Disclaimer: Please read this poem under the lighter shadeI’ve added a bit of ginger to give it a slightly warmer tasteNot pointing fingers at any …REBLOG: ‘The Number Game’ by Navin Manik
dancing darts darknesses darkness drapes tense dancing toward time trashing dross tales and I see her shaking the dance is not the dancer and pain is realistic
The video clip above was the writing prompt in this workshop run by Eva, who has two texts on this blog.
Before today, I did not know anything about Butoh, a Japanese dance form. Ankoku Butō (暗黒舞踏) = the Dance of Darkness.
Gosh, I had been meaning to do this for a long time: write a few sentences about a film I saw, a book I read, something I heard. And here we go, the first one:
This German film came out last year. I heard people talk about it, because this story was still in them. Metabolizing. It was screened yesterday in the Digital Gym, with English subtitles, so I went.
The sujet, based on historical events: The last death sentence in the 40 years of East German history. Executed. At close range. The closest range possible. In 1981. The East German Stasi killed one of their own.
For me, one of those films where I focused on the story, felt it, lived in it. The warped, inhumane manipulation of people in the Stasi and outside of it. Manipulating and being manipulated. Each on their own. Cleverly and brutally enmeshed. Soon after their greed sucked them into tentacles of the secret service. Horrific and human. In its weaknesses.
The film-making and acting must have been very good; I got gripped by the story, the characters, the tension. I saw David Striesow – here the commanding Stasi officer – in Ich bin dann mal weg / I am off then (2015), when he played the loveable Hape Kerkeling walking the Camino de Santiago. In Nahschuss, he is traumatized, empty, and nasty.