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What is an actor? Or: Is the director … ? pt. 1

Following the traces of a previous thought: What do actors do? What do directors do? Actors are necessary, even if they are reduced to automata or to machines. But are directors necessary to the theatrical work? What about actor-managers, don’t they in the absence of directors do just

illustrated excerpts from the memoir of Balthazar Klossowski de Rola, Balthus

because of his dandyism, his heart’s aristocracy – Balthus on Pierre Jean Jouve, in Vanished Splendours, A Memoir: Balthus , as told to Alain Vircondelet, trans. Benjamin Ivry, Harper Collins, New York, 2002, p. 160 BLANCHES HANCHES Une joie souterraine est partie loin de moi Blanches hanches! je cours et recours

-ages of women & men: fashionable taboo & diabolical totem, a split between hairs

It has often been noted how a Brazilian makes a man or woman look like a child. See, for example, Bernardo Bertolucci’s underrated film The Dreamers (2003), in which a triadic sexual relationship, brother, sister, male friend, and its shifting emotional and erotic dynamics, explicitly provides the spectacle we

perversion, worms in the brain and the refrain of place: an exchange of letters, pt. 4

The children are versing one another. Understandable when you consider the competitions are advertised in the form A_______ versus C________ . It is a much more convenient and reasonable locution than A_______ is competing with B_______ and has the obvious virtue of being active rather than passive, as if, in the

juliet balcony, CBD

time without nerves, or – unfound particles, anorganic metabolism, unpeopled parks: an exchange of letters, pt. 3

– Balthus, La Victime , 1939-1946 No. That’s not it. That’s not what I meant to say at all. I meant to say that despite the commercial interests circumscribing online interaction in Web 2.0, at the level of socalled social networking, and to a certain extent because of

to theatre as metabolism: an exchange of letters pt. 2

In the previous post I was discussing absences, the reader’s or spectator’s, who missed the revolution in the streets below his or her window, the theatre’s, my father’s, and mine. I was suggesting that the exchange of one begging letter for another at the top of