japanese-Canadian civilians... though in the case of many young Japanese, if you ask them about Nanjing, you're likely to get a blank stare and a "Huh?" (Or, in Japanese, an "ehh?").
Ignorance does not always equate with innocence, though, and part of young people's ignorance may be due to Japanese government policy of "toning down" textbooks that mention wartime atrocities (typical story here). Certain political elements in Japan prefer to present the Japanese as the victims of aggression in WWII, rather than the perpetrators, and would rather commemorate Hiroshima than Unit 731. The more extreme manifestations of this desire to cover up past crimes can be quite shocking; if you poke around Yahoo Japan, for instance, you'll find a plethora of sites like this one, advertising a "Nanjing debunking" video - or this one, which claims the various photos of atrocities that have entered the public record (see below) are faked. I remember reading a plaque at the Hiroshima Peace Museum that made brief mention of "alleged atrocities," or such; I can't quote it exactly, but it seemed an attempt to satisfy both camps - acknowledging that it is said as many as 300,000 died, while also noting that this number has been disputed. We need only imagine how well the word "alleged" would go over in regard the Jewish Holocaust - or any other widely-known, historically unquestionable atrocity - to get a glimpse of how unlikely it is such fudged gestures will placate the Chinese.
As it happens, I met and got to know a Japanese history teacher of "massacre denial" stripe, as I have elsewhere recounted; he said in no uncertain terms that he thought Iris Chang, then living, was a propagandist trying to disgrace Japan and get reparations for the Chinese, and he repeated one of the dumber bits of propaganda that the Japanese right have spread, that there were far fewer people living in Nanjing than it was claimed were killed (Hello? It was the CAPITAL OF CHINA, for chrissake. China is not known for its scarcity of people). There's another grotesque story I heard a couple of times from Japanese, about how one of the prison guards executed after the Tokyo War Crimes Tribunal for having fed wood to POWs, as a sort of cruel prank, had in fact been feeding his prisoners gobo, a fibrous root that many Japanese eat, sharing it with them out of compassion. He was punished for his compassion - how unjust! It takes a fair level of deliberately maintained ignorance - even in Japan - to let anecdotes like that wash away any hint of wrongdoing.
There are, however, many people in Japan who know better. There's Japanese author Katsuichi Honda, for one - interviewed by David Suzuki and Keibo Oiwa for The Japan We Never Knew, and author of a Japanese history of the atrocities at Nanjing; for his role in bringing what Japan did into the public eye, he has received plentiful death threats (it's rather a shame that the VIFF film doesn't talk about him, but it's really focused on the events of the day). A different Japanese teacher, working at the same high school, initiated a conversation with me about Japanese military aggression and the beheading of prisoners at a Saitama Peace Museum show we went to, saying that he believed that said history teacher - the denier - was entitled to his view, wrong as it was, but that he shouldn't be allowed to teach it to children. (I believe I continued the conversation by talking about Jim Keegstra). Others take a more jaundiced view - "it was a war; these sorts of things happen in war," a view which episodes like Abu Ghraib or My Lai lends some credence to, while in no way excusing those Japanese who deny such things ever took place. Yet others, born long after the war finished, feel these were horrible crimes, but are tired of being held accountable for them, and think it perverse and politically suspect that the Chinese bring these events up again and again (for instance, when Japanese Prime Ministers take trips to worship at Yasukuni Jinja. No reason to be pissed off at that, right?). Most of the Japanese I met who had strong feelings against Japanese Imperial aggression were older, and felt great unease at the steady rehabilitation of the Hino Maru and "Kimi Ga Yo," seeing Japan swinging steadily back to the right, arm in arm with America (so much so that, despite a Peace Constitution that forbids them such things, Japan now has an unofficial army, which is participating in Iraq in what many people feel started as a war of aggression -- by, ironically, the very country that earlier forbid Japan to rearm).
My father has some fairly strong feelings about the Japanese, relating back to two men in their 20's, "Whitey and Edward Kennedy, his brother" who lived a few miles down the street, in the town of Inverness, Nova Scotia, where my father grew up. "As five, six, and seven year old kids, we played kick the can, lacrosse, football, whatever," my father - who would prefer to remain anonymous - recounts. "Edward was quiet and reserved, but Whitey was super friendly. It was during the war, and he had joined up - I believe almost ten percent of Canada had joined up, long before the States. We're talking about 1939, 1940. I would have been six. He'd come out and play with us, and he'd give us candies. He was a little bit on the chubby side, with whitish-blonde hair - that's why we called him Whitey. He'd come out and catch the ball and - he was just a nice guy. I don't know if he was in the North Novies - the North Nova Scotia regiment - but he wore a kilt."
This is a story I've heard often. My father, now 73, has carried these memories for a long time. "MacKenzie King believed Churchill or somebody, that there was no chance of war between Japan and Hong Kong, so he sent them over there. They'd just be garrison troops." In 1941, though - long after they'd conquered China, the Japanese came into Hong Kong, and Whitey and Edward were taken prisoner, an experience which destroyed them. "Maybe three years after the war, they came home. Edward, I don't remember ever seeing him again. He became more reclusive. And Whitey was nothing but a drunk. I never saw him draw a sober breath - he was just shattered by it. And he'd cry and cry and cry. You could ask him anything and he'd cry, and he never played games with us again. Years later, I found out the things they did - at St. Stephens College and things like that. Seventy percent of my life, I've hated and hated and hated the Japanese, because of what they did to Whitey Kennedy."
Ironically, it was my father's strong feelings about Japan - which we'd discuss over The Bridge on the River Kwai or Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence - that got me interested in the country in the first place, and led to my going there. I was able to tone down my father's hatred a little with more positive stories of my time in Japan - and bizarrely, when said massacre-denying history teacher came to visit us with his son, we all ended up at a table at Shabusen in Vancouver - my father, mother, the teacher, his son, and myself - eating Japanese food and drinking beer. "The teacher didn't lessen my, at this point, dislike for the Japanese," my father explains, "but his son did. I enjoyed being with a young person who wasn't in any way responsible; he knew nothing about it, and he's not subject to denial, like some other Japanese are... If you remember, I bought them two bottles - I bought the teacher a bottle, and his son, and he said, 'Well, he's only 16' - but his son's bottle, when he opened it, was maple syrup. Later on, we were in their hotel room, and his son liked my jacket, and I was so happy to even know the guy and feel better about some Japanese person that I gave him my jacket - the only blazer I had, with a BC crest on it. I gave it to him! Hopefully he still wears it."
There are still survivors of the Nanjing Massacre, both Chinese and Japanese, and their testimony makes my father's story pale (I include it here simply because it's a personal connection to what would otherwise seem distant history to me). Various survivors are interviewed for the film. Chang Zhi Qiang, for instance, gives a heartrending account of seeing his mother and kid brother bayonetted, but not immediately killed, by a Japanese soldier - after which, to sooth the baby, his bleeding mother held the infant to her wounded breast and let him suckle. Chang is crying as he tells the story - he was nine years old at the time, and it's marked him for life. It's probably the single most difficult part of the film to sit through, though much of what we hear recounted is upsetting indeed: rapes, mass executions, people set on fire... It's strong material, though presented with the utmost taste and restraint. Most of it is read by actors - most notably, Jurgen Prochnow, reading the letters and diaries of John Rabe, "the Good German of Nanking" -- a Nazi who, with other foreigners, set up a refugee zone and protected thousands of Chinese from certain death; and Mariel Hemingway, reading from the works of Minnie Vautrin, an American missionary who protected women. One can only hope that the film finds a Japanese audience, since there are many Japanese who would profit indeed from seeing it; it's quite chilling that one of the Japanese soldiers shown talking in archival footage about what they did appears to be chuckling to think of it.
My father, watching the film with me, growled: "the bastard."
Note: the official site for the film is here.
Labels: japan, lawrence macinnis, nanking massacre, VIFF
Michael V. Smith and Elizabeth Bachinsky on Wolf Lake
Vancouver queer culture advocate, novelist, poet, and filmmaker Michael V. Smith has a new short film in this year's VIFF, "Wolf Lake," playing as part of the program Storm Surge on October 7th and 8th at the Pacific Cinematheque. The film is based on a work by BC poet Elizabeth Bachinsky – recently shortlisted for the Governor General's Award for her second volume of poetry, Home of Sudden Service, in which "Wolf Lake" appears. I spoke to both Elizabeth and Michael about the film; the two are pictured above on the Staten Island ferry in New York, where the film played as part of the Scanners Video Festival (an offshoot of the NYFF) earlier this year.
The poem itself has an interesting history; it began as a response to another poem of the same name, by fellow BC-er Matt Rader, who read it at the now-defunct Sugar Refinery one night with Liz in attendance. "I wanted to write a response," she explains. "In Matt Rader's poem, two boys drive out to the woods, and they're going to go hunting or fishing or swimming or something like that. And they come across this guy pulling a woman out of the trunk of his car and carrying her off into the woods. The poem ends with the image of Pete – one of the boys – reaching back for his gun," as if he's going to intercede. I asked Liz if she was offended by the piece, and she rather carefully avoided an affirmative answer, explaining: "Guys are always writing about women – I thought, maybe let's hear from the woman."
The narrator of Elizabeth's poem is dead: "It's a posthumous voice," she says; "We know who the character is when we're going into it." Her assailant is an ex-boyfriend, whom she had thought she was still friends with. "I guess I'm like all girls – you've got that paranoid thought in the back of your mind that the ones you trust the most are the most likely to kill you. Guys can be really weird."
After being stabbed, her dying narrator – dazed and betrayed, but not completely surprised at the turn of events – describes a bumpy ride in the trunk of a car, and then being carried off into the woods to be dumped. "You know, you hear about the Body/ all the time: They found the Body.../ The Body was found... and then you are one." It's unsettling in the extreme, and one of the young poet's most compelling works.
Liz reads the poem as a voiceover soundtrack to Michael's images.
(photo by Dave Aharonian)
Matt and Liz "have a very different understanding" of Matt's original poem, Michael V. Smith tells me. The filmmaker – a longtime friend of both poets – knew Matt's piece before Liz had written hers. "I wouldn't necessarily say that his poem is anti-female, but it's part of a culture that is, and it certainly doesn't help the pro-female," Michael explains by phone, then stops himself. "Well, maybe it does, by showing women as victims of assault. But I think Liz wanted more help than just the spectacle... I really appreciated Liz's feminist revision of that fiction. Because I understand wanting to hear your stories and wanting to give voice to even literary experiences where you feel silenced. Feminism and queer politics are very similar, and they have a similar agenda, and I am a very feminist guy. So I admired her for that, and I think she made a brilliant poem from the raw material – from Matt's original source, or, from her perspective, from Matt's oversight."
Out of "morbid curiosity," Michael wrote his own "Wolf Lake," from the point of view of the assailant, but it has yet to be published. The idea for making the film came later, due to a proposal from Project 8 at Video In to make an 8mm film, and it was decided that the film, too, would be from the point of view of the killer. "Everything was very easy after that. We decided to get (writer and activist) Amber Dawn to play the woman, because we thought she'd look small enough to go over somebody's shoulder." Amber Dawn had previously appeared with Smith in his work of experimental pornography, Girl on Girl.
Some of the images of Amber Dawn were shot at Liz's former home in Maple Ridge, where she was serving as artist in residence. Located in a fairly rural area, it would have been an ideal place for someone to spy on Elizabeth. "It's just trees, all those trees everywhere," she tells me. "There's so many places for people to hide, if somebody wanted to sit and watch you through one of those great big fishbowl windows... Every once in awhile, I'd get a prank phone call, and they were creepy ones. They were like, 'What are you doing home during the day?" That kind of thing. That one freaked me out!" The closing shot, of Amber Dawn coming towards the camera - which has been viewing her from the concealment of trees - was filmed in Elizabeth's then-backyard; her character sees the cameraman only as an old friend, not as a potential threat, and smiles broadly. "It's so creepy, too, because she's like, wearing my sweater! It's like, ewww – she's at my house, on my rocks, wearing my sweater and my Lululemon pants!" Bachinsky laughs. "When it ends, it's so abrupt. I think it's brilliant – it's just beautiful."
Though Matt's poem is located at Wolf Lake in Comox Valley, Michael and Liz shot the majority of images for the film at Pitt Lake, where Liz lived for awhile with friends when she was 18. "God, that place was crazy," Liz remembers. "I don't know how to write about it – wild dogs being born under the house – the dog had her babies beside this leaking sceptic tank, because it was warm. It was nasty. And the place is just so spooky – there's a real energy to it and it's not all good.... It was also extremely beautiful, but it's almost a crushing beauty, you know? The mountains just close right in on you. You just think about how deep that lake is, and you know – when you're in it, you're gone. No one will ever find you. That is the most horrifying thought – to find yourself at the bottom of Pitt Lake."
Oddly, in New York, "Wolf Lake" played as part of a series of predominantly non-narrative shorts focused on landscape. "Our film got in because it was very grounded in Pitt Lake – there were mountains and scenery," Michael says. The basis for the selection "was purely aesthetic – it had only to do with landscape, and nothing more than that. They didn't pick it for any narrative interest. It's really interesting to me. I come from a place where it's all about the story, it's all about the human connection and how we connect to the story. I care how you connect to the image only as much as that image works to further your understanding of the story – which is our understanding of humanity. I'm very interested in narrative because I see our lives as broader narrative, and I'm not interested in aesthetics that are devoid of content."
At Pitt Lake, Smith – who is very familiar with the killer's eye POV trope of horror cinema, and conversant with Laura Mulvey's writing on the male gaze and narrative cinema – shot what would become the "very creepy stalker footage," of "Wolf Lake;" but when the film begins, you don't realize that that's what you're watching. Amber Dawn is at a distance, among others, and we see people enjoying themselves at the Pitt Lake dock; it looks like an entirely innocent home movie, with no obvious connection to the story we're hearing, save that it's set at a lake. The viewer remains unaware that it's stalker footage until the very end of the film – where Amber Dawn approaches, taking us to the beginning of the events in the poem and positioning the viewer as her eventual killer.
"I really like that device of welcoming people in," Michael tells me. "In some ways my novel, Cumberland, did the same thing. There were some things you knew, and some things you didn't know. And the things that you knew made you make assumptions, and eventually those assumptions get turned on their head, and you realize that you have been very complicit in some really immoral thinking. In the novel, you think that Ernest is a pedophile, because he has these disturbing dreams, and he has this weird relationship with a kid, and then you realize that his kid has died – and you think he's done something horrible to his kid. And he hasn't; he's just haunted by the loss of his own child. By the end of the book, you realize that you assumed he was a pedophile because you have these stereotypes of what homosexuals are like. I like that kind of device, where you make the audience complicit in the hideousness of our culture, and you make them realize how susceptible we are, and how easily they can fall into the trap of perpetuating that problem."
The same sort of device operates in "Wolf Lake." "You are just enjoying the filmic experience of spying on this girl, of watching this girl – and you hear this story, and its compelling, and there's a whole voyeuristic appeal to it. At the end of the film, hopefully you realize that you've been in the perspective of the stalker. It's to make you aware of exactly that thing that Liz is doing, by writing a revisionist poem about a woman being attacked, and telling it from the woman's perspective, of taking control and power and making people realize that these are very serious issues. I hope that when you realize the stalker footage is stalker footage, by the end of the film, you feel a little disgusted with your own voyeuristic pleasure – that the pleasure of the filmic experience is all predicated upon somebody's violent action against somebody else."
Bachinsky was delighted by the trip, her first to New York ("I'm a girl who needs a reason to go to a place," she explains). "We just had a great time. We walked around town, we ate some food, and we saw so much art – we went to, like, five galleries. The Met was awesome! I loved it!" It's not her first trip with Michael, though their previous tours together have stemmed from their work as writers; she's been across Canada with Smith, with whom she also shares a dayjob. She's very happy with the project: "Michael did a beautiful job of bringing the location, the images, the narrative all together. I love Michael so much." Expect both to be in the audience for at least one of the screenings of Storm Surge.
"Wolf Lake" is a chance to see an important collaboration by two exciting and fresh Canadian voices.
Labels: elizabeth bachinsky, michael v. smith, VIFF, wolf lake
Dust, Land, and Water: Three VIFF documentaries
...Thus commences my VIFF coverage. I'll also have pieces in the next Xtra West on Black, White + Grey and on Paul Schrader's The Walker. I didn't manage to excite another Vancouver paper on the locally-made short Wolf Lake, but will have an interview up here later in the week with filmmaker Michael V. Smith and poet/narrator Elizabeth Bachinsky. I'm working on a piece on the Scott Walker film, another on the experimental Hong Kong documentary One Way Street on a Turntable, and finally, will have some writing up on the film about Japanese atrocities in China during World War II, Nanking. These will also appear on my blog over the next week or so, in time, we hope, to serve as previews. Meantime, since there's a whole new Climate for Change category and award, I thought I'd preview three environmentally-aware nonfiction features that stand out...
There's a book by Edward de Bono called How to be More Interesting. It has a kind of embarrassingly self-helpish title, like it's the sort of thing you might find on the bookshelf of someone who is very, very boring, but in fact, it's filled with useful exercises, designed to get readers thinking about what it means for something to be "interesting," and how to apply what they learn to thinking creatively. One simple brainstorming exercise at the beginning asks readers to simply list everything they can think of that is interesting about a frog. From frog mutations and the status of frogs as indicator species, to the use of poison arrow frogs to gather toxin; from frogs' amphibious nature to their metamorphosis from tadpoles; from amplexus to those long, sticky tongues – there is actually a lot a creative thinker can come up with, each observation opening out onto further questions, tangents and implications: from a frog, you can arrive at the whole universe, if you try.
Early on, in Dust, one gets the feeling that German documentarian Hartmut Bitomsky sat down at some point to a similar exercise, deciding on everything he possibly could say about dust, and what further conclusions could be drawn from these observations. It is unlikely any other film will ever rival Dust for authority or breadth, when it comes to this singularly tiny subject. We get mineral dust from mining; dust from paint pigment; coal dust; dust in the atmosphere; dust on film; dust in the home; dust in a museum; how a plant "defends" itself from photosynthesis-inhibiting dust; the effects of dust on the breather; and the necessity of dust to clouds and rain (since water vapour needs something to adhere to). At moments, there is a feeling of absurd profundity to the observations – one hand claps often; and the anally German – but oft-philosophical – narration has a delightfully quirky quality to it, that may put you in mind of that footage of Blixa Bargeld reading from the Hornbach hardware catalogue; it's much funnier than you'd expect. A theme seems to emerge dealing with our relationship to our environment and what we can and cannot control, which in turn opens out onto questions of mortality, humility, the limits of the human: from dust to dust, with a lot of other dust along the way. One eccentric woman actually has a whole bizarre taxonomical system worked out for the clumped fluff she's gathered in her home; in another segment, a housewife treats us to a tour of her manic cleaning ritual, which borders on the obsessive-compulsive. Some of the more scientific descriptions of how dust is filtered or tested for toxicity require an alert mind to follow, but the compositions are often beautiful, if fleeting, and there's ample food for thought. Recommended stuff – but see it caffeinated, so you can keep up. You'll be amazed at how much there is to be thought about dust.
By the way, there's a really cool, image-rich German presskit online here.
I've followed with interest the work of Michael Glawogger for a couple of years now; I missed Megacities, but found his documentary Workingman's Death fascinating (I bizarrely can find none of my own writing about it online, though I'm sure I put some on this very blog. Hm). Slumming, in last year's fest (written about here) made a worthy, if somewhat less overwhelming, fictional counterpart. Glawogger is staking out territory around the relationship between western privilege, foreign "exoticism," and the effects of globalisation; Workingman's Death – with a stunning John Zorn score – shows us the darkest side of employment in the developing world, but with an awed eye towards the adaptability of human beings, who in each episode – Pakistani shipbreakers, Nigerian open-air slaughterhouse workers - seem to have come to some sort of terms with their state, horrifying though it may seem from a first world perspective. They're unsettling films, but beautiful, and deeper and richer than any mere polemic – although polemicists will find much to support their arguments in watching them.
Polemicists, or anyone concerned with the developing world, global warming, or access to water, will find much food for thought and much ammunition in About Water, too (that's a link to the official site) but it lacks the visual impact – I'll warn you – of Workingman's Death; the "eye" of the film is much more that of an everyday documentary, with talking-head villagers in Bangladesh, Kazakhstan, and Nairobi describing their relationship to a commodity that most Vancouverites take for granted. The first two parts of the film deal with very different effects of climate change, causing an excess of water in the first case and a shortage in the second; the third (and most Glawoggerly sequence, visually) involves the privatization of water in a Kenyan slum, where, if you want water, you pretty much have to buy from a licensed water vendor – who sits guarding his pipe and praying for scarcity, which means an increase in profits. The Austrian title of the film is actually About Water, Men, and Yellow Canisters – referring to the big plastic containers that people haul from the pipe to their homes or places of business, to give them the water they need for the day. As with Workingman's Death, you're mostly allowed to draw your own conclusions; the people interviewed have no apparent awareness that climate change exists, and certainly no outrage – they just deal with the situation with a sort of grim-but-positive peasant resignation, "this is how we have to get through the day." There are even moments of unexpected humour, as when Bangladeshi feelings about floods are illustrated by a karaoke pop video on the theme (!). It's not the most exciting documentary I've encountered, and could use an injection of passion, but if you bring your own to the theatre, you'll find much to reward you.
Man on Land
I suspect this film is going to be one of my favourites, come the end of the fest. It's also topical without being polemical, but there's a stunningly powerful opening sequence – involving a polar bear – that does in a couple of minutes far more to convey the unnatural, pressing threat of global warming, and to make us recoil in horror at our incompetence as so-called custodians of the planet, than the whole of About Water. Richly cinematic, intense, and quiet, it will abundantly reward the sort of cinephiles and other athletes of perception that found James Benning's 13 Lakes compelling viewing a couple of years ago. (It's also as quiet as Into Great Silence, but, I thought, much more successful). I want to say as little about the film as possible, so as not to detract from the experience, but this is a must-see, especially if you have an environmentalist or scopophilic bent. People who bring popcorn or anything else that crunches into the theatre for screenings of this movie should be barred from the festival permanently. The director, Ariane Michel, has a Myspace page, and there's an interview with her here.
Speaking of James Benning, by the way, he has a new film in the festival. I've had no opportunity to preview it, and has of yet have not heard back from him – we'd exchanged a couple of emails after 13 Lakes floored me – but I will definitely be looking at casting a glance, which deals with an earthwork by an artist he much admires, Robert Smithson. People who liked the film about Andy Goldsworthy, Rivers and Tides, should probably check this one out, too.
Oh, and you're all paying attention to the fact that there's a new Bela Tarr film out, right? Because you should be.
Labels: About Water, Dust, James Benning, Man on Land, Michael Glawogger, VIFF
DOA and the Subhumans fuck up my film festival
Brian bursts, alien-like, out of Gerry's chest; photo by Allan MacInnis
The most horror-movie shot of Joe imaginable. Photo by Cindy Metherel
Dear Subhumans:
Dear DOA:
I don't get paid for 99% of what I write. The only meaningful perk I get, for all the writing I do, is my VIFF media pass. which I must earn with meaningful coverage of film events. I am currently busy planning a two week orgy of film. I've even taken time off work to maximize film viewing (which actually means that I'm paying indirectly for the pass, but fuggit).
Yeah, yeah, I know - I sometimes get on the guestlist to shows, and I sometimes get cool CDs as swag. It's not that big a break, believe me. Get me on the guestlist to see Ornette Coleman, THAT's what I want to be guestlisted for. Punk gigs and CDs I can AFFORD.
So, like, from my point of view, since your performance schedule really should revolve around me, it's in very bad taste to schedule gigs that I want to see in the same fuckin' week as the VIFF. I will have to MISS MOVIES to see you play. And of course, the chance to see you both play within two days of each other is not-to-be-missed. Subhumans, you guys in particular I'm choked at, because if memory serves, this is the second fuckin' time you've done this to me. Us under-appreciated media whores need to feel like we're cared about TOO, y'know. Stroke our egos. Tickle our expansive bellies. Don't crack jokes about the bald spot.
- Allan
P.S. Those of you who, like me, can't watch films ALL DAY, can come see two historical Vancouver punk bands play Thursday and Saturday:
DOA plays September 27th at the Plaza; the Jolts open. I'm told DOA have a new drummer, James Hayden from the Von Zippers.
The Subhumans play September 29th at Pub 340 (at 340 Cambie) with Motorama and Betty Kracker. (Can I humbly request you include "Moving Forward" in your set this time? That's a great goddamn song!).
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Labels: DOA, Subhumans, VIFF
Soramimi Ni-Ban
I haven't laughed this hard in awhile, but it takes some time to get to the humour in it, if you don't speak Japanese. I speak just enough that I can appreciate how ridiculous all this is, how delightful.
If you haven't read my original post, in which I enthuse about the Japanese art of mishearing song lyrics, do so. Thanks to the ever-playful Sumiyo (and Japanese Youtube videos - link here), I have a deeper appreciation for just how Soramimi works.
Dig: you're watching TV. There's a famous song, in SOME language other than Japanese, playing. There's a little movie - like a dramatic "rock video" -- illustrating what it SOUNDS like is being sung (in Japanese) to the casual Japanese viewer. As the key phrases ring out, illustrative Japanese subtitles appear below, presenting the misreading at hand. For example, some French song - God knows what the original lyrics are, as my Japanese is far better than my French and my Japanese isn't that good - is playing, and we see images of a woman's dress, her long hair, her purse. Then a phrase is sung, in French, that sounds remarkably - and I mean remarkably - like "Okama to sono otosan." We then see an image of a drag queen, whose clothes we've been examining in closeup, sitting on a bus stop bench beside an old man. "Okama to sono otosan" means something like, "the drag queen and that father." Or maybe "The drag queen and that old man."
This is NOT what the original lyric refers to, but hearing it thus creates a ripple of hilarity in the Japanese viewer, because it's really what it sounds like. Ha! The drag queen and that father! Ha!
It's funnier, trust me, if you try it with an English song. For example, there's a Def Leppard tune which has a chorus of, "Are you getting it? I'm a-getting it!" As the song plays, there are images of an older Japanese woman in a white dress walking on the beach, looking at the ocean and holding her stomach, a pained expression on her face. "I'm a-getting it," the subtitle reveals - I needed Sumiyo's help to read it - sounds like "Ama geri de!" (roughly, "because of the old fisherwoman's diarrhea). Not the usual theme of a rock video by far. For "Really getting it?" - the next line - it sounds, with some stretching, like "umi ni dere nee," a sort of slang expression meaning something like, "I can't work in the sea today." (They cheat a little on this one, I think). Then there's a line, " 'Coz I'm a getting it," which I do credit as sounding a little like, "Kesa mo geri de," meaning, "Also this morning, because of diarrhea..."). We fade out on an image of the old fisherwoman squatting behind a log...
No? That STILL isn't funny? Maybe it loses something in translation, or explication, or somewhere. Here's a final favourite from the video clip Sumiyo showed me: a Guns and Roses song with Axl shrieking, "I leave it all behind." This is accompanied with images of a somber room, where mourning might take place, and a tablet with writing on it; the subtitle flashes, "Aniki no ihai" - again, a bit of a stretch, but not as much as you might think, if you hear it; it's a plausible cross-cultural mondegreen. "Aniki no ihai" means, "My brother's Buddhist funeral memorial tablet." (It isn't that funny yet, but wait). The camera tracks up, and we are treated to a framed photograph of a mean-looking Japanese man in a tacky suit and sunglasses. (It helps at this point to know - Takeshi Kitano fans can vouch for this - that "aniki" doesn't just mean brother in the familial sense, but also is a term of affection that gangsters use.) Just as the camera arrives at the photo, Axl - I swear to God - screams, "Yakuza!" Which the subtitles spell out. I have NO IDEA WHAT HE COULD HAVE BEEN SAYING; Sumiyo wanted to know, but EVEN TO ME, in this context, it really sounds like he's saying, "Yakuza," which riffs off the "aniki no ihai" in a bizarre way, shifting its meaning to, "My gangster bro's Buddhist funeral memorial tablet!"
Hahahahaha! My gangster bro's Buddhist funeral memorial tablet! In a Japanese song! Hahahaha!
You know who I have to compile this shit for, don't you? TOM FUCKING HOLLISTON!!! (He apparently was commenting to a crowd during one of Nomeansno's recent European dates that "Nick Drake," if you say it aloud, sounds like a stolen garden implement).
Thanks to Sumiyo, I'm a-getting it!
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Saving the Okanagan Ecosystem
Not like me to post petitions here - I'm more concerned with preserving culture than preserving the environment, at least on this blog - but here's a petition all British Columbians (except developers) should be able to get behind. Takes a minute to sign it. I like deserts, don't you?
Thanks for the opportunity to earn karma points, Vic - I imagine I'll still go to whichever circle of hell is devoted to sensualists and aesthetes, but I'll mention your name when I'm down there, for whatever good it'll do me.
Peter Watkins' The Freethinker on DVD!
As mentioned on the homepage for Peter Watkins' site - featuring an extensive and interesting critique of the way mass media currently operate - there is to be a DVD release of his film about August Strindberg, The Freethinker, through Project X Distribution and Torontobritpics. Oliver Groom informs that that it's "a double-disc set (274 mins)," and also that "there's also a special edition of Edvard Munch - again a 2-disc set - with the long version (220 mins) and a few other bits and pieces." (Strindberg is featured as a character in Edvard Munch, since the two men knew each other. Based on what I've seen thus far, Munch seems to be Watkins' masterpiece, though I also greatly admire his Punishment Park - a much more timely film).
Though one imagines Peter Watkins would not approve of my doing so, I must point out - since I am sure a couple of readers of this blog have not yet encountered it - the delightful Strindberg and Helium cartoons, which are a must-watch of a most ridiculous nature. Look, damnit, I'm literate, really (by today's standards) - I just have a sense of humour. It's allowed!
Labels: August Strindberg, Helium, Peter Watkins
Ruins play Vancouver Wednesday
Here's a shock - Japan's legendary prog-punk twopiece, Ruins, featuring virtuoso drummer Yoshida Tatsuya (or Tatsuya Yoshida, or whatever) and bassist Sasaki Hisashi will play Vancouver this Wednesday, September 19th, at Pat's Pub! Go fuckin' figure - these guys are huge in the weird music scene in Japan, and have numerous CDs on Tzadik; collaborators have included Haino Keiji, Derek Bailey, and Yamamoto of the Boredoms/Omoide Hatoba (actually, I saw Ruins Hatoba once at the Star Pines, I think it was, in Tokyo); still, known quantity that they are - I never woulda known about it if I hadn't bumped into a gig poster this afternoon.
Not sure exactly what they do these days, but they're known for intricate blistering shift-on-a-dime bursts of sonic terror; they DO have a prog element to them, but not in some sucky Yes way. This should be a pretty interesting night of music; drummers in particular should take note - Yoshida's pretty amazing.
Good thing I saw that gig poster.
Labels: Ruins
Zabriskie Point tomorrow at the Vancity Theatre
The above image was shamelessly lifted from Dave Kehr's movie blog; if anyone objects, do let me know! (The whole article from Look is here - thanks to Ellipsis 7 from the Criterion Forum).
One of my favourite films, for years, has been Michelangelo Antonioni's Zabriskie Point (I even worked a reference to it into my Meat Puppets review in this month's Nerve). It's a great trip film, has some amazing images, and, for me at least, it's fascinating to see the older Italian director - who had looked so skeptically at the UK pop scene in Blow Up - seeming to grow genuinely, sincerely sentimental about American youth culture of the 1960's. Some find its antiAmericanism a trifle cliched and hard to take - it's probably a good thing that Antonioni omitted an image of a plane pulling a "fuck you, America" banner from his final cut - if indeed such a thing ever existed - but I'm too overwhelmed by the film's beauty to mind.
By the way, Daria Halprin, pictured above, currently is some sort of yoga instructor in California - click the link to see a current picture. I emailed her awhile back with an interview request, but she never got in touch. She's one of the few people left who one could talk to about the film; Anotonioni, of course, is dead, as of this summer. Mark Frechette, the young man pictured with her, died in prison a few years after the film was made, after experimenting with bank robbery as an expression of his fervor for revolution; he'd been a member of Mel Lyman's cult prior to the making of the film, and abandoned acting afterwards (both the previous links lead to really interesting articles, posted by the same people - highly recommended). John Fahey, who was supposed to score the famous "desert lovemaking" centerpiece, died in 2002, and, it's said, got booted from the project when he got into a fistfight with the director over his views on America. He was replaced with Jerry Garcia - now also dead, of course. I don't think I'd care much about talking with Pink Floyd about this film, though I do love their musical contributions. Daria, where are you?
Showtimes for Zabriskie Point are here (nevermind the uncharacteristic spelling error in the title). It's not on DVD (yet), so I'd highly recommend making it to the Vancity on Friday or Monday to see it.
LATE ADDITION: I've edited the post to add reference to the complete article in Look.
Labels: Vancity Theatre, Zabriskie Point
Busy Me, plus Julie Belmas note
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Blu-ray: Worth a Look
Sale Price 4.51
Review Date January 25th, 2009 by Joshua Zyber
Overview - Two American women on a carefree Spanish holiday meet a charming local painter and become enamored by him, only to have his intensely passionate ex-wife reenter his life and stir up trouble.
BD-25 Single-Layer Disc
Video Resolution/Codec: 1080p/VC-1
Length:97
English Descriptive Audio: English PCM 3.0 Stereo
Special Features: None
Movie Studio: The Weinstein Company Home Entertainment
Say what you will about his personal foibles or his artistic decline over the past couple of decades, Woody Allen continues to make movies exactly how he wants to make them. General audiences gave up on him a long time ago, and critics keep falling in and out of love, but there he is, steadily plugging away, turning out at least one new movie every year. Some of them are better than others, of course. Even his most ardent fans will no doubt agree that Allen hit his artistic peak in the late '80s and hasn't risen to that same level since 'Crimes and Misdemeanors'. He's had a few good movies in recent years, but arguably no great ones. Sadly, most of his output has been pretty forgettable, if not outright awful. I'm sure even Woody wishes he'd never made 'Anything Else'.
Even so, despite personal scandal and public disinterest, once every few years he'll hit on a good idea that brings attention and critical adulation back around his way for a brief while. Allen's last resurgence was in 2005 with 'Match Point', which finally lured the director away from New York and gave him a new muse in Scarlett Johansson. The respect that film earned seemed to flitter away pretty quickly with their next collaboration, 'Scoop'. Nonetheless, Johansson is back for the latest leg of Allen's European tour with 'Vicky Cristina Barcelona'.
The film follows two friends spending the summer in Spain. Vicky (Rebecca Hall) is the requisite Woody Allen stand-in, this time out a neurotic grad student enraptured with the Spanish culture. Cristina (Johansson) is the other side of that coin, free-spirited and impulsive. Frankly, she's kind of a big slut. One night at a restaurant, the girls are approached by Juan Antonio (Javier Bardem), a Bohemian painter with a reputation for his fiery temper. Juan Antonio wastes no time making his intentions known. Within 30 seconds of meeting, he invites them both to leave town with him for a weekend of love-making. Individually or together, it's their choice. Preferably together. Vicky is insulted. Cristina is ready to rip her clothes off on the spot.
Complications ensue. The girls take the trip. Cristina gets sick. Vicky spends time with Juan Antonio and lowers her defenses. Cristina recovers and becomes Juan Antonio's new girlfriend. Vicky hides her feelings and pines for the artist. This love triangle turns even messier when Juan Antonio's hot-tempered ex-wife Maria Elena (Penélope Cruz), with whom he is clearly still in love, shows up to reclaim her position in his life.
Woody Allen has been basically making the same couple of movies over and over again for the last thirty years. 'Vicky Cristina Barcelona' is firmly embedded in his standard romantic comedy formula: Beautiful but neurotic young women fall in love with and throw themselves all over an older man who happens to be a brilliant artist (usually Allen himself). Thankfully, the director has taken a step back from acting this time to let Bardem play the object of their desire. However, the very annoying documentary-like narration (a staple of many of Allen's films) feels extremely forced and gimmicky here.
The lovely Spanish locations make a refreshing change of scenery. The city of Barcelona is as big a character and very much deserves its title billing along with Vicky and Christina. Also intriguing is the complicated dynamic that develops between Cristina, Juan Antonio, and Maria Elena. Left to their own devices, the former spouses do nothing but argue and threaten each other's lives. Cristina becomes a calming agent. Their relationship can only work with her in the mix.
Yes, there's a threeseome. The film received a little notoriety due to clips of Johansson and Cruz in a Sapphic smooching session. In truth, that scene lasts about five seconds on screen and is precisely as erotic as any other Woody Allen movie, which is to say not at all. It exists only to remind us what a sexist pig the director is.
Still, 'Vicky Cristina Barcelona' is one of Allen's better movies of recent years. I don't necessarily agree with the Oscar nomination for Penélope Cruz (I've never been a fan of the actress, and still don't see what the fuss is about), but the picture has some sharp dialogue, interesting character relationships, and strong performances. It's no 'Manhattan' or 'Annie Hall', but fortunately it's a notable improvement from the likes of 'Celebrity' or 'Hollywood Ending'.
'Vicky Cristina Barcelona' comes to Blu-ray from The Weinstein Company Home Entertainment. The disc is a pretty no-frills affair with bland package art, understated menus, and no bonus features at all. If he actually pays attention to such things, I'm sure the disc is exactly what Woody Allen wants it to be.
1080p/VC-1
English PCM 3.0 Stereo
For such a low-key movie, the Blu-ray sure looks terrific. No doubt the lovely Barcelona locations and travelogue-style photography by Javier Aguirresarobe (cinematographer of many major Spanish productions such as 'The Others' and 'The Sea Inside') play a large part in that. The 1080p/VC-1 transfer is presented in Woody Allen's preferred theatrical aspect ratio of 1.85:1. The picture is silky smooth, with sharp details, vibrant colors, and no noticeable edge enhancement or digital compression artifacts. The disc offers some great High Definition imagery.
If I found anything disconcerting, the video has almost no apparent film grain at all, which is unusual for a production shot in 35mm. However, the disc doesn't have the typical side effects of excessive Digital Noise Reduction. Fine details and facial textures look vivid and realistic, not waxy or filtered. I believe the most likely explanation is that Allen and Aguirresarobe must have shot the movie on very fine-grained film stock, and this glossy picture-postcard appearance is exactly what they wanted it to be. It certainly suits the material well.
Technically, my receiver tells me that the signal it received from my Blu-ray player for this disc was encoded in uncompressed PCM 5.1 format. However, only the front three channels have any activity in them, making this actually a 3.0 configuration. In typical Woody Allen fashion, the mix is essentially mono. The movie is almost all dialogue. Only the music (really just a single song that's repeated several times) extends faintly to the front left and right speakers. Even that remains focused primarily in the center channel. Allen is simply not a believer in showy sound design. For what it is, the disc sounds fine. Dialogue is always crisp and precise, and the music comes across well.
Despite the packaging's Dolby Digital logo and claims of an "English Dolby Stereo" soundtrack, there are no Dolby audio options on the disc, just PCM.
Nada.
Woody Allen is not a fan of behind-the-scenes or making-of material for his movies. He has always preferred to let his films speak for themselves. As such, the Blu-ray has nothing at all, not even a trailer.
I wouldn't quite call it the career rejuvenation that some fans and critics labeled it, but 'Vicky Cristina Barcelona' is better-than-average for a late-period Woody Allen movie. The Blu-ray has very nice picture quality, OK sound, and exactly as many bonus features as the director wants it to have (i.e. none). The disc is worth a look.


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Before turning to writing, Stephen Anderton worked as a professional gardener for over two decades. Perhaps best known for his column in The Times, which has won first prize in the Garden Writers' Guild awards three times, he also writes regular columns for Garden Inspirations, Garden Answers and Greenfingers.com and contributes to Gardens Illustrated, Country Life, The Garden and the American magazine Horticulture. In 2000, his column in Garden Inspirations won him the Inspirational Garden Writer of the Year award.
His published books include STEPHEN ANDERTON'S GARDEN ANSWERS and REJUVENATING A GARDEN, which was voted Best Practical Gardening Book of the Year 1998. He is the presenter of ITV's series BRITAIN'S BEST BACK GARDENS, and a talented writer and performer of 'gardening' cabaret songs. His new book, LIVES OF THE GREAT GARDENERS, was published in October 2016 by Thames and Hudson. He lives near Cambridge.
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What is Ansible? Ansible is an open-source IT automation engine, which can remove drudgery from your work life, and will also dramatically improve the scalability, consistency, and reliability of your IT environment. We'll start to explore how to automate repetitive system administration tasks using Ansible, and if you want to learn more, you can go much deeper into how to use Ansible with Cloud Academy's new Introduction to Ansible learning path.
What is Ansible and what can it automate?
Provisioning: Set up the various servers you need in your infrastructure.
Configuration management: Change the configuration of an application, OS, or device; start and stop services; install or update applications; implement a security policy; or perform a wide variety of other configuration tasks.
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Ansible can automate IT environments whether they are hosted on traditional bare metal servers, virtualization platforms, or in the cloud. It can also automate the configuration of a wide range of systems and devices such as databases, storage devices, networks, firewalls, and many others.
The best part is that you don't even need to know the commands used to accomplish a particular task. You just need to specify what state you want the system to be in and Ansible will take care of it. For example, to ensure that your web servers are running the latest version of Apache, you could use a playbook similar to the following and Ansible would handle the details.
The line in the above playbook that actually installs or updates Apache is "yum: name=httpd state=latest". You just specify the name of the software package (httpd) and the desired state (latest) and Ansible does the rest. The other tasks in the playbook update the Apache config file, restart Apache, and enablea Apache to run at boot time. Take a read at one of our previous blog posts on how to build Ansible playbooks.
DeHaan accomplished this by using YAML, a simple configuration language. Puppet and Chef, on the other hand, use Ruby, which is more difficult to learn. This makes Ansible especially appealing to system administrators.
DeHaan also simplified Ansible deployment by making it agentless. That is, instead of having to install an agent on every system you want to manage (as you have to do with Puppet and Chef), Ansible just requires that systems have Python (on Linux servers) or PowerShell (on Windows servers) and SSH.
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Bob Landaas begins his career in the financial services industry.
Milwaukee County Stadium hosts Major League All-Star Game.
The popular Milwaukee radio show "Ask the Expert" asks Bob to be a guest.
USA men's hockey team defeats heavily favored Soviet squad in Olympics "Miracle on Ice."
With a few colleagues, including Ron Hansen, Bob forms First Securities Corp., an investment firm, in Greenfield, later moving to Brookfield.
New York Stock Exchange has first 100 million-share trading day.
TV series "Laverne & Shirley," set in Milwaukee, ends after 7-year run.
Bob starts his own firm, based on providing objective, unbiased advice.
Bob relocates to 411 Building to establish what is today Landaas & Company.
Bob starts hosting "Money Talk" a Saturday morning call-in radio program.
Dow Jones Industrial Average drops a record 22.6% in one day.
Berlin Wall, dividing Germany in two, is torn down, signaling the end of Cold War.
Dow Jones Industrial Average exceeds 3,000 for the first time.
Bob starts co-hosting "Dollar Signs: Insights for the Intelligent Investor," a weekly TV show broadcast on Milwaukee Public Television.
Art Rothschild joins Landaas & Company.
Average daily volume on New York Stock Exchange surpasses 200 million.
Brian Kilb joins Landaas & Company.
New York Stock Exchange volume tops 1 billion shares a day.
Landaas & Company registers as a securities broker and dealer with what is now the Financial Industry Regulatory Authority.
Ron Hansen rejoins Bob. Steve Giles joins the firm. Joy Schultz joins the firm.
Morningstar underwrites "Dollar Signs;" Dow Jones Industrial Average exceeds 10,000 for the first time.
Dow Jones Industrial Average jumps a record 499.19 points in one day.
Milwaukee Brewers open Miller Park.
Adam Baley joins Landaas & Company.
New York Stock Exchange volume tops 2 bilion shares in a day.
Milwaukee Art Museum completes addition designed by Santiago Calatrava.
Kyle Tetting joins Landaas & Company.
After nearly two decades, Bob ends his weekly "Money Talk" radio show.
Marc Amateis joins the firm.
Money Talk Podcasts debut, providing weekly reviews of financial developments and insightful discussions from Landaas & Company advisors.
Dow Jones Industrial Average drops a record 777.68 points in one day.
Green Bay Packers win Super Bowl XLV.
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1-1 Draw for Milwaukee Torrent and Chattanooga FC
By Simon Provan/Milwaukee Torrent
In a match that lived up to pregame expectations, the Milwaukee Torrent and Chattanooga FC
played to a 1-1 draw at Hart Park, thanks to beautiful second-half goals from both clubs.
In the first-ever meeting between Milwaukee and Chattanooga FC, the first 45 minutes was a
back-and-forth affair that quickly brought a level of intensity on the field that was welcomed by
the Milwaukee faithful. Though Chattanooga controlled a majority of the first half, neither side
was able to find a clear chance on goal. However, with many strong tackles and a few
questionable calls, the stage was set for a dramatic second-half.
The Torrent came out of the locker-room showing much more confidence in their play, with
Franciso Felipe having a chance from outside the 18 in the first minute of the second half. Play
continued in Milwaukee's favor. However, like Chattanooga in the first half, while Milwaukee
had much more control of the ball in the early stages of the second-half, they would find getting
other opportunities on goal in short supply. In fact, it would be Chattanooga that would be the
first team of the night to find the back of the net.
As Milwaukee looked to move the ball over midfield, the Chattanooga defense came up strong
winning the ball back and quickly looking for the counter. After a slicing run through a
Milwaukee defensive unit that was caught off guard, the ball was sent across the Torrent box.
After a poor clearance by the Torrent defense, Chattanooga regained control of the ball in the
box, sending it to a wide-open Joao Costa who was standing in front of the Torrent goal. With a
clinical one-touch finish off of his right foot, Costa put Chattanooga up 1-0 in the 62 nd minute.
With the goal, Costa now has four in his Member Cup campaign, good enough to keep him in the
lead of the Golden Boot chase.
However, Milwaukee would not go easy into that good night. With emotions riding high,
Milwaukee continued to press its attack. Though Chattanooga did well to absorb the pressure
and also stage a few attacks of its own, the Torrent would find an exquisite equalizer seven
minutes from the end of regulation.
Milwaukee earned a free-kick just outside and one the left side of the Chattanooga. With the ball
sent into the box, the Chattanooga FC defenders tried to clear the ball from the area from several
headers, only causing the ball to keep going straight-up in the air, where it met the heads of
several Torrent players who kept the ball in the Chattanooga box.
After a critical header from the right side that sent the ball back in front of the Chattanooga goal,
Gonnie Ben-Tal lined himself up for a bicycle kick. With absolute perfect timing, Ben-Tal
struck the ball over just out of reach of Phillip D'Amico, where it then struck the underside of
the cross bar, bouncing over the goal-line and bringing the game even at 1-1.
The final few minutes saw emotions get even more heightened as Milwaukee thought they had
made the comeback complete. In the 88th minute, Milwaukee lined up for another set piece, this
one forty yards away from the Chattanooga FC goal. Milwaukee had almost every Torrent
player standing on top of Chattanooga FC's box, with Chattanooga FC matching player for
player. Lucca Lemos sent the ball over the line of players, where it eventually fell to an on-
rushing Sebastian Capozucchi.
Capozucchi daftly touched the ball into the back of the net, sending the Torrent players and fans
into jubilation. However, that jubilation was quickly tempered as the goal was erased from the
scoreboard due to Capozucchi being flagged for offside by the assistant referee.
Though seven minutes of stoppage would be added to the end of regulation, Chattanooga would
escape Hart Park in a share of the spoils with each team gaining a point on the night. As such,
Milwaukee and Chattanooga sit even on points with five a piece, tied for third in the Members
Cup table, with Milwaukee having two games in hand on the Tennessee club.
Milwaukee's next Members Cup game will be at home on September 14th against the undefeated
Detroit City FC (2-0-0, six points). On the same night, Chattanooga will host Napa Valley 1839
FC (0-4-0, zero points).
Photo Credit: Milwaukee Torrent
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About Steve K Simons
Steve K Simons is an animator and designer based in Cambridge, UK. Steve has made an international impact with his specialist work with ancient artefacts, bringing ancient images to life and representing them in innovative ways. Steve runs the Panoply Vase Animation Project (www.panoply.org.uk) with his wife, the ancient historian, Dr Sonya Nevin. The Project's animations have been exhibited in the National Museum in Warsaw, the Ure Museum of Classical Archaeology in the UK, The Winnipeg Art Gallery in Canada, the University College Dublin Classical Museum in Ireland, and further museums across France, Switzerland, and Italy. Steve studied at IBAT College Dublin in Ireland. He is currently animating and designing for two European Research Council projects: Our Mythical Childhood… The Reception of Classical Antiquity in Children's and Young Adults' Culture in Response to Regional and Global Challenges (ERC Consolidator Grant, 681202: http://www.omc.obta.al.uw.edu.pl/ ) and Locus Ludi. The Cultural Fabric of Play and Games in Classical Antiquity (ERC Advanced Grant, 2017-2022: https://locusludi.unifr.ch/ ).
Steve created the illustrations for The Symposium on the Greekssymposium, bringing the style of ancient Greek vase art to the sights and scenes of the modern conference.
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BALL ST: Last season, the Cardinals averaged only 17.9 PPG, which was the ninth-worst mark in the nation. Don't expect that to happen again. Ball State was completely depleted by injuries in 2017, but both QB Riley Neal and RB James Gilbert are set to return to the lineup. The real issue for Ball State is on the defensive side of the ball, where the Cardinals will struggle to stop the run. In a conference full of potent running attacks, that's going to be a problem. Ball State will be more competitive this year, but it still won't win many games.
OHIO U: Last season, quarterback Nathan Rourke threw for 17 touchdowns and only seven picks while adding 912 yards and 21 touchdowns on the ground. He's arguably the best dual-threat QB this conference has to offer, and he's joined by a group of talented rushers in the backfield. The fact that they all run behind an experienced O-line only makes the Ohio offense more dangerous. Defensively, the Bobcats have to replace most of their front seven. If they can competently do that, there is little in the way of them taking the top spot in the East, and they'll definitely have a shot at a conference title.