fantasy film couples

a mock-up of how Badiou will look









Hot from the pages of the Nouvel Observateur:
" Jean-Luc Godard démarre en Grèce le tournage de son prochain film, «Socialisme», dans lequel apparaîtra le philosophe Alain Badiou dans le rôle d'un conférencier. "
Trans: Filming has just begun in Greece on JLG's forthcoming "Socialism" in which Alain Badiou will appear in the role of a lecturer.

I don't know why JLG is in bold, presumably he is seen to be more immanent than Badiou.

Having recently seen in person the authenticity with which Badiou plays a lecturer, I am sure that some of us will be wildly excited by the potential of a production which promises to marry the scope and scape of Le Mépris with a radical Pauline reworking of the trope of (etc.)

To avoid voiding what has preceded, I have now decided to restore just emphasis to Badiou by rouging him. For the camera...

insonmnia

insomniacs may want to check out this week's Jazz on 3, an insomnia-inspired jazz/poetry spectacular ...

Tuesday, 7:30 pm at Cafe OTO

Hey! xpost from OPEN Dalston....Ian Sinclair and Patrick Wright will be talking about Hackney and Dalston, promoting their books. I saw them tag-team at the LSE and it was good fun. Show up early!

Library fail.

An indication of the quality of our library services...

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life...

What's New Pussycat?

Thanks Lina for posting up Barry's board. I was rather wondering if anybody else had found themselves intrigued by the mysterious and ever-present axis of evil that stretches, inverted, across our whiteboard? I have feared it to be a classified directive in the misty background of all our teachings; a silent insister bent on our kowtowing to its twisted sensibility. However, having taken this opportunity for a closer inspection of the offending diagram, I am relieved to reveal it as the innocent result of an eighteenth-century talent contest, with persuasive Welsh cruiser Tom Jones trumpeting his way into the top spot, inches ahead of girl-next-door Pamela, and leaving poor old Robinson Crusoe ‘coming up the rear’ as a distant third.

S'alright, Lina. I bring you Potemkin Kitty.