On Kafka or just passing-by

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Not really the Castle, just a row of facades and fine spaces gliding by, muses Sam Renseiw, capturing footage on a casual urban walk. View the ensuing promenade-architecturale voodle with fine Alvaro's Kafka Grosser Laerm voice-over and Cloudy Passage soundtrack by clicking here or on the links above. (patafilm # 619, 02'41'', 14.5MB,Quicktime/mov - other versions at Blip.tv)
Today's Bonus Lumiere Video features a simple crossing in a popular Copenhagen park. (lum # 138, 01'00'', "crossings" 4.6MB, Quicktime/mov)
Today's Patalab Metaphor Video features a footage from a lecture on the topology of filmic space.(patafilm # 94,[17.2.2006 post] 01' 15'', 5,5 MB, mov/quicktime)
Labels: albertoberlin, arne b, kafka, voodle-promenade







4 Comments:
Well executed - and so beautiful!!
I remember those spaces... and the good company!
>re: screening takes place either on 12.09. or 14.09. I sent you a detailed note earlier this day. we need to confirm the screening date tomorrow. looking forward to the event!!!
b.k./LOMEG_ROM
I love the way that a solitary walk can turn into a voyage of alien discovery. The rooftops and walls, so familiar, but perhaps they hold martian ice, and even the hint of extra-terrestrial life.
A voodle which takes on the alien, and finds it entirely familiar.
Lovely soundtrack. I don't have a clue what is being said but it doesn't seem to matter.
the text is from kafka: a short story entitled "grosser laerm"
> http://www.kafka.org/index.php?laerm
a quick (sloppy) translation:
"i am sitting in my room in the noisy headquarters of the entire apartment. i hear all doors slamming, and through their clamour only the steps of the passer-by's in between are spared to me, even the closing of the oven's door i can hear. the father penetrates the doors of my room and pulls through with the hang-over of this night gown following, from the oven in the neighbouring room the ash is being scraped, Valli asks, through the ante-chamber, word for word calling, if father's hat all-ready has been polished, a bustle, that seems friendly to me, further raises the racket of an answering voice. the main door is unhinged and roars, as from a catarrhallic throat, opens then with a woman's holler and finally closes, with a manly thrust, that appears most contemptuous. the father is gone, now commences the more tender, disparate, forlorn rumpus, lead by the voices of the two canaries. all-ready previously i had reflected, reminded again by the canaries, to leave the door slightly open, to snake-wise crawl into the adjacent room and thus prowling, to ask my sisters and her maid for silence."
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