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IDN4 Life&Death by Malga Kubiak, The Ego Trip 1991 3h, 2h of 3 on Vimeo by malgakubiak film
IDN4 Life&Death by Malga Kubiak, The Ego Trip 1991 3 h, 2h of 3
dedicated to my son Sun and his childhood
documentary shot in period of 5 years
this part begins in Mexico 1989, interview w Kathy Acker that I shot in Gbg at Sheraton, it got stolen from me by Austrian filmmaker Barbra Caspar who was making a documentary on Kathy Acker few years ago, though I don't know if she used anything of my filming.. I dearly hope so, as it was a great shoot, I adore Kathy Acker! I rented swimming pool at Sheraton, we used also bubble pool and Kathy did a work out. Interview with CM von Hausswolff who was always a great inspiration to my work of this period. The complete interview is dislocated, but it might pop up. Interview with Lung Leg when she visited Poetry Art Festival that I was responsible for. Complete interview is in safe place with Fox Andersson that himself vanished..
This part ends up in Rio De Janeiro Brazil 1990
MISS MESS appears in concert.
excerpts from Dirty Paradise
I wonder round in white snow landscape, start to dig. I dig through to the blood, muddy and thick, I warm up my hands.
I am in the open land of frozen fields and single and lonely black trees with frost covered twigs. And a white milky moon above. At last I find the burrow which is my size. I rest inside. I cut all my veins. Finally I am not alone anymore. My own blood surrounds me, it keeps me warm and soft, caressing to sleep.
The night came for to stay as scar. I weep along hotels empty corridor, bye bye babe song, string pearls tears into my bloodless wound. Its only the earth which wants my blood, which wants my body and my dirty heart and my dress. The sky swells with blood.
A man masturbates in the silent room. Hot seeds of sperm rest and die on his stomach.
Without rising my eyes, I knew I was going along the river. I know which river and why but this is nothing for you. All my eyes saw were my bare and frozen feet stumbling on clods of frozen earth.
I am so endlessly alone. The night is dark and warm, and I am so endlessly alone. This time is going to be finding out. Whats my illusions, whats my odds, and illusions have to be killed, I don't have more time to destroy. Don't I? Is my loneliness real and is my longing about what? Then who are this people?
What is the life about? Can I really see it? The sense of it? Can you? I'm just walking. Cognition, recognition; a field of seeing develops from day to day to a sudden stop when everything is as usual; a habit, a normality, as long as my life is OK, its OK. Fucking shame, shitty dirty business, the fucking ego of such ones as me possibly drive the rest of the world to the brink.
I'm walking, judging, thinking. I'm a robot, a camera eye, I'm taking it in, and letting nothing out.
Watch this video on Vimeo. Video created by malgakubiak film.
IDN4 Life&Death by Malga Kubiak, The Ego Trip 1991 3h, 2h of 3 on Vimeo by malgakubiak film
IDN4 Life&Death by Malga Kubiak, The Ego Trip 1991 3 h, 2h of 3
dedicated to my son Sun and his childhood
documentary shot in period of 5 years
this part begins in Mexico 1989, interview w Kathy Acker that I shot in Gbg at Sheraton, it got stolen from me by Austrian filmmaker Barbra Caspar who was making a documentary on Kathy Acker few years ago, though I don't know if she used anything of my filming.. I dearly hope so, as it was a great shoot, I adore Kathy Acker! I rented swimming pool at Sheraton, we used also bubble pool and Kathy did a work out. Interview with CM von Hausswolff who was always a great inspiration to my work of this period. The complete interview is dislocated, but it might pop up. Interview with Lung Leg when she visited Poetry Art Festival that I was responsible for. Complete interview is in safe place with Fox Andersson that himself vanished..
This part ends up in Rio De Janeiro Brazil 1990
MISS MESS appears in concert.
excerpts from Dirty Paradise
I wonder round in white snow landscape, start to dig. I dig through to the blood, muddy and thick, I warm up my hands.
I am in the open land of frozen fields and single and lonely black trees with frost covered twigs. And a white milky moon above. At last I find the burrow which is my size. I rest inside. I cut all my veins. Finally I am not alone anymore. My own blood surrounds me, it keeps me warm and soft, caressing to sleep.
The night came for to stay as scar. I weep along hotels empty corridor, bye bye babe song, string pearls tears into my bloodless wound. Its only the earth which wants my blood, which wants my body and my dirty heart and my dress. The sky swells with blood.
A man masturbates in the silent room. Hot seeds of sperm rest and die on his stomach.
Without rising my eyes, I knew I was going along the river. I know which river and why but this is nothing for you. All my eyes saw were my bare and frozen feet stumbling on clods of frozen earth.
I am so endlessly alone. The night is dark and warm, and I am so endlessly alone. This time is going to be finding out. Whats my illusions, whats my odds, and illusions have to be killed, I don't have more time to destroy. Don't I? Is my loneliness real and is my longing about what? Then who are this people?
What is the life about? Can I really see it? The sense of it? Can you? I'm just walking. Cognition, recognition; a field of seeing develops from day to day to a sudden stop when everything is as usual; a habit, a normality, as long as my life is OK, its OK. Fucking shame, shitty dirty business, the fucking ego of such ones as me possibly drive the rest of the world to the brink.
I'm walking, judging, thinking. I'm a robot, a camera eye, I'm taking it in, and letting nothing out.
Watch this video on Vimeo. Video created by malgakubiak film.