Perfect Punk Emre Varışlı ve Otopoetika

Ş O V

Emre Varışlı

2016

Yazar’ın üç duvarlı odası ormana açılıyor. Manzara National Geographic. Yeşilin bitiminde hemen bir göl başlıyor. Göle yansıyan ağaçlar. Pastoral bir cehennem. Yazar dalıp gitmiş ve kamera hemen sırtından dolaşıp, önüne geçiyor, yüze yakın plan!

Koyu kahve takım içinde, kravatı pis ve buruşuk. Yeşile bakıyor. Mimiksiz. Kamera uzaklaşıyor. İnsan kendine en son rastlıyor. Bazıları için romantik doğadaki bok kokusunu Yazar hissetmez. Sadece yalın ayak durur ve ona yaklaşmaya götü yemediği için, tüm temkiniyle bakar. Gözleri yaşarıncaya kadar açık, gözleri akıncaya kadar açık, gözleri kendi gözleri olmayana dek açık. Bir kadın olduğunu unuturcasına ve bir erkek olduğunu unuturcasına, pigmentler akarken, yağmur beklenirken, kamera kayda devam ediyor. Odadan çimlere uzanan kablo yığını. Küçük elektirik kaçakları ve çıtırtılar. Böcekler gibi. Yazar geri çekiliyor ve üç duvarlı odayı geçip, diğer odaya dalıyor.

Ahşap döşemeli bir 90’lar faciası. Aplikler ve loş ışık içinde oturan çekirdek aile. Baba elit ve ayrı yıkanan temiz ev gömleğiyle çayını içiyor. O sırada araya porselen tabak seti, kadın pedi, çamaşır suyu ve meşrubat reklamı alınıyor. Bir erkek çocuk, üzerinde siyah bir pelerin var. Kamera kayıtta. Oğlanın yüzüne yakın plan. Oğlan az önce ağlamış ve şimdi mimiksiz şekilde kendi çükünü düşünüyor. Karşısında oturan üvey annesi tarafından tacize uğrayarak geçen geceler. Televizyonda üvey annenin taciz görüntüleri dönüyor. Ailecek çaylarını içip izliyorlar. Babanın yüzündeki tebessüm kocaman bır yarığa dönüşüyor. Yazar tam ortalarında, aile bireyleri onu başlarıyla, sakince, oturaklı, ölçülü bir şekilde selamlıyorlar. Kamera kaydediyor ve kablolar, müthiş el dokuması yeşil halının üstünde geziniyor.

biz kadınlar ve erkekler
sigaralarımız yakıp güzel kıyafetler giymeyi
kur yapmayı, götleri,
birbirimize ait olmayı bedenen devletler oluşturmayı
devlete ait olmayı, faturalanmış bir akış sağlamayı
imzalı parasal seçimleri, şarküteri alışverişlerini
kırmızı ruja sadık kalmayı, azıcık resmi giyinmeyi
ama asla fazla resmi görünmemeyi, bacakları, kalpleri
suratları tıraşlamayı, aynı yerlere sıçmayı, sıvalı duvarlar
arasında alt alta olmayı, üst üste olmayı, seks oyuncaklarını
akrabanın altın dişini, sik sıvazlamayı ve göt parmaklamayı
sulanmış amcıkları, cenaze evi için yemek pişirmeyi, azıcık sanattan anlamayı
haberlere bak-mayı,Pazar kahvaltılarını, hayvanat bahçelerini
iyi havalandırmayı, gay barları, hetero barları, mini barları
manik arkadaşlara üzülmeyi, ormana gidip fotoğraf çektirmeyi
doğa yürüyüşlerini, zencilerden bahsetmeyi, uzay açılarını
şişman çocukları, zayıf çocukları, uyuşturucuyla mücadeleyi,
terörle mücadeleyi, herhangi bir şeyle mücadeleyi
rus klasiklerini ve dini bayramları çok severiz.

Dış ses susuyor. Aile salonundan çıkılır. Kapıdan çıkarken kısa bir plan alınır. Kamera sırttan takibe devam eder. Yazar üçüncü odaya girer. Küçük bir ofis. Fotokopi makinası ve bilgisayarlar. Genç bir kadın Yazar’ı gördüğünde alt dudağını ısırır. Masanın altından bacaklarını birleştirip sıkar ve kamera bunu çoktan kaydetmiştir. Klima sesi. Klavye sesleri. Yazar mimiksiz.

Yeni başlayan aksiyon dizisi reklamı. Patlayan bombalar, havaya uçan arabalar ve silikon memeli tehlikeli kadınların macerası. Ter, erkeklik, tam otomatik silah, gece elbisesi, jartiyer. Yakın plan. Yazar’ın buruşuk deri üstünde gezinen göz yaşları. Kızın eline bacak arasına kayıyor ve kamere takipte. Asla tepki vermiyor. Adam fermuarını açıyor ve aletini salıyor. Ofisin ortasında otuz bir çekmeye başlıyor. Akan zevk sularına yakın plan. İçeriye sızan güneş ışığıyla parıldayan damlalar. Şakaktan akan ter. Beyaz ofis. Beyaz kadın. Apış arasında gezinen kırmızı ojeli yalanmış parmaklar.

dış ses:
insanın ne olduğu yüzünden anlaşılmaz
insan yüzü bir sapmadır
hayvan yüzü doğrudur
Kamera havalanıyor. Birbirine bağlı üç oda tepeden görünüyor. Uzaklaştıkça bir yıldıza
dönüşüyor.
Yazar o sırada ilk odadan, baştan başlıyor.


160. Kilometre işbirliğiyle gerçekleştirilen etkinlikte Emre Varışlı “diye bir şey bilmiyorum”, “Ölüm ve Piyasa” kitaplarından ve kitaplaşmayı bekleyen şiirlerinden seçtiklerini okuyor.

GFX: Liza Kaka

Factors Which Threat Our National Security

Emre Varışlı, 2016

Translation from Turkish to English by Deniz Cansever

what on earth you are looking for – with a rifle, getting away from some foggy place with a camera on your hand, hostages corrupted by a company which won’t let us take a nap under the midnight peacefully, just jerk off
when priests are kissing boys in their eyes, drain the semen.
When the boys start to kiss your padishah-eyes, just jerk off

when you see a robot movie, just jerk off
I’m not a martyr…
I didn’t mean to be a religion for you…
I’m not one of your militants…
I just wanted you to stroke my feathers…
I’ve left the company behind me

Turkey was moving, I had to get rid of my clothes – this country is really moving, before my third eye turns into a piece of art, I have to get rid of my eyes… you’re organizing permited protests, paying some money for damned books, with foods and smartness, with travelings, with bills, with hearses that you’re occuiped with doing. You’re just a civilized man who’s waiting for a nippy. Whereas the Nuclear planet is sooner, with parasites and you can hare the noises of electric crahes if you try to be fucking quiet for a while, neutralize your mind, hey, where is the mid-asian prophet, just tell me where the hell is that mid-asian prophet, a murder in the mid-october, a confusion in the mid-october, rise and fall for everyone, start to worshiping right through the crimson trees, reversed goat of the company, blood spots all over the snow-white and smooth walls of the company, a rusty machine in the middle of the company’s womb, the company, polytheism, shit nappies all over the illuminated panels., what on earth they are looking for – with a rifle, while young-dead-naked fleshs was crashing to the streets, the drum is blessing you, the rumbling devices knows that you’re really looking for, i wish that the company kills you as soon as possible, while the young-aged-bodies was crushing to the cold stone…

the bare sound of dead-naked fleshs – like a market property -do you ever realize that young-naked-fleshs are just about to loose their purchasing power – do you ever realize that young-naked-fleshs won’t be able to make your economy great again dead-naked-fleshs won’t be able to buy a damn car which was on that commercial anymore- dead-naked fleshs won’t be able to work like 20 hours – young-naked-fleshs won’t be able to follow your damn pioneer company – you’ve taken the right of police chasing from the dead-naked fleshs – dead-naked fleshs won’t be apply to the ministry of health for quit smoking anymore – you’ll not let dead-naked fleshs to watch some porn young-dead-naked fleshs won’t be able to see season off sales – dead-naked fleshs won’t lose weight healthy, dead-naked fleshs won’t be settled and get bussy with organic farmery – dead-young-naked fleshs won’t get the Italian food and it’s marvelous tastes – dead-naked fleshs can’t have a coffee and try to work at the same damn time – dead-naked fleshs won’t be able to try your new medicines – dead-naked fleshs can’t go and pray during holy friday anymore – dead-naked fleshs won’t follow the collumns anymore – dead-naked fleshs won’t participate to the customer satisfaction survey -dead-naked fleshs

sunny lands
my pants sticking to the ass, drenched
it’s not some sweat beacuse of working hard
just dust
looking for the dead spawn just came
looking for the dead spawn
on the land of Anatolia, looking for the dead spawn anatolian dead spawn thedeadspawnofanatolia just came for love
and to kill somebody


GFX: Liza Kaka

Milli Güvenliğimizi Tehdit Eden Unsurlar

Emre Varışlı, 2016


Elinde tüfekle neyi arıyorsun, elinde kamerayla sisin içinde uzaklaşıyorsun, şirketin elinde rehinler
bizi gecenin altına yatırmayacaklar, meniyi boşalt
padişah gözlerinden oğlanlar öperken, meniyi boşalt
robot filmleri izlerken, meniyi boşalt
ben sana şehit değilim
ben sana din olmadım
ben senin militanın değilim
ben senden tüylerimi okşamanı istemiştim
tüylerini okşamak istemiştim
şirketi arkamda bırakmıştım
Türkiye hareket ediyordu, giysilerimden kurtulmalıydım – bu ülke hareket ediyor, üçüncü gözüm bir sanat eserine dönüşmeden önce, gözlerimden kurtulmalıyım
izinli gösteriler yapıyorsun, birkaç kitaba para ödüyorsun, yemekler ve zarafetler içinde, seyahatlerle faturalarla cenaze arabalarıyla meşgul oluyorsun. Garsonu bekleyen bir medenisin. oysa Nükleer gezegen yakında, parazitlerin ve elektrik çakımlarının sesini duyabilirsin biraz sessiz olursan, aklını toprakla, orta asya peygamberi nerede, bana orta asya peygamberinin yerini söyle, ekim ayında bir cinayet, ekim ayında bir kargaşa, yükselmiş ve düşmüş herkes için, kıpkırmızı ağaçlara tapmaya başlıyoruz, şirketin ters keçisi, şirketin beyaz pürüzsüz duvarında kan lekesi, şirketin rahminde paslı makine, şirket, şirk, şirketin ışıklı panosuna dolan bok sinekleri.. onlar tüfekle neyi arıyorlar, genç ölü çıplak etler sokağa çarparken, taşa çarparken, sen ne yapıyorsun, bir heykelin altında duruyorsun, oryantal bir heykel seni koruyor, davul seni koruyor, gümbürdeyen aygıtlar senin ne istediğini çok iyi biliyor, şirketin seni gebertmesini diliyorum, genç ölü bedenler soğuk taşa çarparken..
ölü çıplak etlerin sesi – pazar malı gibi – genç çıplak etlerin alım gücünü kaybettiğini biliyor musunuz – ölü çıplak etlerin ekonomiye artık can veremeyeceklerinin farkın mısınız – ölü çıplak etler reklamını yaptığınız o arabayı alamazlar artık – ölü çıplak etler artık yirmi saat çalıştırılamayacaklar – genç çıplak etler yurt dışı tatillerinde öncü firmanızı takip edemeyecekler – ölü çıplak etlerin polis tarafından kovalanma hakkını ellerinden aldınız – ölü çıplak etler sigarayı bırakmak için bakanlığınızdan yardım alamayacak – ölü çıplak etlere porno izletemeyeceksiniz – genç ölü çıplak etler mağazanızın sezon indirimden yararlanamayacak – ölü çıplak etler sağlıklı kilo veremeyecekler, ölü çıplak etler köye yerleşip organik tarım yapamayacaklar – ölü genç çıplak etler İtalyan mutfağının eşsiz tatlarını deneyemeyecekler – ölü çıplak etler kahvesini yudumlayıp çalışamayacaklar – ölü çıplak etler yeni ürettiğiniz ilaçları deneyemeyecekler – ölü çıplak etler cumaya gidip dua edemez artık – genç ölü çıplak etler köşe yazılarını takip edemeyecekler – ölü çıplak etler müşteri memnuniyeti anketlerine katılamayacaklar – ölü çıplak etler

tüfekle ne arıyorsan – bırak… ölüm bir şeydir, sıklıkla istenen bir şey, embriyonik gelişim, kurtuluş marşları, ben yaz akşamları kimin elini tutup filmlere, korkunç sokaklara gideceğim
bu aşk saatinde arazilerdeyim
güneşli arazilerdeyim
pantolonum kıçıma yapışıyor sırılsıklam
alnımdan emek teri akmıyor
toz toprak
Ölü dölü bulmaya geldim
buraya geldim
ölü dölü bulmaya geldim
Anadoluda ölü dölü bulmaya
anadolü ölü dölü anadolüölüdölü
geldim
bir şeyi sevmeye
bir düşman kazanmaya


ÖLÜM VE PİYASA

EPİKRİZ X VARIŞLI

You have to make a decision son!

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Elsa von Freytag Loringhoven (1874-1927)

Baroness Elsa von Freytag

1874 doğumlu Alman dada sanatçısı Loringhoven, New York, Greenwhich Village’de yaşadı, erkek dadacılar kadar adı duyulmasa da avangard ve çağının oldukça ötesinde işler üretti. Provoke etmeye ayarlı el bombası kadar güçlü şiirleri ancak 2011 yılında basılabildi. Diğer yazılarını da kapsayan bu derlemenin adı ‘Vucüt Teri: Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven’in Sansürsüz Yazıları’ adını taşıyordu. Yazdıkları 1918’de dergilerde James Joyce’un yazıları ile yanyana basılıyordu ve Jean Heap onu ilk kadın dadacı olarak tanımladı. 1913 yılında bir Baron ileevlenerek Barones ünvanını aldı, yazıları kadar avangard fotoğrafları ile de ünlü olan Barones, Man Ray’e sadece poz vermekle yetinmedi, şu an kayıp olan ve jenital bölgeleri traş ederken çekilmiş olan kısa bir filminde de oynadı. Marcel Duchamp’ın R. Mutt adıyla imzalayıp 1917’da Bağımsızlar Sergisi’ne katmak istediği ‘Fountain’ çalışmasındaki ürinalın arkasındaki el de Barones‘e aitti. ‘Sound poetry’ denen dadacı şiirlerin ilk üreticilende de biridir. 20’li yıllarda parasızlık onu Avrupa’ya dönmeye zorladı. Almanya’da para kazanmayı umuyordu, ancak birinci dünya savaşının yıkımından beri toparlanamamış olan Almanya’da bunun imkansızlığını görüp Paris’e geçti. Durum orada da farklı değildi. Djuna Barnes gibi Amerikalı lezbiyen sanatçılar onu Amerika’ya geri aldırmaya çalışsalar da 1927’de Paris’teki evinde açık unutulan havagazından zehirlenerek öldü. Atina avangard film festivalinden Nina Veligradi’nin Ankara 4. Kuirfest için seçtiği flmler arasında gösterilen, Lily Benson ve Cassandra Guan adı sanatçıların 2013 yılında çektiği yönettiği ’The Filmballad of Mamadada’ ‘Dadaananın Şarkılı Filmi’ bu yüzyılın ilk dada sinema örneklerinden biriydi. Kült yayınlarının ‘Dada bakire bir mikroptur’ kitabında da Barones’in seçme yazılarına Türkiye’de ilk kez yer verildi.

Cemal Akyüz, 2015


GFX: Nils Bertho

’Bir Düzine Koktey— Lütfen’

Baroness Elsa von Freytag Loringhoven

Çeviri: Cemal Akyüz

Yok bana bakire lolipop – evet – yok
Muzumuz. İştahlı bir damağım var – Yerim
Onları hep – – – – — — — —
Selüloitten züppe boruları var—- her boyutta —
Şeytani bir şekilde bir babunun kıç rengine boyanmış .
Bir adam —-
Saçmalıktır!
Bir deste arzu ! İşte ürküten bu
Modern Amerikalı’nın sorunu
Ev konforu? Eksik serserilik
Aslında bakımlı olması gereken concona !
İşte başlıca sorun bu.
Vibratör var — — —
Nazlı yosmaoyuncağı ! ben erişkin bir bireyim
Oy verme hakkına sahip — — — cömertce payımı istiyorum
Hangardan – bebeğimizin cadı şabatı –
Iyon dikililitaş.
Radyo ne için — — Lütfederseniz?
Havva’nın oku ayıcıkları deler
Dikenli telin üzerinden.
Günde bir elma — — —
Gelecek — — —
Ha ! Ne zaman? Ben dil yutan bir yogi değilim.
İlerleme çok sevindirici —
Etkilemez beni –
Dürt onu –
Tekmele onu – –
Kışkırt onu – –
İt onu –
Yayınla — — — —
Şimşek çaktıran fikir bu !
S.O.S. ulusal kısaltmasıdır –
Neyin?
Nasıl reva görürüz
kalkmiş salıncağı
Pışş ! herhangi bir ibne şairin Freudcu göğsünde yeterince
Kimyasal var mı çekmek için
Kendini beğenmişliği. Kiralarız bir tane.
Lanet ! O değil de ! Sorun şu —-
Horoz kabarır aptalca !
Ah iyi !
Fransa’dalar — sıradaki hava—
Kutuplar — — — —
Onlara dalgalar yollamış — şeker gibi —
Valentinler —
Söyle beraber — — —
Vidalae!
Ah yıldırım !
Yılansı hava akıntıları — — —
Hııışşşşşşşşş ! Deler sözcükler
Sersemlemiş hissediyorum !
Bundan hoşlanıyorum. Oğlanların peşinden korkmuyorum
– Ama hakkım var
Derinden şok olmaya.
İşte biz böyleyiz – ama sen de boşlukları dolduruyorsun
Canım— Ben kuir değilim— sek istiyorum — —
Bir düzine kokteyl – lütfen — — — —

GFX: Nils Bertho

Welcome to the Bizarre Theatre of VAVA !

VAVA at work!

Vava (Valerie Sury) was born in 1966 in Laval, France. From 1997 to 2003 she opened an experimental art venue called Zoobizarre focused on underground culture in Bordeaux: a scene for international and local bands, a gallery with a library, performances, art vidéo and concerts.

In 2003 she moved to Montreal and lived there until 2009. She again opened a structure equal to the Zoobizarre in France. She plays the local Montrealer and American scene. In parallel she pursues her artistic career and carries out a new art project “Art Kill Texas” comprising 11 pieces, these paintings were greatly inspired by her trip at the 2005 Music Festival South by SouthWest in Austin, Texas. Back home in Montréal she used her sketchings from the festival to create a silkscreen art book. From this art book emerged 36 x 36 inch paintings. She was currently shown in different galleries in Canada and USA.

left: Corns Gang (ex-Unicorns), right: ‘Helmet’ 90cm x 90cm acrylic on canvas, ‘Art Kill Texas’ Series, 2006 -Ask For Price-
Maximo Park, 90 cm x 90 cm, acrylic on canvas, 2006 -Ask For Price-

Vava (Valérie Sury) est née en 1966 à Laval, France. De 1997 à 2003, elle ouvre un lieu d’art expérimental appelé Zoobizarre axé sur la culture underground à Bordeaux : scène de groupes internationaux et locaux, galerie avec bibliothèque, performances, vidéo d’art et concerts.

En 2003, elle s’installe à Montréal et y habite jusqu’en 2009. Elle ouvre à nouveau une structure équivalente au Zoobizarre en France. Elle joue sur la scène locale montréalaise et américaine. En parallèle elle poursuit sa carrière artistique et réalise un nouveau projet artistique « Art Kill Texas » comprenant 11 pièces, ces peintures ont été grandement inspirées par son voyage au Music Festival South by SouthWest en 2005 à Austin, Texas. De retour à Montréal, elle a utilisé ses croquis du festival pour créer un livre d’art en sérigraphie. De ce livre d’art ont émergé des peintures de 36 x 36 pouces. Elle est actuellement exposée dans différentes galeries au Canada et aux États-Unis.

De retour en France, elle vit à Marseille. Elle est diplômée d’une licence de céramiste décoratrice puis d’une licence d’animation culturelle. Elle est choisie pour être artiste résidente pendant 3 mois dans le lieu artistique Buropolis ouvert dans un bâtiment abandonné. Vava crée un nouveau projet artistique “Skate Parasyte” comprenant une nouvelle série de peintures sur le thème du surf plus plus d’une douzaine de peintures réalisées sur skateboard.

En 2022 Vava vit actuellement à Marseille où elle travaille comme travailleuse artistique dans un centre social et donne des ateliers artistiques.

Gossip, 90 cm x 90 cm, acrylic on canvas, ‘Art Kill Texas’ Series, 2006 -Ask For Price-

Back in France she lives in Marseille. She graduated from a ceramic decorator licence and then a cultural animation licence. She is chosen to be an artist resident for 3 months in Buropolis artistic place opened in a derelict building. Vava creates a new art project “Skate Parasyte” comprising a new series of paintings on the theme of surfing plus more than a dozen paintings made on skateboard.

In 2022 Vava currently lives in Marseille where she works as an artistic worker in a social center and gives artistic workshop.


VAVA “Skate Parasyte” Series, original paintings on board, 2022
VAVA “Skate Parasyte” Series, original paintings on board, 2022
VAVA Style !!

SK8 PARASYTE

VAVA SKATEBOARDS

SEXY AND SMART !!

VAVA “Skate Parasyte” Series, original paintings on board, 2022

VAVA SURY artiste plasticienne présente sa toute dernière collaboration artistique sous forme d’un clip vidéo autour de son exposition intitulée “Trecento”

VAVA ‘Peinture’ 2021

View from the artist’s atelier
SK8 PARASYTE: View from the artist’s workshop

Valérie Sury with her works
Books by VAVA

French artist Vava is a painter, illustrator, autor, sculptor. She studied in Nantes Fine Art School with complementary courses from Montpellier Fine Art School. During “Itinéraires d’artistes Forum” organized by the French Aquitaine Regional Council her sketchbooks were awarded a special distinction by the jury. At the same occasion the Rotary Club buys her a portfolio comprising illustrations, silkscreen prints with etching inclusions. In 2000 she’s chosen to be part of an artist residency at Lakeside studio in Michigan USA. Her works are further shown in full at the Lakeside Gallery. Some of these artwork from this exhibit plus some new pieces are put together a year later in a joint exhibit specially organized for the March Gallery in Chicago. Her paintings and papier mâché dolls carry the intensity linked with Art Brut through complex compositions and meticulous application of textures and colors. Her acrylic paintings sometimes borrow the idea of ex-voto paintings using contemporary pop iconography taken for the most part from popular culture, some of her works show a strong influence from the cartoonesque world of Asian Manga, Mexican popular and global subculture. Working on papier mâché let’s Vava create her forms quickly taking on quirky figurative shapes reminiscent of Niki de St Phalles or Louise Bourgeois. It is tempting to describe Vava’s silkscreen art books as artsy and edgy comics. The result is challenging visuals, at times almost childish, as well a mix of French and English views giving a unique perspective on American experience and French artistic influences.

Vava Attacks !!

communication:

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LMG’s Epitaph Project and the Experience of 1 Participant Out of 365

Epitaphe numéro 338, P.P né le 19 octobre 1963 à Blois, Loir-et-Cher. 30x30cm, LMG, 2015.

« Today there is nothing left of the awareness that everyone has or should
have that their end will come soon, there is nothing left of the solemn public
nature of the very moment of Death. What used to be known is now hidden.
What used to be solemn is now evaded. (…) Daring to speak about Death,
accepting Death in our social relationships can’t be part of our daily life any
longer, if you do so you cause an exceptional, outrageous and always dramatic
situation. Death used to be a familiar figure and moralists had to make it
hideous in order to cause fright; today, the mere mention of Death will cause
an emotional tension at odds with the steadiness of daily life. »

Philippe Ariès, Essays on the history of death1

When LMG, an artist whom I discovered a few years ago, launched her epitaph project, I volunteered to be one of the first contributors. LMG is an «Agrégé » teacher in fine arts and a Parisian artist who also devotes some of her time to writing short stories and plays. She launched the Epitaph project in May 2011 when she asked the first participants to write a letter about their future death, explaining that she would «translate » their messages into drawings. She first contacted relatives, relations and colleagues and the project grew from there till she received letters from total strangers and from all over the world. Her goal is eventually to receive 365 letters from people writing about their future
death. She has produced 240 Epitaph drawings so far.

Being aware that Death, the enigmatic reaper, can be a terrifying or at least a difficult prospect to consider especially in today’s sanitized societies where even talking of Death can be considered rude, LMG has based her artistic project on a « gift for gift » procedure: the participants write about their death, which brings them to question and visualize it in a prospective manner, indeed the artist intends to place the participants in a situation where they can face and confront their death, something that cannot be done a-posteriori.

Epitaphe numéro 271, G.P né le 9 juin 1972 à Martigues, Bouches-du-Rhône, 30x30cm, LMG, 2014.

In the first stage, LMG receives the letters – prospective obituaries or wills – in which the participants describe their final departure, the artist insists on receiving real letters, not emails although she has accepted two audio-recordings from paralyzed and illiterate participants. She has received letters from Japan, Belgium, Lebanon, the USA, Morocco, Norway, Italy, Israel. In the second stage, after reading, rereading and sometimes translating the letters into French, the artist produces a black lead drawing on a 30 by 30 cm sheet of paper which is then glued to a backing. All the drawings have got the same size and are done on similar heavy-weight white paper sheets; the artist only uses charcoal, black lead, a kneaded rubber and a fixative. But the similarity stops there: each drawing is treated as the unique expression of the original letter, both in its content and its appearance, so each drawing also has unique plastic characteristics. Superimpositions, hatching, blanks, stains, etc reveal the artistic gesture which in turn is linked to the visual aspect-not just the text- of the letter. Take Epitaph n°19: the letter LMG received was full of crossed-out words, corrections, extra annotations so that the drawing also expresses this with little strokes and hatching. Epitaph n° 131 is a black post-card with a stain in its middle, so the stain plus the message on the card initiated a drawing with a blank in its center; the artist even pays attention to such details as the color of the ink, the type of paper that has been used, the style of the writing, the shape of the envelopes, etc.

Epitaphe numéro 131, S.B née le 20 aout 1966 à Nancy, Meurthe-et- Moselle, 30x30cm, LMG, 2013.

Under each drawing you can see a title plaque on which are mentioned the initials, date and place of birth of the writer. In the eyes of the artist confidentiality is essential, neither the full names nor the messages in the letters will be published; this confidentiality enables all kinds of people from all walks of life, nationalities, origins or socio-economic backgrounds to take part without having to respect specific established writing norms or to use learned and grammatically acceptable forms. This accounts for the great variety of the texts that have been received and treated, some with lots of crossed-out words and spelling mistakes, others looking very neat and methodical, they can be brief or long, there are haikus, dialogues, puzzles, soliloquies, various qualities of paper and colors of ink have been used. This serial project can be seen as a syntactic variation on the theme of Death. LMG’s series of visual interpretations tends to show that Death is a polymorphic entity rousing a variety of feelings in those who stop and contemplate it. At the beginning of the project in May 2011 not very many people volunteered to send their prospective vision of their death but after a couple of months the word of mouth effect as well as LMG’s appeal through Epitaph invitation cards and her website proved efficient so that she received more and more participations as the months passed.

Epitaphe numéro 14, A.C.F, née le 21 juin 1966 à Paris. 30x30cm, LMG, 2011.

After I received such a card it took me quite a while before I could actually decide whether I really wanted to write about my future death and send one of the first contributions (Epitaph n°3). I first reacted like what Philippe Ariès describes in the incipit, that is «talking about Death, should it be one’s own, simply is not done ». Mulling over the issue for a few days, I eventually realized that I had never seen anybody actually give their last, not even my grandparents or my parents. I was abroad for professional reasons when my father died; as for my mother, even though she spent the last months of her life at my home as she was terminally ill and aware of her state and I can remember Death hovering in the house all that time, I was not near her bed when she actually « passed away »; so perhaps my own death would also be the first one I would actually see – but from within – and here was a colleague and artist who was giving me the opportunity to choose my death, invent it, write about it and somehow rehearse it and hopefully master the dread it can cause when we stop and think about our tragic destiny. I finally understood that there was nothing unhealthy in the project, that it was a « gift for gift» process, finally that my text did not have to be about a painful, lengthy, horrendous death, I was not one of those Londoners in the plague year of 1665 dreading to be caught by the pestilence, I had time to consider the type of death I wanted2.

As far as I knew I was still in good health, indeed if I wished to do so I could write about an ideal death, an easy, painless and sudden death and also a death when I would die on my own without any staging of the deed or final shaking of hands and rending of hearts. After a while, my husband also decided he wanted to contribute so that in the next few days the most unusual conversations took place: « Have you produced your death? » « I know you’re busy but don’t forget your death ». I finally decided that the death I yearned for and wanted to write about was to take place in a garden on a summer day; I was lying in a deck-chair reading The Battle of Life3. At one point I went into the house and put the kettle on to make some tea that I poured into my favorite china cup with a pattern of oak leaves and tiny golden stars; then I settled outside into the deck chair again and started sipping that tea when IT happened.

Epitaphe numéro 3, A.D née le 14 avril 1952 à Dieppe, Seine-Maritime. 30x30cm, LMG, 2011.

Now if you look at Epitaph n°3 carefully, you will notice that LMG has not drawn what I have not talked about and do not consider of paramount importance: dying a «good » death in order to save my soul, leaving the living behind, the funeral rituals, the decaying cadaver and its aftermath as «food for worms 4»; she has discarded what she considered irrelevant or not very meaningful details such as the deckchair or the novella I was reading; the lying figure on the ground could be anybody, male or female, this silhouette is so lightly drawn, so blurred that the body has nearly disappeared already, the arms are absent, the torso and womb seem to have mingled with the two oak leaves at the bottom or to have been sucked up by them and the feet are resting on another leaf , like a huge natural cushion ; the twig of oak leaves is upside down in the same way as the world of the deceased went upside down the minute she/I died ; besides the leaves fill up about half of the sheet thus symbolizing the hold and strength of nature as a whole as opposed to the smallness and gone substance of one of its elements, the blurred body. The motif of the oak leaf, which was a minor aesthetic detail in my mind when I wrote the Epitaph, has been given an important symbolic and perhaps spiritual meaning by LMG; the same can be said of the star motif on the cup rim: The seven stars in the top part can symbolize the flight of the human senses from that body with a possible hint at a journey towards the quintessence. Although I would define myself as an agnostic, I find the symbols of the powerful oak (resilient, all-absorbing Nature) and that of the travelling stars (the dying five senses but also the five vital elements) very comforting.

Epitaphe numéro 111, V.D née le 12 décembre 1979 à Paris, 30x30cm, LMG, 2013.

I consult LMG’s website regularly and sometimes contemplate Epitaph n°3 or how LMG has managed to give a cosmic dimension to what was merely a mortal’s wish for a swift death. I also follow her project as a whole and now have some favorites among the 240 Epitaphs that she has « translated » into drawings so far. I hope that LMG’s Ars Moriendi5 has also helped the other participants confront their unavoidable death, master it in advance and learn to loosen their hold on life when the time comes; LMG’s on-line project also enables them to enjoy looking at the graphic interpretations of their own wishes and also the wishes from other participants and to be caught in a web of comparisons and inferences. There is no reason why the pendulum movement of LMG’s EPITAPHS project should cease soon.6

Anne Dupré

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  1. Philippe Ariès, Essays on the history of death in the western world from the middle ages to today, Seuil, 1975, p.170
  2. Daniel Defoe, A journal of the London Plague Year, first published by E.Nutt, 1722
  3. Charles Dickens, The Battle of Life, first published in 1846 by Bradbury and Evans. This novella was the fourth Christmas story in a series of five. In the first part, a fierce battle takes place, that scars the place for centuries, and yet, after many generations the battle becomes an obscure, blurred memory and life thrives again.
  4. « Food for worms », from Hamlet by William Shakespeare, Act IV, scene 3, lines 21-27 in which Hamlet explains that fat king and skinny beggar alike will be devoured by worms when their time comes.
  5. Ars Moriendi or art of dying: The expression was first used in 1408 by French theologian Jean Charlier de Gerson. He defined it in a treaty Opusculum tripertitum de praeceptis decalogii, de confessione et de arte moriendi. Gerson’s precepts to die a Christian death became commonly used by the clergy with the ailing and the dyingin the 15th century.
  6. LMG’s website: lmg-nevroplasticienne.com

Banned, Censored But Not Dead: MICHAËL POTIER

Michaël Potier

Un maroilles d’inepties acrimonieuses plante une chimère dans mon oreille tandis que je chorégraphie nos asphyxies sur l’opacité d’épouvantables sonorités

Il y a ce hideux cheptel de suffocations et d’étranglements qui tord mon être en biais et je nous envoûte de perlimpinpin hystérique pour nous préserver de ces marais insondables de l’immobilité

Bientôt je surgirai de l’habitacle de nos vengeances comme une agression lardée d’extériorités naïves pour faire de nos apitoiements une amplification de brûlures taboues.


Art Rock/Variété Sombre (2025)

J’eucuménise nos salissures de goujaterie en explorant toute la vaginité des pourritures ergonomiques qui nous fellationnent en morceaux d’inaptitude fluo-pop

Un blockhaus de passions impossibles a poussé dans les limbes de mon Satan abdominale et des larves partouzardes viennent se laver le ventre dans mon cerveau qui digère le Golgotha des utérus-cercueils qui nous ont projeté dans les nuits nécrophages de l’acte anatomique

Le seul oeil qui me reste se gonfle de petites apocalypses pour scruter l’évidence tranchante de ma disparition prochaine dans les chaos onctueux de l’atome.


Michaël Potier, collage, 2023

Michaël Potier, collage, 2023

Inépuisé par mes branlettes de chevalerie chinoise je m’insinue entre les craquèlements de mon cadavre empourpré de désobéissance bleue et d’aubades sacrificelles

Les sons fracturés d’un enspermement de cataclysme nous engraisse de ketchup lesbien et nous sommes tout crevés d’herpes géométrique, complètement agités par des sommeils déchaînés

Je veux jouir de la cruauté de mes théâtres d’infidélités ovoïdes et nous plonger dans les catéchismes pâtissiers de nos pensées tressées de sutures de tressaillements dialectiques

La pourriture des amourettes trépanées se répand sur nos ailes chiffonnées par le tempo bâtard des poésies vénériennes.


Michaël Potier, Peintures Portraits, 2022

Le Poète de la Folie: Michael Potier

Michaël Potier comes from the luminous forces of Jazz and he has played in many groups all over France. He relentlessly writes trashy-surreal poetry, paints, draws and uses his body as an object of Raw Art. He also likes the disturbing and the caustic humor and borrows the carcasses of art to invent a sound poetry without restrictions.


Live cru by Potier (2026)

Potier est un artiste polymorphe, poète de l’absurde, musicien multi-instrumentiste et performer chevronné. Performance donnée dans une galerie d’art à Bruxelles.


Michaël Potier, Dessins Ornithorynque, 2022

Ornithorynque de l’art

Musicien Gonflable

Écriture Hallucinée

“Je viens des forces lumineuses du jazz et j’ai joué dans de nombreux groupes en peu partout en France J’écris avec acharnement de la poésie trashy-surréaliste Je peins et je dessine et je me sers de mon corps comme un objet d’art brut J’aime ce qui dérange et l’humour caustique J’emprunte les carcasses de l’art pour inventer une poésie sonore sans restrictions.”


Michaël Potier, Peintures Portraits, 2022

Nos coccyx de carton glacé se détraquent sur la clarté des amanites de la puberté psychotronique

L’haleine crayonnante que j’exhale sur la féminité des silences sodomites réapparaît subrepticement dans la cranule de mes poupées aux poumons géants

Mes clarines d’isolement sonnent l’heure de nos destins frôlés par l’araignée des fantasmagories déconstruites par la brise de l’endolorissement matinal et je jure sur la naissance de mes cochons métaboliques ne plus dire je t’aime aux sorcières de l’autodestruction

Tout est profondément nocturne dans les crevasses de nos hargnes illisibles et c’est Jésus qui m’encule quand j’assiste à mon propre enterrement.

Le Sang d’un poète

Michaël Potier Musique

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Marc Caro: Strapazin #18

Hätte Marc Caro im 19. Jahr­hundert gelebt, er wäre ein bombenwerfen­der russischer Nihilist gewor­den. Erfreulicherweise ist Marc Caro ein zeitgenössischer französischer Comiczeichner, wobei wir die Gegenwart aus gegebenem Anlaß 1976 beginnen lassen. Was sich 1976 andernorts in der Rockszene mani­festierte, veränderte in Frankreich das Aussehen der Comickunst nachhaltig.

1975 gründeten Olivia Clavel, Christian Chapiron, Loulou Picasso, Lulu Larsen und Bernard Vidal — größtenteils ehemalige Studenten der Kunstakademie — die Gruppe Bazooka. In einer Mischung aus teilweise gewolltem Dilet­tantismus und hochgradiger Perfektion zertrümmert Bazooka voll anarchistischer Freude die Selbstverständ­lichkeiten des klassischen Comic. Ihren ausgeprägten Gefallen am Schockierenden, Absei­tigen teilen sie mit vielen der gleichzeitig oder nach ihnen erscheinenden Comicschaffenden, die neben nervöser Grafik auch Fotos verwenden (Polizistenfotos, Leichenfo­tos, etc.).

“(Diese Richtung) ist gekennzeichnet durch einen schmutzigen, rohen, unfertigen Strich und durch die gewollte Obszönität einer mor­biden und/oder sexuellen Thematik.” Aus der nachfolgenden Genera­tion seien genannt: Matt Kon-ture, der gelegentlich an den frühen Caro erin­nert, La Casinie-re, Mokeit, J.C. Menu, der auch das her­vorragende LE LYNX (nach 7 Nummern leider eingegangen) herausgege­ben hat, Jocelin, der vor allem im eigenen AMTRAMDRAM seine kubo-expressionistischen Bilderserien ab­druckt. Hingewiesen sei noch auf SEDUCTION, hervorragende Fanzine-Zeitschrift, die in Troyes herauskommt. Hier, wie in den zahllosen Graphzines und 30-Exemplare-Produkten trifft man immer wieder auch Bruno Richard, Placid, Muzo, Marc Caro, gelegentlich auch Gotting und Loustal. Viele der Genannten ar­beiten zugleich auch in der Malerei, in der Musik (was man halt so nennt) und im Trickfilm.

Nach ersten Veröffentlichungen in Fanzines kam Marc Caro 1976 aus Avignon nach Paris und begann recht bald, einzelne Arbeiten und kurze Comics (eine Geschichte von Caro ist lang, wenn sie 4 bis 6 Seiten umfaßt) in Comiczeitschriften zu veröffentlichen. 1981 erschien TOT, eine Sammlung bis dahin veröffent­lichter Comics. Mit Jean-Pierre Jeunet, für dessen Anima­tionsfilme er bereits früher Trickfiguren gebaut hatte, drehte er 1981 den Kurzfilm Le Bunker de la derniere rafale. Er beginnt, die Möglichkeiten der Computergrafik zu benutzen, interessiert sich für das Video. Er produzier­te Musikvideos für Jean-Michel Jarre (Trickfiguren für Zoolook) und die erfolgreiche, aber nicht weiter bemer­kenswerte Popgruppe Indochine (Les Tsars). 1987 er­schien mit IN VITRO eine Sammlung seiner späteren, holz­schnittartigen Comics. Heute zeichnet er fast gar nicht mehr, produziert gelegentlich Musikvideos. Die frühen Sachen, in Fanzines wie FALATOFF, Keimzelle des Kleinverlags Artefact, und ab 1976 auch in Metal Hurlant, Char­lie, BD-Hebdo erschienen, erzäh­len von Selbstverstümmlern, Elektroschock-Rollkom­mandos, Kannibalis­mus im Bunker, von Rock­musikern, welche sich auf der Bühne Gliedma­ßen abschneiden. Es ist bereits die Zeit der Indu-strial-Tendenz, mit der Caro die Faszination für Gewaltsysteme, das Verstümmeln und sonstige Pathologien teilt.

Marc Caro and Jean-Pierre Jeunet “Bunker of the Last Gunshots” (1981)

Marc Caro sagt, seine früheren Sachen seien rea­listischer. Die Bildflächen sind mit verschiedenarti­gen Schraffuren und darüber hinaus mit dunkleren oder helleren Rastern fast vollständig bedeckt.

Die menschlichen Figuren sehen ungefähr menschlich aus, meist etwas deformiert. Etwa an George Grosz erinnernd, nur mit den Mitteln der realistischen Illusion dargestellt, die Zeichnung ist körperlicher. Ich kenne 27 Geschichten von Marc Caro, nur in dreien sind Sprechblasen mit erzähltechnischer Bedeutung, in den übrigen gibt es einen Text über dem Bild. Man dächte, daß der Text unter solchen Bedingungen eine doppelt gro­ße Erzähllast tragen muß, in der Tat erzählt uns der Text aber oft etwas anderes als das Bild. In TOT ist eine Ge­schichte, worin der Text die Briefe eines US-Soldaten aus Vietnam an seine ‘liebe Louisa” wiedergibt, er berichtet von der zweifelhaften Kampf­moral seines Mitsoldaten. Die Bilder sagen, daß er “verrückt” wird und vietnamesiche Leichen schän­det. Vielleicht ist dies auch eine der “anthropologi­schen” Geschich­ten, die Caro im Gespräch meint.

Die späteren Comic­geschichten, gesammelt in IN VITRO, verwenden häu­fig den Holz- oder Linolschnitt. Ein Übergang, der gröbere, eckige Li­nien, aber auch eine größere Klarheit des Bildes bringt. Diese Geschichten sind vierfar big, gelegentlich sogar ziemlich bunt, und vom In­halt auch fröhlicher: eine Sommer-Sonnen-Strand-Ge­schichte mit lustigen (der junge Mann klebt sich Toastbrot auf die Ohren um der jungen Frau zu gefallen) und kaf-kaesken Elementen (2 Meter große Fliege).

In diesen späteren Geschichten wird fast ausschließlich die Halbtotale benutzt, die filmischen Mittel der Bilddrama­turgie nur wenig verwendet. Die Geschichten sind daher weniger eindringlich, weniger “realistisch”. In den früheren Geschichten gibt es oft den acteur-narra-teur- einen, der erzählt oder sonstwie den Text liefert und zugleich die Hauptfigur ist. Diese Figur besitzt selten ein entwickeltes Innenleben, dafür sind die Geschichten auch zu kurz. Oft ist die Hauptfigur, am Ende der Handlung tot, denn er kann so ja eigentlich nicht mehr die Ge­schichte erzählen.

Ich glaube, es wäre falsch, das Schockieren­de in den Geschichten Caros übermäßig zu betonen. Er betreibt kein epater le bourgois, seine “Geschmak-klosigkeiten” sind nicht dazu da, moralisch empfindenden Menschen Alp-träu- me zu bereiten. Auch geben seine Ge­schichten, trotz düsterer Bunkerwelten, nur wenig zu einer emphatischen Apokalyp-sensentimentaliät her. Es ist geschrie­ben worden, Marc Caro betreibe Schwar­zen Humor. Vermutlich sind seine Comics hu­moristisch, schwarz sind sie sicher. Das Interview mit Marc Caro fand am 8. Mai 1989 in Paris statt, wir danken Thierry Groensteen für eine freund­liche Hilfeleistung.

Heinrich Raatschen


JP Dionnet interviews Eberoni, Max, Caro and Placid & Muzo

Wann hast du angefangen zu zeichen?

Als Junge, aber angefangen… ich mag das Wort Professionel­ler nicht, aber angefangen, in Zeitungen zu publizieren, 1976, 1977. Kleine Arbeiten, Zeichnungen…

Für die Zeit fällt mir als erstes Bazooka ein…

Das waren schon ein wenig die Vorreiter, aber eigentlich gab es eine ganze Bewegung, eine ganze neue Generation von Zeichnern. Neben Bazooka gab es “Elles sont de sortie”, mit denen ich mehr zu tun hatte… Das war eine ganze Strö­mung, die ein wenig vom Punk [sprich: pönk] her­kam. Es gab viele neue Leute, die in der Zeit her­ausgekommen sind.

Am Anfang eines Comic, steht da ein Bild, oder gibt es erst die Geschich­te, den Text?

Nun, zuerst gab es diese kleinen Texte, die ich geschrieben und dann illustriert habe. Die Ge­schichte mit Zeichnun­gen erzählen. Wie kann man eine Geschichte mit mög­lichst wenig Bildern erzählen. Für die späteren Geschichten in IN VITRO ist es die Geschichte, die dominiert. Die Bilder sind wichtig, und die Geschichte ist auch wichtig, es sind ja keine Gemälde.

Du gebrauchst, wie z.B. im chinesischen Comic, fast nie Sprechblasen.

Nein, ich habe nie Sprechblasen verwendet. Der Text ist immer oben drüber. Man kann das vergleichen mit dem, was im Film die Off-Stimme ist, so eine Erzählweise… Da sind diese kurzen Texte, Textfragmente und dann, tad, ein Schnappschuß. Was mich interessiert, ist so eine kleine Verschiebung, eine Diffe­renz zwischen dem Bild und dem Text. Die ist aber nicht unbedingt absichtlich hergestellt. Ich mag es, wenn das Bild etwas unbestimmt ist, damit ich hineinlegen kann, was ich Lust habe, darin zu sehen. Was ich den Leuten gebe, was die Leute sehen, wenn sie meine

Sachen anschauen, weiss ich nicht genau. Aber Comics, das ist für mich eigentlich ziemlich alt, das ist eine abgeschlossene Periode. Den größten Teil der Comics aus der Zeit habe ich irgendwann zerrissen, die gibt es nicht mehr.

Das war wichtig für die Zeit damals, aber heute interessieren mich andere Sachen. Wieviel hast du publiziert?

So viele Comics habe ich gar nicht gemacht, und fast alle sind in den bei­den Alben. Da fehlen vielleicht 4,5 Geschichten die nirgendwo veröffent­licht worden sind. Ich habe viele Zeichnungen gemacht, kleine Illustrationen, aber nie eine 60-Seiten Geschichte.

War es für dich einfach, deine Sachen in Zeit­schriften unterzubringen?

Ich glaube, im Comic ist das ziemlich einfach. Na ja, jetzt gibt es nicht mehr soviele Zeitschriften, wie vor 5,6 Jahren… Ich hatte Glück, eines Tages bin ich zu Metal gegangen und habe ihnen Zeichnungen gezeigt. Sie mochten es, dann wollten sie noch eine haben und später auch Comics-Geschichten.

Hast du auf Bestellung gearbeitet ?

Ja, sicher. Für die Sondernummern. Das meiste in TOT war für METAL Special Rock, METAL Special Guerre, METALSpecial Irgend­was. Ich mußte die dann, inner­halb eines Monats abliefern. Das hat mich ganz schön ins Schwitzen ge­bracht. Ich bin ein ziemlicher Fau­lenzer, eigentlich, he he…Nachdem Me­tal 36000 Mal den Besit­zer gewechselt hatte, habe ich das irgendwann fallen lassen, weil ich mich mehr zum Video etc. oriehtiert habe. Die Zeitschriften sind normaler ge­worden, das ist wirklich eine Rückkehr zum alten Comic.

Diese Katholiken, die jetzt all die Comicverlage aufkau­fen, findest du das beunruhigend?

Ach, das möchte ich so nicht sagen: Seit ich angefangen habe, selbst zu zeichnen, hat mich das alles nicht mehr so interes­siert. Ich weiß nicht…

Hast du viel in Fanzines veröffentlicht?

Nein, nein, ich habe überall veröffentlicht. Ich finde es gut, in Sachen wie Telerama zu arbeiten, Marie-Claire sogar, jetzt erscheine ich gerade in einem deutschen Blatt [Boxer no. 1 ], in Italien (FRIGIDAIRE)… Da erreiche ich ganz verschiedene Leute. Wenn du immer in den selben Graphzines erscheinst, dann erreichst du immer nur die selben Leute. Ich zeige das lieber Leuten, die darauf nicht gefaßt sind, die das noch nicht kennen.

Dann denkst du also an das Publikum?

Wenn ich an etwas arbeite, geht es mir nicht um das Publikum, sondern mehr um mich, daß ich sagen kann: Ah, da ist mir etwas gelungen, das mir gut gefällt, wofür ich mich nicht schämen muß.

Hinterher mögen es die Leute oder sie mögen es nicht, es erscheint oder es erscheint nicht. Findest du, daß man sich beim Comicmachen Beschränkungen auferlegen muss, weil man ja z. B. verständlich bleiben will?

Ich versuche natürlich, den Zusammenhang zu wahren. Aber man kann nicht unbedingt sagen, daß die Geschichten tatsäch­lich immer ganz verständlich sind, hebe… Das sind keine Schulaufsätze. Diese ganzen späteren Sachen in IN VITRO, das sind für mich eher so eine Art Aphorismen, so kleine Blödheiten. Viele kleine Bilder, und am Ende steht eine kleine Moral von der Geschichte.

Die früheren Geschichten sind da, glaube ich, anders. Die sind meist ziemlich grausam und bizarr…

Sicher, ich zeige ekelhafte Sachen, ich muß den Leuten aber nicht sagen: Schaut, wenn man dies oder das tut, das ist böse. Das ist mehr ein Art Anthropologie… Ich sage: Seht her, das existiert. Es gibt nichts in TOT, was es nicht wirklich gäbe. Gut, es ist ein wenig wahnhaft und phantastisch, es ist nicht dokumentarisch. Aber das alles gibt es ja, es ist nur in den Vordergrund gestellt. Trotz­dem, glaube ich, gibt es da keine Faszi­nation für das Morbide. Ich sage ja nicht: Schaut mal, wie lustig! Schaut, die schneiden sich in Stücke, wie lustig! Und nun gut, die netten kleinen Geschichten, wo alle glücklich und zu­frieden sind, ich meine, ich habe nichts dagegen, daß es das auch gibt.Den Vorwurf, den man mir vielleicht machen kann, ist, daß das ein wenig pessimistisch ist. Das ist keine sehr angenehme Beurteilung des mensch­lichen Wesens.

Machst du noch Musik?

Nein, ich mache keine mehr, nicht in der Gruppe. Was mich eigentlich interessiert, ist nicht die Musik allein, sondern eher eine Verbindung. Im Comic ist es eine Verbin­dung von Text und Bild, im Video ist es eine Verbindung der Wörter, des Textes mit dem Ton und dem Bild. Immer so eine Art Ganzes. Du mußt etwas herstellen, wo man weder die Musik, noch die Wörter, noch das Bild entfernen kann.

Glaubst du, du wirst irgendwann wieder Comics zeichnen?

Es interessiert mich, Sachen zu machen, die ich noch nicht gemacht habe. Eine Serigraphie? okay. Eine Serigraphie in Plexiglas mit einem Wecker drin? Oh ja, das wäre lustig. Oder ein Flaschenetikett für die Leute von Papiers Gras? Ist okay, obwohl ich eigentlich keinen Wein mag.

Ein Medium, eine Technik, die mir noch nicht vertraut sind, das interessiert mich. Auch als ich noch Comics gemacht habe, hat mich Animation schon sehr interessiert, ich habe Trickfiguren für Kurzfilme gebaut… Es ist eher so: Du schaust dich um, findest gute Ideen. Ob das Zeichnungen sind, oder etwas Filmisches… Für mich ist es ungefähr das gleiche, ob ich einen Film mache oder einen Comic. Aber beim Comiczeichnen fehlte mir immer etwas. Du sitzt da ein wenig allein in deiner Ecke, es fehlen die Eindrücke, die Bewegung. Beim Video bist du ausgefüllter, du mußt ein Story-board machen, du mußt zeichnen… Es gibt da viele unterschiedliche Aufgaben, das gefällt mir. Ich arbeite auch gerne mit Leuten zusammen. Und außerdem, mit Papier als Träger, wen erreichst du… Wenn du eine kleine Videosache machst, erreichst du 10 mal mehr Leute, als wenn du ein Album machst, das gut läuft.

Weißt du, wieviel Exemplare von deinen Alben gedruckt und verkauft wurden?

Gedruckt, weiß ich, aber verkauft, das war immer etwas matt, hebe… Also ich glaube, jedes Album ist in ungefähr 5 000 Exemplaren gedruckt worden. Das ist nicht viel. Es verkauft sich nicht besonders gut. Ich glaube, eine Zeitlang wurde ein Exemplar im Monat verkauft. Ah nein, eins pro Tag, immerhin, eins pro Tag, hebe… Das ist trotzdem nicht gerade viel. Aber, wenn es noch in 50 Jahren verkauft wird – das wäre doch nicht schlecht?


Strapazin No. 1, June 1984, Art work by Pierre Thomé

Strapazin is in Munich founded and today in Zurich sedentary comic – magazine . The quarterly magazine offers a platform primarily to independent artists.

In 1984, employees of the city newspaper Blatt founded the Strapazin in Munich. According to co-founders Herbert Meiler and Pierre Thomé, one of the role models was Art Spiegelman’s magazine RAW. Strapazin was “intended as a podium in a comics scene from the start”. The first number with contributions from, among others, Poussin , Muñoz – Sampayo and Ralf König appeared at the first comic parlor in Erlangen and was subtitled “Magazine for Durable”. After that there was nobody in Munich who could guarantee regular publication of the magazine, which is why the Swiss comic publisher and aficionado David Basler began to publish Strapazin from Zurich. In Zurich, illustrators from the so-called “Zurich School” such as Thomas Ott , Ursula Fürst, Andrea Caprez and Peter Bäder were associated with the magazine. From the 1990s onwards, many artists from the former GDR were there in Germany.

In 2010 the 100th edition appeared, with contributions from Chinese comic artists. At the same time, the Chinese publisher Special Comix published a strapazin special with contributions from many well-known Swiss illustrators and a cover photo by Kati Rickenbach . In the same year, according to David Basler, “almost half of the audience […] was female.”

In 2018, the City of Zurich awarded the Strapazin a cultural award in the field of literature : “Founded in 1984 by Swiss and German publishers, it has since had the wonderful variety of picture-narrative formats in large, lush, colorful, wild, and sometimes explosive formats demonstrated and pioneered the establishment of the ‘comic’ as the ‘ninth art’. “

In 2019 the Strapazin celebrated its 35th anniversary with the June issue. The edition is 2000 copies (also as of 2019).  The offices in Zurich and Munich still exist today.

Strapazin No. 2, September 1984

The Strapazin prints comics by, in some cases, little-known and often avant-garde comic artists. The aesthetics of the Strapazin comics are shaped by punk and Dadaism, among other things, the draftsmen have often studied at art schools. Ralf König , ATAK and Thomas Ott published here before their breakthrough.

From number 37 ( L’ASSOCIATION ) onwards, the editions were increasingly, later continuously, under a certain topic appearing in the title with a geographical allocation (e.g. Scandinavian comic world , comics from Tel Aviv ) or a common content (e.g. instructions for use , Comics without protagonists ). A number can also be dedicated to outstanding illustrators such as George Herriman (2002). Every time there are “interesting texts on the meta level” for the comics. 

www.strapazin.de


Marc Caro: Metal Hurlant n°98

Marc Caro, dans Metal Hurlant n°98

LA SCIENCE-FICTION RUSSE N’A PAS TOUJOURS ETE CHIANTE. AU DEPART, MEME, ELLE ETAIT REVOLUTIONNAIRE, REVOLTANTE ET INCROYABLEMENT FOLLE…
C’EST CE QUE L’ON DECOUVRE AVEC LE LIVRE D’OR DE LA SCIENCE-FICTION SOVIETIQUE, EN PRESSE-POCKET.

DANS CETTE ANTHOLOGIE DE LEONID HELLER, IL Y A SURTOUT MOT SOUS PRESSE D’ALEXEI GASTEV QUI NOUS RACONTE EN VRAI REVOLUTIONNAIRE COMMENT ON PEUT FAIRE DE LA BEAUTE EN EMBRASANT DES VILLES. CARO, CE VIEUX FUTURISTES IMAGE LE TOUT.
JOE STALINE

P.S. : HIER SOIR, A LA TELEVISION, SERGE GAINSBOURG PARLAIT DE LA RUSSIE ET IL NE DISAIT PAS QUE DES CONNERIES. APPELE A COMMENTER LE REPORTAGE HABITUEL SUR : «DIEU QUE LES RUSSES SONT BETES ET DIEU COMME ILS MANQUENT DE LIBERTE », IL RE-PONDiT QUE NOUS AVIONS ETE AUSSI GRANDS QUE LES RUSSES AU TEMPS DE NAPOLEON MAIS QUE MAINTENANT NOUS RESSEMBLIONS A UN ROQUET QUI MORD LES CHEVILLES D’UN GRAND ETAT IMPERIALISTE QUI PENSE A SES ENFANTS ET A L’AN 2000. DONT ACTE.


Marc Caro, dans Metal Hurlant n°98

Mode d’ emploi


« La liasse des ordres » doit se lire en extraits d’égale longueur comme si on en alimentait un appa­reil.

Faire cette lecture sans manifester la moindre expres­sion ni le moindre sentiment, sans hausser ni baisser le ton, de manière pseudo-classique ou pathétique. Mots et phrases doivent se succéder à un rythme égal.

Acte pesant, la « liasse » doit se présenter à l’audi­teur comme le livret des événements matériels.

L’ordre 05 pourra être lu par un second récitant, pa­rallèlement aux autres ordres ; ses phrases, entrecou­pées de longues pauses, couvriront le temps de lec­ture des ordres 01 à 09.


L’ordre 10 sera lu en guise de conclusion par le pre­mier récitant.

L’Auteur


LIASSES D’ORDRES

ordre 01


Quarante mille, sur un rang !
Repos. Les yeux fixés sur le manomètre : souder.
Regards fixes alignés.
Vérification de la ligne : salve.
Tir le long de la ligne.
Obus à dix millimètres des fronts.
Trente fronts effleurés : au rebut.
Régiment A à l’Est.
Colonne 10 à l’Ouest.
Vingt-neuf mille : sur place.

ordre 02

Chronomètres en marche
Aux métiers !
Debout.
Pause.
Attention maxima.
Présentation.
Branchement.
Automoteur.
Stop.
Trente secondes de pause.
Commutateur.
Opération B.
Procédé deux, procédé quatre.
Six.
Série 20, au travail.

Marc Caro, dans Metal Hurlant n°98

ordre 03

Médecins, auprès des rangs.
Augmenter la température.
L’élever de neuf dixièmes.
A la première dizaine
Petite pause.
Augmenter à cent.
Grande pause.
A mille E.
Aux métiers, aux truelles, aux microscopes !
Augmenter encore.
A cinq dizièmes.
Au million C.
A trente villes.
A vingt gouvernements.
Agit-canonnade.
Attaque-travail-extra.

ordre 04

Immeubles-prismes.
Liasse de vingt appartements.
Mise sous presse.
Écraser en parallélogrammes.
Serrer de trente degrés.
Roues et vis.
Quartier-tank.
Mouvement en diagonale.
Couper les rues sans dévier.
Mille calories supplémentaires aux ouvriers.

Marc Caro, dans Metal Hurlant n°98


ordre 05

Office des morts dans le cimetière des planètes.
Clameur dans les catacombes des mondes.
Par millions, dans les trappes du futur.
Par milliards, renforcez vos armes.
Bagne de l’esprit.
Cœur dans les fers.
Ingénieurisez les bourgeois.
Enfoncez la géométrie dans leurs crânes.
Les logarithmes dans leurs gestes.
Gâtez leur romantisme.
Des tonnes de mécontentement.
Normalisation des mots d’un pôle â l’autre.
Phrases selon le système décimal. Salle des machines des discours. Détruisez la littérature. Gutturalisez les tunnels. Contraignez-les à parler. Ciel peint en rouge pour créer l’excitation. Roues dentelées : vitesse supérieure. Cerveau-machine : changement. Œil-caméra : mise au point. Nerfs-électricité : travail. Artères-pompes : pompez.

ordre 06

Asie : entièrement en ré. Amérique : un accord au-dessus. Afrique : en si bémol. Radio-maître-de-chapelle. Violoncelle-cyclone en solo. Sur quarante tours : archet en mouvement. Orchestre le long de l’Equateur. Symphonie le long du septième parallèle. Chœurs le long du sixième méridien.
Cordes électroniques au centre de la terre.
Maintenir le globe terrestre dans la musique
pendant les quatre saisons.
Quatre mois de jeu pianissimo sur orbite.
Quatre minutes de volcan-fortissimo.
Interrompre une semaine.
Éclater en volcan-fortissimo-crescendo.
Maintenir six mois sur volcan.
Atténuer jusqu’au zéro.
Terminer le concert.

ordre 07

Bureau de répartition sur le Mont-Blanc. Commutateur Washington commandant l’Amérique. Radio-Calcutta pour le continent oriental. Télégraphistes : dormir pendant deux heures. Réveiller les opératrices pour cinq heures. Réhausser les plates-formes aériennes tous les dix mille kilomètres. Réparer vingt millions de culs-de-jatte. Chevaliser les habitants de l’Australie. Rajeunir de trente ans les Canadiens.


Erman Akçay’s Delicious Disasters

Erman Akçay ‘Alien Fetus’ 42x30cm, Digital Painting, 2022

Çizgiler uyumsuza seslenir. Çizgi bir sınır talebidir. Uyumsuzluğun sınır kaldıraçları renkleri, duyumları karıştırır. Erman Akçay’ın işleri de bu uyumsuz çizginin sınırlarını yokluyor. Onun dünyasında nefessiz kalmak mübah. Çünkü dünyayla cebelleşirken, dünyaya sataşırken aynı nefesi bırakamayız. Akçay’ın çizimlerinde bir korku geleneği hakim. Çağın sesini bu korkudan alıyor. Korku yerleşik bir sonuç olarak değil Munch’un çığlığını güncelleyerek bugüne geliyor. Ölü sesler, iskeletler, kuru kafalar, yarılmış bedenler, metafizik ve maddenin içinde sürüklenen özne sesini imgelerin korkusuyla birleştiriyor.

Bir uçta kendi yarattığı dünyanın sınırlarına hapsolmuş bir özne, diğer yanda bütün kayboluşlara rağmen yaşamda ayak direten bir sesleniş.

Dolunay Aker


Erman Akçay, Alien Portrait, 42x30cm, Charcoal/ Digital Painting, 2022

Erman Akçay, 1982 İstanbul doğumlu, Marmara Üniversitesi Güzel Sanatlar Fakültesi mezunu (2004), birçok farklı disiplinde işler üretmiş grafik sanatçısı, okur-yazar, eleştirmen, artizan.

Erman Akçay, born 1982 in Istanbul, graduated from Marmara University Fine Arts Faculty (2004), lives and works in Istanbul. He is a multi-media visual artist making paintings, artist books, zines and art prints. Akçay’s continuous artistic output began in 1990s, making punk-rock zines and graphic art.


Erman Akçay ‘Yamyam’, ‘Anne ve Çocuk’ mixed media, 2017
Sketches: Erman Akçay, charcoal on paper, 2021

Erman Akçay’s Delicious Disasters

Cemal Akyüz

Erman was born twenty four years ago. It was 80s and Mae West was dead. 20th century art history adore to classify all the modernists as post war babies driven by optimism (their parents at least) and had an illusion of progress. Which war? I don’t know, there were so many.

Artists who were born in 80’s clearly belong to 21st century. Allen Ginsberg already said it : America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world! Be in love with your life and let’s welcome them as creative and self-conscious artists of Generation Y.

Kids create in a kaleidoscopic reality, their country and their world – be it real, be it virtual – which is coming apart. He can link with his surroundings comfortably to colour it up and with same ease can contribute to an idea which can be as far as Holland. They question.

Erman is involved in a surreal Istanbul/ Izmir fanzine called Düzensiz or Disordered. It stroke the attention of the latest Portuguese surreal movement and he is invited to bless the exhibition with his youth along with his gang in an exhibition in Estremoz, a posthumous homage to all time great Portuguese surrealist, none other than Mario Cesariny. Quickly reshaped and put all his act together to wave his goodbye with a selection of dadaist collages and subhuman portraits.

More than anything Erman is a street producer. Cooperative soul of the street combines with his formal art training. Constant craving for decorating the streets of anonymous ugly metropols, sole efforts to give dynamism to the city without asking anything back, street artist is a street hero.

Sketch by TURBO, 2006
Erman Akçay ‘Alien Syndrome’ 2016

His series of black and white hand made large collages, surprisingly against the nature of famous collages we all are used to, consists only his own original work. Minimalist details of texture breath. Repetitive points, strikes, cloudy blurry images which are cut into perfect rectangular shapes and montaged to dada perfection. Rare colour assemblages dares to camp it up. Mother and child series consist picture perfect water colours which dash a tang of surrealist incapability. His Mona Lisa series are Marilyn Manson meets Condoleeza Rice, how scary can one get? Porcelain doll like faces with flies and insects coming out from the eyes, or is it just imagination? From streets to grotesque, from dada to pointism he is the perfect collage of his own persona, a strong but sentimental representation of phantasmagoria.

His youth attacks all intellectual creativity, that young man can make dada look fresh 90 years after, streets can be enjoyable playgrounds, and the dull old world an open air exhibition, you are all invited to take a piece with you from his artistic dandy.


Reproduction: Erman Akçay ‘Night of the Living Dead’ 21x15cm, digital painting (2015)
Erman Akçay ‘Basketcase’, ‘Woman’ mixed media, 2017
Erman Akçay ‘Untitled’ Texture Works (Dokubilim) 2015

“Bir elinin hala çocukluğunun kalbinde olması seni diğerlerinden ayıran nokta. Löpçük bana, asansör müziği eşliğinde çirkin bir çocuğun aynaya bakarak işlediği cinayetleri itiraf ettiği bir yayın organı gibi geliyor…” –Tan Tolga Demirci


Retina Decadence, Group Exhibition curated by Erman Akçay in İstanbul, 2020 (Poster Art by Zigendemonic) Right Wall by Cins

“Bu gece tesadüfen okudum çok başarılı buldum. Tabii ki sivri yanları var tartışılır yanları var provokatör dili var ama çok başarılı.” –Bedri Baykam

Erman Akçay ‘Cemetery Flowers’, bitmap graphic (14,8x21cm) – ‘Anxiety’ ink on paper (50x70cm) 2016

Evolution of Consciousness

The ways of seeing and perception in Art are various and imply vast imaginativeness and hallucination of humankind as well as reality. All opens its door to creativity, freedom, soul and mind etc. under society until Universe’s expansion become universal under minor and major entities and identities. Therefore I would say herein Retina Decadence Exhibition which is curated by Erman Akçay gathering international and Turkish artists all around world to take public attention differently on one of those vision of our times called Graphic Art. It is enigmatic, bizzare, sluggish, histeric and evilsake mixed in all and more under(upper)world which underlines/ minds/ pins the artificial being of human soul, its bizzare, absurd and discordant existance and sub-concious inbetween pain and passion meanwhile trying to find an exit through its striving illumination. This is what we should expect and except as well as include and tolarate and finally put into our mosaic of art-world in İstanbul or elsewhere in World to broaden our view of conciousness as implied by ist name Decadence is on continue in this World now and then Retina observes it by narrow and wide blinked mind and eye side from dark to light and from light to dark but in the end openness is everything in Contemporary World and its Art. Retina Decadence keeps this secret to whisper your perception by its sickness inside to be healed asif in effect of dark hole after Big-Bang occured out of scattered scene of existance.

Erkut Tokman, October 2020
Osmanağa, Kadıköy – İstanbul


Sketch by TURBO, 2006

KHAS VCD – OCULUS VCD Talks – Erman Akçay ile Sokak Sanatı ve Fanzinler (Moderatör: Yunus Emre Öztaş)

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Karikatür: Yiğit Özgür

Bir Yaz Gecesi Rüyası: Ezgi Mutlu

Solist: Ezgi İrem Mutlu, Piyano: Erkan Mutlu

İstanbul’un en turistik yerlerinden biri olan Galata Kulesi ve çevresindeki eğlence mekânları, özellikle yaz aylarında cıvıl cıvıldır. İstanbul’a gelip de Galata’da eğlenmeyen yoktur herhalde. En azından arkasına Galata Kulesi’ni alıp fotoğraf çektirmeyen yoktur.

Galata’ya yolu düşenlerin son günlerde uğrak bir mekânı var. Çünkü yaklaşık iki aydır Galata’daki Barnathan Oteli’nin lobisinden çok özel bir sesin şarkıları, Beyoğlu’nun ışıkları arasından müzikseverlerin kalbine işliyor.

İşte o sesin sahibi, 9 yaşından beri solist olarak sahneye çıkan ve müzik deneyimini Sorbonne Paris 3 Tiyatro Bölümü’ne kadar taşıyan, ardından da lisans ve yüksek lisans programından yazar ve yönetmen olarak mezun olan Ezgi İrem Mutlu.

2007 yılından beri kendi bestelerini de seslendirmeye başlayan ve ses tasarımında kendi melodilerini yaratırken vokallerde synthesizer, akustik piyano ve yarı dijital ve analog enstrümanlara ses kaydı yapan Ezgi İrem, Sorbonne’daki eğitimini tamamladıktan sonra 2016 yılında davet aldığı İstanbul Devlet Tiyatrosu’nda yeteneklerini sergilemeye başlamış. İki yıl boyunca “Çehov Makinesi” ve “Narnia Günlükleri”nde oyunculuk, Tiyatro 9 tarafından sahneye konulan “Eksiği Var Fazlası Yok” oyununun ise solistliğini yapmış. Çeşitli dizi, film ve reklam filmlerinde oyunculuğunu sergileyen Ezgi İrem, halen birçok farklı projede şarkıcı, söz yazarı, oyuncu ve dansçı olarak çalışıyor.

Ezgi İrem Mutlu ‘Darağacında Eldivenler’ One woman project

Haziran ayında Fête de la Musique’in 40. yıl dönümü Edith Piaf, France Gall, Gainsbourg, Boris Vian, Charles Aznavour ve Enrico Macias’ın Fransızca şarkılarını seslendiren Ezgi İrem Mutlu, salgın döneminde de boş durmamış. Pandemi nedeniyle çevrimiçi olarak yapılan Akbank Kısa Film Yarışması’nda jüri, “Birbirinden farklı sinemasal anlatıların gücünü başarıyla harmanlayarak sadece ama sadece bugüne ait bir film ortaya koyması sebebiyle” değerlendirmesini yaparak 429 eser arasından Ezgi İrem Mutlu’nun “Darağacında Eldivenler” adlı kısa film çalışmasını ödüle layık bulmuş.

Global Chillers (küresel üşütenler/bir sanat ve sanatçı eleştirisi)

Saint Joseph’e giderken tiyatro kulübünde Antigone sahneleyip aynı zamanda dans ederken, yarı zamanlı müzikal eğitimine başlayan Ezgi İrem Mutlu, Haldun (Dormen) ustanın “Amphitryon” oyunu ile profesyonel olarak sahneye adım atmış. Fransa’da tiyatro yazarlık ve yönetmenlik okurken, le Trac Café de “Cabaret Barré” isimli bir oyun ile kabare de yapan genç sanatçı, aynı oyunu Sorbonne’daki sınıf arkadaşlarıyla birlikte yazıp sahnelemiş. Oyunculuğun yanı sıra canlı müzik ve çeşitli elektronik müzik performanslarında sahne alan Ezgi İrem, 2019 senesinde elektronik müzik üzerine mod synth çalıp ve üstüne söz yazıp şarkı da söylemiş.

Genç sanatçının o kadar anlatılası yeteneği var ki, hani gerçek anlamda “10 parmağında 10 marifet” derler ya, işte öyle. Tiyatro, resim, fotoğraf, sinema filmleri, sosyoloji ve tıpla ilgilenen ve bu alanlarda kendini geliştirmeyi hayat felsefesi haline getiren Ezgi İrem, Barnathan Oteli’nin lobisinde müzikseverlere muhteşem bir müzik şöleni sunuyor.

Fransızca, Türkçe, İspanyolca ve Yunanca şarkılar seslendirirken aldığı tiyatro ve oyunculuk eğitimiyle de kendisini dinlemeye gelenlerle müthiş bir bağ kuruyor. Müziğin ritmiyle dansçılığını da birleştiren genç sanatçı, Galata Kulesi görüntüsüyle süslenen sahnesini müzikal bir kabareye çeviriyor. Sahne aldığı iki saat boyunca izleyicilerine bir yaz gecesi rüyası yaşatıp Galata’dan Dünya turuna çıkarıyor.

Ezgi İrem Mutlu ‘Hey Woman!’ 2011

Şu sıralar da “Baraka” adlı yabancı bir filmde savaş muhabiri rolünü canlandırıyor Ezgi İrem.

Böylesi eşsiz bir sesi ve yeteneği izleme fırsatını kaçırmayın derim.

Benden söylemesi.

– Erol Işık


Rezervasyon ve ayrıntılı bilgi için: @thebarnathan


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Evil on the Street: Bizon Murat & Siya Siyabend

Siyasiyabend sahnede, 2013

“Sokak müziği yoktur,

müzik sokakta olmalıdır”

Bizon Murat, Devrim Ck. ile beraber 1995 ilkbaharında bir proje olarak Siya Siyabend’i kurmuş, sonraları Murat, Ahmet, Memduh, Okan, Pascal, Garbis, Orçun, Ferhat, Hakan ve diğer pek çok müzik adamıyla çalışmışlardır.

Siyasiyabend 90’larda başlayan, çeşitli enstrumanlardan ses çıkarmayı seven ve bunu birlikte yapmaktan hoşlanan bir grup insanın uzun, derin ve badireli bir yol arkadaşlığının; temelde köklü bir müzik sevgisine ve insanlığın bilgi-kültür mirasını özümseme ve yaşama arzusuna dayalı bir yolculuğun ürünü olarak ortaya çıktı.

Birçok farklı stüdyoda farklı sound denemelerine girişip değişik tarzlarda ürünler verdiler. Bunun yanında kısa filmler için müzik yaptılar. Fatih Akın’ın yönetmenliğini yaptığı Sound of İstanbul / Crossing The Bridge, köprüyü geçmek adlı belgeselde yer aldılar.

SSB ayrıca sokağı da önemli bir sahne olarak gördü. Türkiye’de sokaktaki müziğinin öncülerinden oldu. Bu konuda şu söylemleri ilgi çekicidir: “Sokak müziği yoktur, müzik sokakta olmalıdır”

SSB 2008’den beridir Erdem Göymen, Hakan Özboz, Murat Toktaş ve Devrim Ck, 2010’da Cansun Küçüktürk’ün katılımıyla oluşan çekirdek kadrosuyla, diğer müzisyenler ve görsel sanatçılarla ortaklaşarak, kayıtlar yapmaya konserler vermeye devam ediyorlar.

Burak Abatay / birgun.net

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Yaşamın İzinde programı: Bizon Murat (Nûve Medya) 2021

“There is no street music,

the music should be on the street”

Bizon Murat, Devrim Ck. together with Siya Siyabend as a project in the spring of 1995, they later worked with Murat, Ahmet, Memduh, Okan, Pascal, Garbis, Orçun, Ferhat, Hakan and many other musicians.

Political friendship of a group of people who started in the 90’s, likes to make sounds from various instruments and likes to do it together; basically emerged as the product of a journey based on a deep-rooted love of music and the desire to absorb and live the knowledge-cultural heritage of humanity.

They experimented with different sounds in many different studios and produced products in different styles. Besides, they made music for short films. They took part in the documentary Sound of Istanbul / Crossing The Bridge, directed by Fatih Akın.


Recorded in Kadikoy Sahne, Murat Bizon With wonderful band.

The SSB also saw the street as an important stage. Murat Serhaşi Toktaş became one of the pioneers of street music in Turkey. The following statements on this subject are interesting: “There is no street music, music should be on the street”

Since 2008, SSB has been continuing to record and give concerts in partnership with other musicians and visual artists, with its core staff formed with the participation of Erdem Göymen, Hakan Özboz, Murat Toktaş and Devrim Ck, and Cansun Küçüktürk in 2010.

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