Archive for the 'memoire/trou noir' Category

08
Juin
09

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FACS OF LIFE  (a film by Silvia Maglioni & Graeme Thomson), FR/IT/UK 2009, HDV, 116′

Composed of eight interlinked plateaus, Facs of Life is a film occupying a liminal territory between documentary, fiction, essay and video art, which attempts to map molecular trajectories of life and thought beginning from a series of encounters: with video footage of Deleuze’s courses at Vincennes (1975-76), with several of the students who attended the seminar and who appear in these images, with the woods of Vincennes where the university buildings once stood, with students of the new university at St Denis, and inevitably with the phantoms of revolution, both cinematic and political, that continue to haunt collective desire.
The eight plateaus each fall under a key concept-word or refrain that delineates the territory of each student’s relationship to Deleuze’s thought (their angle of approach) and the nature of the filmmakers’ encounter with them. The plateaus, while sketching a narrative of the film’s making, are designed to fold and unfold upon each other in a series of non-linear, multiple concatenations and assemblages.

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Publicités
06
Fév
09

I went to the woods… (plan fixe/steadicam)

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« I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. »

Thoreau, WALDEN

24
Jan
09

I am this I am that

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17
Jan
09

le temps déchiré

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18
Déc
08

l’aube de la frontière

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« The sun had not yet risen. The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it. Gradually as the sky whitened a dark line lay on the horizon dividing the sea from the sky and the grey cloth became barred with thick strokes moving, one after another, beneath the surface, following each other, pursuing each other, perpetually. »

(Virginia Woolf, The Waves)

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04
Déc
08

keio line (hypothesis 14)

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05
Nov
08

rien de bon passe par le souvenir

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« It’s strange because our method, or the one you accept or pretend to accept – me too – this rhizome-method might have as its formula : I hate memories.  Nothing good can come of memories. Memories are a knot of arborescence. » (G.D.)

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