Every morning in his bathroom with gleaming marble, with wry grimace of the Venus of Canova who reigned over the bathtub - to faucets decorated with swan heads - it looked extensively in the Venetian mirror - purchased from an antiques dealer with a legend Dorsoduro wanted it had belonged to some corrupt Doge - to include details on his body the progress of the disease. The blood had drained from his face now uniformly gray, a gray evoked certainly die, but also granite Cultural Facilities the government had equipped the territory, so that the color sets and costumes, lighting and tone may also be the text, many stagings choreographic and dramatic that it had funded. An emblematic color, like the map of the wrinkles that recalled some of the paintings of Sung-Jun.
After carefully scrubbed, as if he suffered only a skin disease and not an evil house, he strolled into his apartment unable to conceive the annihilation of the next consoles Regency Flemish landscapes, beautiful Afghan carpet, much less original editions of Proust, Anatole France, Paul Bourget, and many others who populated his library. The junk appeasement, whose job it was to track and promote avant-garde. He liked to slip into a warm bath and scented with a glass of cognac on the edge of the tub, a sonata by Chopin in the CD. There he got rid of fatigue after each victory, and the bath had lasted a little longer the day had obtained credit outstanding for the collective Niebelstein.
Bearer of a new artistic standards, the collective Niebelstein refused to reveal his plans ; Its funding requests were reduced to blank pages, and no one knew where how or when it would occur. For Niebelstein, Art was a story ever written, and the bureaucratization is'insurgeait cons creators. He demanded a blank check, said freedom of the artist in the rejection of any return, asked that the intention was worth as much as the realization, refused the bourgeois concept of materiality. The group would never agree, because engagement is impossible and is already recovering from the artist by the dominant power. He denounced the bourgeois vulgarity Department Cultures of Solidarity, which called for something tangible in exchange for money, thereby contributing to the commodification of the world, yet he must fight.
creations Niebelstein collective future could be spectacular happenings (and then we would see what you would see), as well as mere intuitions, ideas fugitives embryos, or the quiet beauty of nothingness. It was a real
maieutics, convince his colleagues, however, convinced of their own open-mindedness, that the government should be at the forefront of subversion, overthrow taboos to build fraternal society tomorrow, encourage nihilism fruitful future holders of diversity, after months of fighting, he snatched the final grant, the St. Gotthard in his career as an agitator of State, and that evening a breath of wholeness tinted melancholy had invaded.
Only much later did he understand the real meaning of Niebelstein business, and how it had completely escaped during the gestation of the project, and also the reasons for the silent opposition officials the Department, because they foresaw the fatal consequences of their activity - it was only a few months later, while at least, he believed, the rampant illness sharpened his senses, he glimpsed the rupture, the critical junction in history that would end the hum of rituals agreed, inaugurations and Seasonal events, of congratulations and approval, and the endless revolts tarnished representation of the intellectual elite and its imaginary dried. Stuck in a routine that prevented any development other than that, predictably, to bestiality animal culmination transgressions programmed cultural modernity of State had recreated despite her solemn boredom of Olympus. The French and European art will be reborn in the spraying system fossil - thanks to the factor triggering chaotic Niebelstein - and risking kitsch, pop, decadent, the reactionary and the mall! But then there would have to close the store, recycle planners cultural ministry bureaucrats ordinary abandon the construction by the culture of the fraternal society of tomorrow, and leave the intellectual bourgeoisie fonctionnariale its secular and dizziness when she would understand that the state no longer took over the training its taste!
course, these thoughts intolerable had not even touched when he supported the project, he believed in good faith to work for the public service and public interest, and even long after it seems inconceivable that it was he Felix Rocquencourt, which would permanently active this destructive mechanism.
The next day, Anne had come to collect her belongings, leaving only the instruction manual that sex, prudish to counteract the influence of his mother, he had read the year of its five years, and honestly describing the mechanism of coitus and the genital anatomy of both sexes, while encouraging the child to fully assume its guidance.
Then he began to feel some fatigue, tinged with chronic anemia, he had at first attributed to the "blues" of childbirth - in this case, the project Niebelstein - then the betrayal of his daughter, but that was just the physical toll exacted by the liver tumor.
Her salon, delicate blend of rococo and Pompeian style, furnished with stamped works, housed in a cabinet Florentine marble-TV, Post subject only to 1850. He always inquired of audiovisual coverage of the actions it funded. It was 7:20 p.m., the hour of regional news, and though it had greater significance, he lit the receiver, curious about what they would say the new staging of Tartuffe. Actually, there was little uncertainty, because journalists were faithfully acquired him. They adhered fully to the cultural struggle of France, aware of its importance to threats of globalization that brings all the temptations of hegemony. They encouraged people to move, to take an interest in young artists, videographers and the kinetic creations Sung-Jun, to experience the realism of contemporary films from foolishly Markowicz, to capture for new productions of The Miser and Tartuffe, which highlighted the incredible modernity of these texts in light of the social divide and new urban tribes.
They had fully cooperated in the dissemination of the Ministry slogans - "Contemporary creation captivates you -" Plasticity in all its forms - "Move! - "26, is celebrating culture -" In May, each young person is an artist "-" Sartrouville, a Spring mind-blowing "-" The warm nights of contemporary art - "Carnival of the General Councils" - "Rock explodes as mayor of Paris' ...
He pressed the button. It showed a synagogue destroyed by the flames. It was beautiful, it recalled the burning of Atlanta in Gone with the wind. According to experts, the cause was probably accidental. A worker had left a lit cigarette near a container of bleach. "Still, it is essential for lasting peace in the Middle East, thought Felix de Rocquencourt although there was no connection between this unfortunate accident and the events in the Middle East.
Then there was an advertisement for ice cream, and he found the leg of the agency's public relations department of culture and solidarity, and it was not until the next spot he realized that it had been no question of the staging of Tartuffe. It was still not because of the burning of the synagogue they had suppressed the story on Tartuffe. Such incidents occur frequently and it was an accident, provided that it does had not happened.
He picked up the phone and dialed the number Gobidart.
- George? Felix. Were you the first?
Gobidart, employee TV, among others, was the most influential critic of the Paris exchange. The direction of concerted action never fails to send invitations to lunches and the first release. It was surely responsible for Tartuffe.
Felix! How are you?
Very well, thank you, "said Felix, who thought its metastasis to the lung.
"Well, can you imagine that the representation had to be interrupted.
-What?
-At the end of the first act, a foul smell ... spread in the room was any site thought to rogues armed with stink bombs. But there is no school on the former. It had air conditioning ...
But it is a real-sabotage!
And the worst thing is that at this moment, a genuine laughter shook the room ...
"But it's horrible! ... A staging so severe, austere, demanding for months ... working .... and all that ends up in practical jokes!
-The theater director suggested cut the air, but the security services objected, citing the regulation ... anyway, the damage was done ... it would have had to evacuate the room for at least two hours, the smell dissipates.
"I hope the media will remain silent on this unfortunate incident.
"You can count on me.
"The bastards! "Felix thought by hanging, although it completely ignorant of what bastards they were.
stink bombs in the air ... they had to take advantage of complicity. ... They wanted to make a good joke. ... They did not know ... the challenge of globalization. ... cultural exception ... it was tough! Especially since the previous month, access to culture had been recorded in the preamble to the Declaration of the Rights of Man and Woman, after a petition whose first signing was another than Felix Rocquencourt!
In support of this petition, sociologists have published feature articles in the newspaper Le Monde which showed that cultural consumption had become a vital need, as well as vitamins, condoms or the British weekly rest. We were dealing with real fascists, who were attacking a fundamental right of human beings, because their dark plans of indoctrination of the masses clashed with the new pluralistic solidarity.
Filled with vertigo, he sank an emergency hot bath and do not skimp on the salt, complex flavors worthy of a vintage blue rose from the foam reliefs female. With music by Francois Couperin, always faithful, he found serenity after the assault from the outside world. After bathing he lit a cigar and everything would be better. Carefully he removed the disc from its case and slipped into the drive slot. The first chords of the harpsichord sounded, he knew almost by heart, but this time they sounded different, like the sinister message of an era permeated with God and where death was part of the family, the sermons of Bossuet, epidemics roamed and corpses of children. Music that had captivated by his frivolous gallantry and refined no longer expressed a profound anxiety and objective gallantry, frivolity, refinement, had only existed in his mind.
Once out of the bath it dried up and perfumed himself, but his scent did not cover the smell of old gentleman, and he felt that the smell was foreign to his illness, he exhaled because it was just an old man now, and how it was improper for him, Felix Rocquencourt, paid by the government on behalf of youth and change, had become an old man just like everybody else. For some time he felt a polite irony in the attitude of young heads of office of ministry. He was allowed to speak without listening too, as a living fossil, a witness of a bygone era. The project Niebelstein appeared to him in retrospect as a desperate attempt to prove to everyone that he remained "in the loop." But perhaps the nihilistic excesses of the artists they betrayed him, and no doubt "they said in the corridors that Felix Rocquencourt was decidedly more sterile than an emblem for use by politicians and follicular .
After carefully scrubbed, as if he suffered only a skin disease and not an evil house, he strolled into his apartment unable to conceive the annihilation of the next consoles Regency Flemish landscapes, beautiful Afghan carpet, much less original editions of Proust, Anatole France, Paul Bourget, and many others who populated his library. The junk appeasement, whose job it was to track and promote avant-garde. He liked to slip into a warm bath and scented with a glass of cognac on the edge of the tub, a sonata by Chopin in the CD. There he got rid of fatigue after each victory, and the bath had lasted a little longer the day had obtained credit outstanding for the collective Niebelstein.
Bearer of a new artistic standards, the collective Niebelstein refused to reveal his plans ; Its funding requests were reduced to blank pages, and no one knew where how or when it would occur. For Niebelstein, Art was a story ever written, and the bureaucratization is'insurgeait cons creators. He demanded a blank check, said freedom of the artist in the rejection of any return, asked that the intention was worth as much as the realization, refused the bourgeois concept of materiality. The group would never agree, because engagement is impossible and is already recovering from the artist by the dominant power. He denounced the bourgeois vulgarity Department Cultures of Solidarity, which called for something tangible in exchange for money, thereby contributing to the commodification of the world, yet he must fight.
creations Niebelstein collective future could be spectacular happenings (and then we would see what you would see), as well as mere intuitions, ideas fugitives embryos, or the quiet beauty of nothingness. It was a real
maieutics, convince his colleagues, however, convinced of their own open-mindedness, that the government should be at the forefront of subversion, overthrow taboos to build fraternal society tomorrow, encourage nihilism fruitful future holders of diversity, after months of fighting, he snatched the final grant, the St. Gotthard in his career as an agitator of State, and that evening a breath of wholeness tinted melancholy had invaded.
Only much later did he understand the real meaning of Niebelstein business, and how it had completely escaped during the gestation of the project, and also the reasons for the silent opposition officials the Department, because they foresaw the fatal consequences of their activity - it was only a few months later, while at least, he believed, the rampant illness sharpened his senses, he glimpsed the rupture, the critical junction in history that would end the hum of rituals agreed, inaugurations and Seasonal events, of congratulations and approval, and the endless revolts tarnished representation of the intellectual elite and its imaginary dried. Stuck in a routine that prevented any development other than that, predictably, to bestiality animal culmination transgressions programmed cultural modernity of State had recreated despite her solemn boredom of Olympus. The French and European art will be reborn in the spraying system fossil - thanks to the factor triggering chaotic Niebelstein - and risking kitsch, pop, decadent, the reactionary and the mall! But then there would have to close the store, recycle planners cultural ministry bureaucrats ordinary abandon the construction by the culture of the fraternal society of tomorrow, and leave the intellectual bourgeoisie fonctionnariale its secular and dizziness when she would understand that the state no longer took over the training its taste!
course, these thoughts intolerable had not even touched when he supported the project, he believed in good faith to work for the public service and public interest, and even long after it seems inconceivable that it was he Felix Rocquencourt, which would permanently active this destructive mechanism.
The next day, Anne had come to collect her belongings, leaving only the instruction manual that sex, prudish to counteract the influence of his mother, he had read the year of its five years, and honestly describing the mechanism of coitus and the genital anatomy of both sexes, while encouraging the child to fully assume its guidance.
Then he began to feel some fatigue, tinged with chronic anemia, he had at first attributed to the "blues" of childbirth - in this case, the project Niebelstein - then the betrayal of his daughter, but that was just the physical toll exacted by the liver tumor.
Her salon, delicate blend of rococo and Pompeian style, furnished with stamped works, housed in a cabinet Florentine marble-TV, Post subject only to 1850. He always inquired of audiovisual coverage of the actions it funded. It was 7:20 p.m., the hour of regional news, and though it had greater significance, he lit the receiver, curious about what they would say the new staging of Tartuffe. Actually, there was little uncertainty, because journalists were faithfully acquired him. They adhered fully to the cultural struggle of France, aware of its importance to threats of globalization that brings all the temptations of hegemony. They encouraged people to move, to take an interest in young artists, videographers and the kinetic creations Sung-Jun, to experience the realism of contemporary films from foolishly Markowicz, to capture for new productions of The Miser and Tartuffe, which highlighted the incredible modernity of these texts in light of the social divide and new urban tribes.
They had fully cooperated in the dissemination of the Ministry slogans - "Contemporary creation captivates you -" Plasticity in all its forms - "Move! - "26, is celebrating culture -" In May, each young person is an artist "-" Sartrouville, a Spring mind-blowing "-" The warm nights of contemporary art - "Carnival of the General Councils" - "Rock explodes as mayor of Paris' ...
He pressed the button. It showed a synagogue destroyed by the flames. It was beautiful, it recalled the burning of Atlanta in Gone with the wind. According to experts, the cause was probably accidental. A worker had left a lit cigarette near a container of bleach. "Still, it is essential for lasting peace in the Middle East, thought Felix de Rocquencourt although there was no connection between this unfortunate accident and the events in the Middle East.
Then there was an advertisement for ice cream, and he found the leg of the agency's public relations department of culture and solidarity, and it was not until the next spot he realized that it had been no question of the staging of Tartuffe. It was still not because of the burning of the synagogue they had suppressed the story on Tartuffe. Such incidents occur frequently and it was an accident, provided that it does had not happened.
He picked up the phone and dialed the number Gobidart.
- George? Felix. Were you the first?
Gobidart, employee TV, among others, was the most influential critic of the Paris exchange. The direction of concerted action never fails to send invitations to lunches and the first release. It was surely responsible for Tartuffe.
Felix! How are you?
Very well, thank you, "said Felix, who thought its metastasis to the lung.
"Well, can you imagine that the representation had to be interrupted.
-What?
-At the end of the first act, a foul smell ... spread in the room was any site thought to rogues armed with stink bombs. But there is no school on the former. It had air conditioning ...
But it is a real-sabotage!
And the worst thing is that at this moment, a genuine laughter shook the room ...
"But it's horrible! ... A staging so severe, austere, demanding for months ... working .... and all that ends up in practical jokes!
-The theater director suggested cut the air, but the security services objected, citing the regulation ... anyway, the damage was done ... it would have had to evacuate the room for at least two hours, the smell dissipates.
"I hope the media will remain silent on this unfortunate incident.
"You can count on me.
"The bastards! "Felix thought by hanging, although it completely ignorant of what bastards they were.
stink bombs in the air ... they had to take advantage of complicity. ... They wanted to make a good joke. ... They did not know ... the challenge of globalization. ... cultural exception ... it was tough! Especially since the previous month, access to culture had been recorded in the preamble to the Declaration of the Rights of Man and Woman, after a petition whose first signing was another than Felix Rocquencourt!
In support of this petition, sociologists have published feature articles in the newspaper Le Monde which showed that cultural consumption had become a vital need, as well as vitamins, condoms or the British weekly rest. We were dealing with real fascists, who were attacking a fundamental right of human beings, because their dark plans of indoctrination of the masses clashed with the new pluralistic solidarity.
Filled with vertigo, he sank an emergency hot bath and do not skimp on the salt, complex flavors worthy of a vintage blue rose from the foam reliefs female. With music by Francois Couperin, always faithful, he found serenity after the assault from the outside world. After bathing he lit a cigar and everything would be better. Carefully he removed the disc from its case and slipped into the drive slot. The first chords of the harpsichord sounded, he knew almost by heart, but this time they sounded different, like the sinister message of an era permeated with God and where death was part of the family, the sermons of Bossuet, epidemics roamed and corpses of children. Music that had captivated by his frivolous gallantry and refined no longer expressed a profound anxiety and objective gallantry, frivolity, refinement, had only existed in his mind.
Once out of the bath it dried up and perfumed himself, but his scent did not cover the smell of old gentleman, and he felt that the smell was foreign to his illness, he exhaled because it was just an old man now, and how it was improper for him, Felix Rocquencourt, paid by the government on behalf of youth and change, had become an old man just like everybody else. For some time he felt a polite irony in the attitude of young heads of office of ministry. He was allowed to speak without listening too, as a living fossil, a witness of a bygone era. The project Niebelstein appeared to him in retrospect as a desperate attempt to prove to everyone that he remained "in the loop." But perhaps the nihilistic excesses of the artists they betrayed him, and no doubt "they said in the corridors that Felix Rocquencourt was decidedly more sterile than an emblem for use by politicians and follicular .
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