Sunday, August 17, 2008

On Kafka or just passing-by

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"How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there is of the outer world...The experience of life consists of the experience which the spirit has of itself in matter and as matter, in mind and as mind, in emotion, as emotion,[in voodle and as voodle], etc."

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

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)

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Blogger LOMEG_ROM said...

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!!!


Sunday, August 17, 2008 4:31:00 pm  
Blogger gurdonark said...

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.

Monday, August 18, 2008 1:40:00 am  
Blogger ps said...

Lovely soundtrack. I don't have a clue what is being said but it doesn't seem to matter.

Monday, August 18, 2008 10:59:00 am  
Blogger SAM RENSEIW said...

the text is from kafka: a short story entitled "grosser 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."

Monday, August 18, 2008 12:59:00 pm  

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