Le chateau de vent

"Sometimes I wish I was married." she sighed. "Why?" "I would love to be part of a dual entity. The hypenated combination of 2 names. The illusion that you are no longer alone in this world. It's so easy to just give in. To give up all that you are and become part of that person you love. It's an almost religious belief, beyond all rationality: to trust another person with your life. To hand over the steering wheel voluntarily to a pirate. To risk being pushed up a small wooden gangway and into the sea, after being stripped of treasures and ornaments." "The hyphen is there for a reason." I tell her. "In our world only genes can unite. There is no everlasting, complete, balanced union of passion and love, only collaboration and support or hate and battle." I pause. "I was married once, you know." She looks me in the eye, surpised. "I shoudn't have done it, I know. But I wanted the fairytale. I liked the beginni...

Dear Mr. Tunick, On saturday May 7th, you plan to photograph your new work of art in Bruges. Coincidence, but that day is Gay Pride day in Brussels. So - rain or shine - it's choosing between art or pride... What a pity. I have this vision of 10 000 naked gays :-) Participate in Bruges, Belgium for an installation by contemporary artist Spencer Tunick Take advantage of this unique opportunity on Saturday, May 7, 2005 - rain or shine. Participants will only be nude for a short period of time and in exchange for taking part, you’ll receive a photograph of the installation by the artist. Participants will be contacted closer to the date of the installation with further instructions and arrival time. Only participants will be allowed in the vicinity of the art event. more info: http://www.corpusbrugge05.be/pages/start.asp

Tuesday Apil 12, controversial an radical feminist Andrea Dworkin (58) died. Check out the profile in The Guardian . I started reading her website . Dworkin completely opposes pornography. I don't watch porn so I haven't really thought about it that much. I never claimed porn was bad because I don't want to be regarded as a conservative or anti-sexual, but Dworkin is right. It's not about conservatism, prudishness or narrowmindedness but about how women are depicted. Check this article , The Porn Myth, by Naomi Wolf. It's about Dworkin's views. (via bnox)

April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land. An ideal moment to reread this marvelous poem. And it's on the internet, notes and all !

I took some time off last week, hoping to relax and unwind while finding my way through an endless maze of small and very old streets in a sunny southern town. After some time I knew the maze by heart and could blindly find my way, but the more I strolled around and led my companions to unknown corners and hidden treasures, the more I felt it. The feeling. Inside. This wasn't me. A totally new feeling crept into my brain. A tormented, contradicting, ever-changing moodiness. It started slowly and at first I thought it was just my brain getting even with my body, because I was neglecting my own personality, under the influence of my older and perhaps rather dominating companions. Because I was walking around with my hands in the pockets of my jeans for minutes without noticing. Usually I mind not doing the hands routine, because it's so cheap and macho. So I reckoned the gloominess was an effect of neglect, of posing like something other then I was. But the feeling remained. Even...