Autumn Thoughts II

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I wish life were better. I wish away all these people with their statistics and measurements, the ones who measure happiness-factors and one’s adaptability to a poisonous environment. Go to another universe, leave us alone, you number-crunchers, you SHOULD-people, you insane grey civil servants of a universe that is dunked into business goo and the idea of ‘everything can be measured’ and ‘we all must be an average of these measurements’ that are illusions. This defines new normality that has been called neurosis some time ago. Now it is normal to be self-centred, phobic, to sell your loved ones on the free market, sleep four hours a day and do everything to beat mortality by inhaling deadly health foods and thinking deadly limited thoughts, by starving yourself to death and believing you starve yourself to life. This is new normality. It is a cult of death masked as a cult of eternal life. So some of my past partners or lovers have become part of this, as so many middle-aged men (and women). Somebody told me this is their biological drive (fear of mortality equals lack of empathy, living for your own needs only, giving in to the urge of having as much [emotionally detached] sex as possible with as many people as possible, depersonalising the random objects of your desire  [one storyline in tabloid New Darwinism: biologically men have to spread their seed randomly, therefore they need casual sex and extramarital affairs, while women have to take care of their offspring, so they are monogamous]). Luckily, offspring grows up, so women must be allowed (in populist Neo-Darwinian and other speak) to have as many sexual encounters as they want when older. Did somebody misunderstand Evolutionary Psychology?

In a hypercapitalist society the question arises if sex is a biological necessity, a romantic storyline or consumption of goods and exchange of favours with the guidelines that all interactions have to comply with market strategies and fit into a neoliberal worldview.  Looking at political actions and social relations there seems to be a ‘biologically induced’ urge to defame or even destroy others, tribes, races, genders, species, the earth, planets and universes in the name of superiority and exploitation. Is there a biological need to cause demise (rotating around oneself [individual, ideology, interest, position and market value], the solitary planet disguised as star) and not to embrace the world (everything else and oneself)? I doubt it. One narrative is, ‘I (we) do not mind what happens with the world, as I (we) have to die anyway’, another one, ‘We don’t want anybody (offspring, other species, autonomous hybrids or machines)  to replace us as we are working on our own (physical) immortality‘. Of course, we have the choice to interact, be social, ethical (in all its fluidity), utopian without being dystopian, socially conscious and less exploitative (I am a realist), to save the planet (or at least not destroy it), be kind and attentive to others and to ourselves, etc. Meanwhile, the universe will go on and it will end without humans and humanoids observing, interfering or killing (each other).

I ask myself, is this it?

Music:

La vie en rose, Grace Jones, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYkVtz6ozJE

Is this it, No Turning Back, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRLCwW0mCUc

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Autumn Thoughts

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Like my grandmother I am a doomed woman, and – so I am told – a beautiful one. My grandmother was so pretty that the students in her hometown wrote postcards to her with ‘I have to see you and I can’t sleep’ stuff, while the only thing she did was looking through the curtains of a window in a town house.  At the beginning of the 20th century she had been young and beautiful, and she was stubborn throughout her life. Grandmother, so my mother told me, had been a rather unconventional and strong-minded woman. No wonder that my grandfather had to take a mistress, as – in my mother’s words – grandma had been elegant and eccentric, emotionally cold and quite egotistic. Therefore, I was told, he had to have a female on his side who gave him warmth and pleasure and was ‘normal’, somebody who was a bit voluptuous and with a full bust.  My mother was convinced of my grandmother’s culpability until her death. Nevertheless my mother loved her mother and she took care of her until she died, putting her into a hospice when she was terminally ill with cancer and visiting  several times a week.

My father had been brought up with strange values. Female artists, dancers, actors or visual ones were only good for affairs, while educated women like scientists or professors were marriage ‘material’; even writers were tolerated. Father had married a nurse, who wanted to be a fashion designer, but could not fulfill her dream because of my grandfather’s political stance against the Nazis.  My father refused to be informed about my art studies until one day before his death. I made peace with him, but am not sure if he still believed that I was only mistress ‘material’.

In my long relationship with a man (an ex), whose family history is as much entangled and tragic as my family history, I was told that I should have stayed a banker or at least have studied physics (something I had planned when younger), but never should have become an artist. Somehow I was perceived as tainted and slightly odd (eccentric). Probably I was only material for an affair. I believed that on the turn from the 20th to the 21st century times had changed, and 19th century values were not relevant anymore.

When I woke up this morning and looked out of the window I felt like my grandmother about 100 years ago,  although I did not receive postcards from young students telling me about their sleepless nights. I had to realise that I was the only one, who could not sleep.

Music:

Lotte Lenya sings Kurt Weill’s ‘The Seven Deadly Sins’, You Tube

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Crazy normality – normal craziness

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We live in strange times. Today Osborne (let’s call him Georgie) announced the UK budget (mainly cuts). This enforces possible and already existing horrors like the need for more food banks and unemployed people being made responsible for unemployment (and punished) hence distracting from the dire economic state caused by the banks. This will lead to people needing to lend money from rogue lenders, creating more poverty (there is some envy and anger here in the UK, mainly by people who need to blame somebody, to find scapegoats. This is a rather common though nasty habit not only in the UK). The Tories  are playing political games with people (people are like chess figures for them perhaps). More importantly, there is an article in the Guardian that 139 people complained about the low cut dress the VOICE (BBC1) presenter had worn on Saturday — Gosh, I would like to have this problem, being more concerned with a low cut dress than with a country ruled by politicians, who think that budget cuts will show the ‘plebs’ that one has to be born into money and keep it offshore (despite some noises indicating that offshore companies will be taxed). Lots of austerity, lots of hypocrisy, perhaps no growth in economy, Little England trying to blame Europe, the big spying scandal – commercial espionage — etc. etc. And on top of it, oh Guardian, you get it sometimes wrong. ‘How to wear a leather jacket’ with really expensive jackets and dresses, perhaps to let us forget austerity times, or as a goodwill gesture for the new class of middle-aged Tory voters, who are not really concerned by the cuts. Not at all.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/fashion/video/2013/jun/26/how-to-dress-leather-jackets-video

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Photo sources: http://www.wildechoes.org/, The Guardian

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Family History – Auguste and Inge

Gudrun Bielz, “Box”, Private Virtual Worlds, London 2004

Lets face it. My father’s family was conservative, a family that was at least hundred years behind in values and manners and generally saw men as providers and women as emotional nurses. They were also a family that valued education and knowledge and came from a staunch Protestant background with its strong work ethics and moral codes.

My male cousin – and I will forgive him for this – as he has grown up in an oppressive regime – has become as conservative as possible and needs to rewrite history his way (as I obviously need to do it my way). He has not only told me that we descend from humble people, ignoring the achievements of Auguste, my aunt and Inge, my cousin, but also dismissed my father’s story about the zoologist in the 19th century, my father’s family heroe, who was responsible for his middle name. My cousin has tried to smash into pieces our own family mythology, where my father had always regretted not having become a zoologist; and even my brother is telling his own zoology myth today. Yes, the family had a humble background, too. Partly they were farmers and land owners, who – in my cousin’s own words – owned vine yards and forests. Perhaps, this had enabled them to send all their kids to grammar schools and universities?

My aunt had studied physics in the 1930s. This was quite an unusual subject for women in those days; and as far as I know, she had taught physics in a Gymnasium (grammar school) until her death of stomach cancer at the age of forty. My cousin Inge studied the same discipline. The women in our family were the academic ones in the 20th century. They had also married men, who were less educated and, if I can trust my parents’ observations, had not fared too well because of this.

I am going to celebrate their achievements; and I do want to correct my cousin’s narrative, who – for his own reasons – has to be hostile and never mentions the strength of the women in this family, but has told me that he had to shoot at paper figures of American, British and French soldiers as part of his school curriculum, when he was a young boy.

Auguste (who died very young) and Inge, this is for you. Well done. I am so sorry that my knowledge about you is rather sketchy. This is part of our family story, too. Too much has been swept under the carpet.

Music:

Ann Peebles. “How Strong is a Woman”. 1971. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Twr7zYb5Gmw

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In memory of my father

My father

Tomorrow is my father’s birthday. March 18th. My father is dead.

So I am sad. I am thinking about my father and that I loved him. I loved him despite all the mistakes he had made.  I loved him because he was a good father to me. He was a tender person, full of stories and poetry, full of ideas and love for technology, full of his past as a sportsperson and an officer in the infamous 3rd Reich. Soldiering had left him with a severe disability.  He was full of shattered dreams and full of the past of an empire that his family had inhabited. He had changed my nappies when I was a baby; and he got the shock of his life when my originally black hair (at birth) turned into blonde. He wanted me to be a female Mini-Him. 🙂 I was of course a me, a maximal me. And he knew this.

Music:

Johann Sebastian Bach. Toccata and Fugue in D minor. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVJD3dL4diY

Film:

Austin Powers. Dr. Evil and Mini Me song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOgzvUO94E0

Photo source: Gudrun Bielz

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La Draculina – un fotoromanzo breve

Blood, blood – I am starving …. I am losing my paleness.

For heaven’s sake this is not on. Draculina HAS TO BE PALE.

A blood transfusion from heaven. My paleness is my lifeline.

My heart must pump white ink into the system.

Thanks heaven. You have heard me, oh great ink spilling clouds.

Paleness has found its way back into life. Viva la Draculina.

Back to normal. Pale as ever. Eureka.

Music: Film music from Dracula. 1992. Directed by Francis Ford Coppola. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9E-yYkVQmg8

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Other wordpress blogs by Gudrun Bielz

http://gudrunbielz.wordpress.com/
https://gudrunbielz1.wordpress.com/
http://arctificialterritory.wordpress.com/

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