Penthesilea
From Penthesilea
(This seems to be a ten year project, I'll see how it goes)
I want to build a man to get even with father. He is the paragon of shyness in the body of Adonis.
- Don't forget that everyone hates a tourist.
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- I DON'T GET YOUR PROBLEM
no problem just wondering
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Penthesilea (as a story)
Rhetoric
Good sculpture..
“Penthesilea” is very much about intersubjectivity. One distinguishes the nature of the “other” through communication. As two people are talking, the listener collects private thoughts and organises and defines, all the while that the speaker is talking. She is obliged, as the listener, to turn to her self inside to determine a response. She consequently communicates from within to her perceptive world and the “other” receives what is offered at that level. As a viewer, sitting out there waiting with your mouse to click, you are already considering a response. When we are on line that is the kind of person that we are. Through all of this, we are always looking for responses rather than saying anything. This is one of the more interesting things in the process. Adonis was my father and I am sometimes puzzled at why he behaved the way that he did. This is basically why I am in dialogue here now.
Penthesilea the Amazon Queen
People
I said the operator's part in the business had been represented to me as something which can be done entirely without feeling - rather like turning the handle of a barrel-organ.
"Not at all", he said. "In fact, there's a subtle relationship between the movements of his fingers and the movements of the puppets attached to them, something like the relationship between numbers and their logarithms or between asymptote and hyperbola." Yet he did believe this last trace of human volition could be removed from the marionettes and their dance transferred entirely to the realm of mechanical forces, even produced, as I had suggested, by turning a handle.
I told him I was astonished at the attention he was paying to this vulgar species of an art form. It wasn't just that he thought it capable of loftier development; he seemed to be working to this end himself.
He smiled. He said he was confident that, if he could get a craftsman to construct a marionette to the specifications he had in mind, he could perform a dance with it which neither he nor any other skilled dancer of his time... could equal.
From: On the Marionette Theatre by Heinrich von Kleist
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