Kleinarbeitraum
Memorials
Memorials to the victims of the holocaust, thoughtfully and carefully created to evoke emotion and thought.
Museums
Fancy artifacts and paintings in beautiful buildings that tourists will talk about for the rest of their lives as the most fascinating event of their week in Berlin, lots and lots of tourists.
Freud Meets Schmitzle
At least as good as the next talk, these two had dreamed the disguised fulfillment of suppressed wishes, same same, but different.
Bernstein, “Mad Raccoon, Demented Quail, and the Herring Holocaust.” Notes for a Reading of Sebald
Art is a superior medium for remembrance because it is sublime.
Young, “Memory and Counter-Memory.”
Memorials are dangerous and controversial, counter-memorials are like a Warhol painting of Old Fritz at the exit of Sanssousis Palace.
Didi-Huberman, “Images Malgre Tout.”
Images are pieces of a memory, at times altered and misinterpreted, like monuments.
Pick six
Devons: From the verb devoir, 1st person plural, we must or we owe; devoir is also homework.
Nous devons tanter d’imaginer ce que fut l’enfer d’Auschwitz en ete 1944.
We must attempt to imagine the what the hell of Auschwitz was in the summer of 1944.
We must attempt to imagine the hell that Auschwitz was in the summer of 1944.
Courant: adjective; current, running, ordinary, standard, usual, everyday, instant, frequent, standing, present-day. Noun; current, stream, flow, run, tide, draft, instant, track, glen
Possedes: describing group of possessed people; also to have, also to be poised.
*These last were from a quote by Muller but I don’t think its use is accidental.
Tache: Task, chore, also, stain, blot, blotch, spot
Boulversante: He uses this over and over in the text. It means to be tumbled, shaken, spilled over, can be a verb or an adjective, applied to humans of objects
One hundred words that boulversed me.
I found myself searching between spaces all week. Between the lines in Didi’s text I searched for double meanings. Between the cracks of the memorials I searched for life and light. I though of Leonard Cohen, “…there is a crack, a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in…” I found a void between the people running and playing, I found loneliness between programs. I found life, and I found flags. And it made me cry.