9 ʒиN1 при участии русскоязычных работников культуры, в настоящий момент пребывающих во франции *сноска с описанием концепции зина и этого номера, в т.ч. принцип сбора материала (проходит одной строкой через все 24 страницы зина) 24 часа ?? 08 2023* room for trans lations This ʒiN [self-published zine] began as a game between two people that led to this text in 11-point font within the confines of digital A4 format, which is simultaneously written by these two over the hour. We are going to select artist’ finished works, which will then be interpreted [translated]. And then artists will have to present their reactions to this interpretation. All this will then be translated together by that two, and once again translated into an international PDF interactive format. That would be the resulted ʒiN. This last point indicates that artists’ reactions to interpretations of their work [translations of translations] could be wide-ranging, and their format will have to be converted in some way into something that can be wrapped in PDF ʒiN. We promise to handle with these multi-level translations and publicly present the result as a PDF ʒiN. Multitudes are natural states of languages, natures, worlds, livings, deads, not yet borns. They even have natural aesthetic properties that could be described as beauties, but this already injects intentions that could not have been there in the origin conditions of languages. Spontaneously precipitating aesthetics appeal should not be a barrier in the ways. Rather as interpretations in languages than direct translations into other [including national] languages. And since it is interpreted by two at once, the overall result will emerge in the crack between these polypositions. One of the fantastic outcomes of this joint efforts will be the definitions of this cracks as a possible space for the chance of revealing an opaque commonality that can be translated as “human” or as that what emerges between “human beings”. Ideas of translations, as intentions rather than tools, could guide us into the spaces between pluralities. Crucial distinctions are that the intentions of translations are not aimed to know or understand, they are aimed to mutual interchanges. Translations can be performed by anyone with such intentions. Key focuses are sharpening towards desires of Relations and putting it at the hearts of the motions. And by translating in a head-to-heart moving, there could be senses of relief, which can be expressed by the words: trip off the tongues. Or: roll off the tongues. Per se. Selfintentions. Interpretations are one of the species of translations. Actually, perceptions, allowing oneself to focus on something. This focuses themselves are already motions of translations. Johncage’s “Listen to the noise and you will hear music” is the permission to sharpen oneself in the directions of sonic perceptions and at these moments are translations from “noises” to “musics”, i.e., nothing happened and was not created, but translations took place. The acts of listening to other languages occurred. And this revealed the cracks. Here may be built what could be translated to one into the other afterwards. And in it, as the inhabitants of Three(poly) dimensionality enter the space of Flatland, that two people with some of their pieces are immersed in a specially created spaces that has specific volumes and its own unique features, the pieces that remain outside will be able to convey what does not fit into the Procrustean bed of ordinariness-in-haste. Altogether, this is a rather dispensable words (it is worth saying that the whole importance of this textual indivi_dual works lies precisely in its very dispensability), directed by an attentive curiosities about mutual sharing and a critical sharpening to existing tools of togetherness. Room for Translations THERE, as the utmost unattainable, but desirable. Translation as a pretext, in reality as a series of efforts to move from one state via states of the Other to other now. “It would be more beautiful to live in a symphony of languages than in some reduced universal monolingualism - neutral and standardized. There is one thing we can be sure of: a lingua franca [...] is always apoetical.” Édouard Glissant, Poetics of Relation lingua franca Междуречье Семиречье Многоречье [river] [speech] root word (eng.) vernacular language Жетісу Многоріччя [river] [water] toponymy (eng.) Mesopotamia Zhetysu Mnohorichchya direct meaning (eng.) Interfluve Sevenfluve Polyfluve [river] [flow] possible meaning (eng.) Interlingual Sevenlingual Polylingual
The cover of this zine was sent to the ten artists as an invitation to participate in the translations processes, an invitation to the Translation Room. Two Denis (Avallon + Berlin) committed to taking one work from each of the 10 participants and translating them into other languages. We immediately gave up the pressure of national languages and came to see translations as a wider and more crucial process. The process was online dialogic the whole time. [translation] we walked the author’s work through the translation process {author’s comment} the author did or did not comment on the translations The whole process of inviting authors to participate, dialogic translations, creating comments, layout, and final reflections on what happened took 4.5 months. Our reflections on the practice of translations are given in text on the last pages of this zine. Many thanks to all participants in this exciting process for their generosity, engagement, insights and inspirations! همحر معنم [Abdelmoneim Mohammed Rahamtalla] poem & video 3-5 aa-e 정연 [Yuni (Hoa Yun) Chung] installation 6-8 yunichung.com Andrés Montes Zuluaga series of photo actions 9-10 andresmonteszuluaga.com Алтын Капал(ова), Кина Юсуп(ова), Аида Мусулманкул(ова) [Altyn Kapal(ova)], [Kina Yusup(ova)], [Aida Musulmankul(ova)] sound installation 11-13 altyn_kapalova aida.musulmankulova ანდრო დადიანი [Andro Dadiani] performance 14-15 androdadiani.com Fernanda Aloi performance 16-18 fernanda.aloi Elizabeth Clément, Silvia Gigliodoro video 19-21 elizabethclement.com silviagigliodoro.com Grace Euna Kim urban actions 22-24 euna-kim.com HMOT (Stas Shärifulla) music 25-26 hmot.club فّيطل يلع دمحم [Mohamed-Ali Ltaief] performance 27-28 m-ltaief.com 2 < >
Colère / بَّضَغ ( poem & video ) همحر معنم ABDELMONEIM MOHAMMED RAHAMTALLA بَّضَغ ، بَّضَغ ، ءامَّسلا َقلاَف بَّضَغ ضِرألا ىِّقاَش ، فيِعَّضلا لُّض رُبَّصلا و فيِزَّنلا وهاَج رُبَّصلا ىّتح رحَّتنإ ، كّترف وحور ىف ، بَّضَغ ، قرَّولا اه نِم بَّضَغ كِرَعَّلا اه نِم ، جورِخلا نذِإ ، لوخِدلا نذِإ قرو جالِعلا نذإ ، فِرَّصلا نذإ قرو لِكألا قرو ، بارَّشلا قرو ةايَحلا قرو قرو ىِف لُّكاي لِماك ِبعَّش خااي ولُّكو ةمَّصب ىل راظتنإ رحب وأ مِتِخ ةعطَّل ، بَّضَغ مِرو لوُزلا ام ، بَّضَغ ميرَك ناسنإ لِّزَت تُكسَت سوفِنلا اه نِم ولاَح ىب ناسنإ .بلَّكلا و طِّقلا و ةريطلل ماَقملا ىِّدَت و Anger, An anger that tears the sky and cracks the earth And patience; the shadow of the weak; bleeds His soul has killed itself Anger, Anger at these papers and this endless kneading Papers authorising entry and exit Authorisation papers for changing clothes, for care Paper for drinking, eating Paper for life... A whole people eating paper And all that, my brother, For a stamp, an imprint or a signature Anger, I swell with anger Anger, Who are these people who continue to humiliate Man, A perfect human being And who give value, even after death, to birds, cats and dogs And the dog? / DeepL’s transcription / Colère, Une colère qui déchire le ciel et fissure la terre Et la patience ; l’ombre du faible ; saigne Son âme s’estsuicide Colère, Colère de ces papiers et de ce pétrissage interminable Papier d’autorisation d’entrée, de sortie Papier d’autorisation de change, de soins Papier pour boire, pour manger Papier pour la vie… Un peuple entier qui mange du papier Et tout cela, mon frère, Pour un cachet, une empreinte ou une signature Colère, J’enfle de colère Colère, Qui sont ces gens qui continuent à humilier l’Homme, Un être humain parfait Et qui donnent de la valeur, même après la mort, aux oiseaux, au chat et au chien Et le chien ? 3 < > LINK TO THE VIDEO
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: راظتنا اهَراوُن لوُتَب هَردّش تّحاَم و تَّساَم هرَطَملا هَيجاَر ، درَّولا ونيع زّمرَغ هَرَظَتنإ وُقاَس نِم لُّضلا مغَج هميَغلا اهحوُر ةَّيوم تَّقهَش حيِر ىِف هناَمشَع هَرَطَملا بيجَت اَهناَصغأ زِّهَت وُرصَب و وُتريصَب ِضرألا محِر لَّجنَف ، َّتيَه و قُّدنُّبلا قلَح ىِف هَقلَط تَّفَقَو هرِظَتنُم كِّتلا وقوُش و وفوُخ ىِف لُّكلا و هرِظَتنُم ضَّمحتإ مِلاَحلا يِّيَز ريتَك و ىارَب هَردَش ىَب فيَّصلا ملِح هَّرَحلا سمَّش ىَب اَتِّشلا و يِّيَز ريتَك و ىارَب روُرشَم فوُفصَملا هَبرُغ ىَل هَبرُغ نِم ةَرخَّص ىل هّلَهَس دَهدَهَم و طوُحشَم هلَغَش و هَماَقِإ ىِجاَر هرَطَملا َلغُّش ىِدلَب رِّدشَت هرَهَض و ةَلدَع اَرحَص و ىِداو هَرمَّقلل ليلَّلا ىِناَت نِم دوعَي هرَطَملل ميَغلا و دوعي و دوُعن و . هردش ىل ريطلا WAITING By Abdelmoneim Rahamtalla / DeepL’s transcription / The tree bends down waiting for the rain With a wink, the rose sucks the shadow from its stem, waiting for rain The cloud inhales its soul, dreaming of a wind that pushes it along The womb of the earth has widened and is preparing to be fertilised A bullet waits in the chamber of a rifle Everyone, decomposed by time, frozen by fear and tension, is waiting for the click of the trigger I, and many dreamers like me We dream as summer dreams of a leafy tree And like winter dreams of a blazing sun I, and many dreamers like me In the endless queue with no guarantees From exile to immigration From plain to rock Standing on my restless feet Hoping for work and a home Like the rain that makes my country green Valleys and deserts Night returns again to its moon And the cloud to its rain And we return, and the birds return to their trees. ATTENTE De Abdelmoneim Rahamtalla Traduit par Hicham Mansouri L’arbre s’est penché en attendant la pluie D’un clin d’œil, la rose aspire l’ombre de sa tige en attendant la pluie Le nuage inhale son âme rêvant d’un vent qui le pousse L’utérus de la terre s’est élargi et se prepare pour être fécondé Une balle attend dans la chambre d’un fusil Tout le monde, décomposé par le temps, figé par la peur et la tension, attend le clic du déclencheur Moi, et beaucoup de rêveurs comme moi On rêve comme l’été rêve d’un arbre feuillu Et comme l’hiver rêve d’un soleil ardent Moi, et beaucoup de rêveurs comme moi Dans la queue interminable et sans garantie De l’exil à l’immigration D’une plaine à un rocher Debout sur mes pieds sans repos Dans l’espoir d’un travail et d’un logement Comme la pluie qui rend mon pays vert Vallées et déserts La nuit retourne de nouveau à sa lune Et le nuage à sa pluie Et on retourne, et les oiseaux retournent à leurs arbres. {author’s comment} 5 < >
Until the 1990s, bathrooms were not considered as conductive places, nor places of comfort and relaxation. They were places simply designated for “Cleaning” and often included a washing machine, toilet, and sink. Many TV shows and films featured scenes that show the shower at a similar height as the sink, people filling up their washbasins with water to wash their face, and people knocking on the bathroom door to hurry each other to vacate the place. In contrast, the images of bathrooms displayed through media in the recent years are modern, pleasant, refreshing, and closer to a private space. In TV shows, people suffering inner conflicts are often seen organizing their thoughts under pouring water from the shower, and celebrities on reality shows are shown relaxing in their luxurious marble bathtubs. Bathrooms now become a well-designed, everyday spaces of consumption. In the medieval times, water used in purification rituals or baptisms was considered to purify the soul and exorcise evil spirits. It seems that similar rituals are being revived in the modern bathroom. However, are these really purification, or are these hidden rituals well-designed to make people endure the fatigue that lies ahead. We repeatedly wash away every filth, confusion, and unhealthiness in the bathroom to become a clean self, free from all complications. New products to maintain cleanliness appear every day. The constantly renewed image of cleanliness open up more options and demands more effort to achieve it. What this multiplicity produces however, is not more satisfaction, but more anxiety. The matter of staying away from impurity, and the constant parting from absolute purity. Images associated with cleanliness are far from the natural state of humans. Researches that show a certain amount of germs and bacteria are in fact good for humans are no longer newsworthy. It is also clear that the production of hygiene products are actually destructing the ecosystem. In this respect, this is the moment when we need a new purpose for cleanliness and bathrooms to facilitate it. Bathroom 욕실 ( installation ) Instagram 정연 YUNI CHUNG HOA YUN 6 < >
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“The bathroom is not just a space made of solid stone. Here, our language is soaked in water. It is always wet, flowing, blurring, revealing the hidden.” {author’s comment} 8 < >
23/04/2020 Caída #91 ( series of photo actions ) MONTES ZULUAGA ANDRÉS En conmemoración de Ernesto Guisurama Nacabera. 23-03-2020. Colombia, Valle del Cauca, Bolivar, El Naranjal. Ernesto fue asesinado el 18 de marzo en el municipio Puerto Santander, Santander. Guisurama Nacabera pertenecía al pueblo Embera y era uno de los líderes del resguardo del Cañón de Las Garrapatas; él y su familia fueron atacados por dos hombres sin identificar que se movilizaban en una moto y que dispararon contra las personas que se encontraban al interior de la vivienda. En ese atentado, su hermano Omar también perdió la vida y dos familiares resultaron heridos. Investigación en proceso. Ofrendo una caída a cada una de las personas que sean asesinadas por haber pertenecido a la extinta guerrilla o por su activismo social en Colombia. ‘Nabba o Las caídas’ es una suspensión en el tiempo de la entrega del peso a la madre tierra, un instante congelado previo a la horizontalidad. Esta vez, ocuparé una fotografía del archivo porque estoy en aislamiento. Esta vez, caigo en Real del Monte. Acá, en las montañas donde mexicas tomaban los metales preciosos para ofrendar a Huitzilopochtli; encuentre consuelo, compañía y poder Ernesto Guisurama Nacabera para que su voz y su vida resuenen en cada rincón de nuestro ser. Fecha de la fotografía: 12-01-2020. Lugar: Real del Monte, México. Fotografía: Andrés Montes Zuluaga. In commemoration of Ernesto Guisurama Nacabera. 23-03-2020. Colombia, Valle del Cauca, Bolivar, El Naranjal. Ernesto was assassinated on 18 March in the municipality of Puerto Santander, Santander. Guisurama Nacabera belonged to the Embera people and was one of the leaders of the Cañón de Las Garrapatas reservation; he and his family were attacked by two unidentified men on a motorbike who shot at the people inside the house. In this attack, his brother Omar also lost his life and two family members were injured. Investigation in progress. I offer a fall to each of the people who are killed for having belonged to the extinct guerrilla or for their social activism in Colombia. Nabba o Las caídas’ is a suspension in time of the delivery of the weight to mother earth, a frozen instant prior to horizontality. This time, I will occupy a photograph from the archive because I am in isolation. This time, I fall in Real del Monte. Here, in the mountains where Mexicas took the precious metals to offer to Huitzilopochtli; find comfort, company and power Ernesto Guisurama Nacabera so that his voice and his life resonate in every corner of our being. Date of photograph: 12-01-2020. Location: Real del Monte, Mexico. Photograph: Andrés Montes Zuluaga. 09-01-2020 Caída #4 18-01-2020 Caída #19 08-02-2020 Caída #41 05-03-2020 Caída #69 9 < >
[translation] whistling.mp3 a chorus of falling whistles 3 Audio files downloaded from freesound.org were used to create the track: - 233569__nbild__whistle - 235771__lex777__teakettle_whistle_01 - 607834__department64__whistlingair_humanitone_07 cancellation of gravity Schrödinger’s cat sound tension struggle resistance won’t let go draw a line 10 < >
Жарылган-Тоо ( Sound kinetic installation ) АЛТЫН КАПАЛ(ОВА) КИНА ЮСУП(ОВА) АИДА МУСУЛМАНКУЛ(ОВА) [ALTYN KAPAL(OVA)] [KINA YUSUP(OVA)] [AIDA MUSULMANKUL(OVA)] A memorial installation, a monument to the victims of the Central Asian Revolt that began in 1916 but continued into the 1930s. Үркүн [Urkun]. The place is no accident. All my childhood I looked at this “Broken Mountain” from the bench near the village house of my grandparents. My grandfather told me that “Zharylgan-Too” was the result of an earthquake in 1911, a small village was left under the collapsed mountain. I thought that this is symbolic and dramatic, because the Kyrgyz forced to flee, died not only from the bullets of the soldiers of the colonizers’ army, they also died because of the most difficult climatic and weather conditions, unable to pass the glaciers and narrow canyons, fell with their cattle into the chasms; where it was very high it was impossible to stop, because there was nothing to breathe, and there was no strength to go, and people just froze in the mountains, leaving children with one piece of bread. And all these stories will be on our site, they are all honest, painful and bitter and very personal. And this is the story of my family too, not someone’s colonial and post-colonial theories. North shore of Issyk-Kul, turn at the main traffic light in Ananyevo village towards the mountains. Accurate geolocation: https://goo.gl/maps/dQByKJRoacV6ZU436 On the memorial tablet I wrote in Kyrgyz: In the mountains between Kyrgyzstan and China, the bodies of thousands of people who, persecuted by colonizers, were forced to flee to a foreign country to save their lives and the lives of their loved ones were left behind... link to the video Authors: Altyn Kapalova, Kina Yusupova, Aida Musulmankulova Architect: Chinara Niyazova Photographer: Aida Musulmankulova Sketch artist: Jum Gunn Metal specialist: Igor Dzogoev Installation engineers: Apachi horse, Meder Kubanych, Edik, Adyl, Nurlan, Kubanych, Aida and Altyn. Art project “16” is supported by the SorosKyrgyzstan Foundation 11 < >
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13 < > {author’s comment} Курут - туздуу, кычкыл, даамдуу, катуу, кургак, аппак азык. Аны көпкө сактоого болот. Чөнтөкө салып, куржунга салып, баштыка салып, жоолука ороп, чүпүрөкө ороп алып, алыс сапарга чыкканда жан сактап калчу азыктай сезилет. 1916 жылы орус падышачылыктын куугунтугунун айынан миңдеген журтташтарыбыз Кытайды көздөй алыс сапарга чыгышкан. Ошондо курут бир топ эле адамдын өмүрүн сактап калса керек. Алакандагы алтын азык деп атайт элем курутту Курут [kurut] - salty, sour, tasty, solid, dry, white food. It can be kept for a long time. Put it in a чөнтөк [pocket], put it in a куржунг [basket], put it in a баштык [bag], wrap it in a жоолук [scarf], wrap it in a piece of чүпүрөк [fabric], and it appears to be a lifesaving food when you go on a long journey. In 1916, thousands of our people traveled a long way to China because of persecution by the Russian Empire. And kurut surely must have saved many lives. I would call it the golden [altyn] food in the palm of my hand 13
Rock salt / ქვამარილი ( performance ) ᲐᲜᲓᲠᲝ ᲓᲐᲓᲘᲐᲜᲘ ANDRO DADIANI LINK TO THE VIDEO Photo: KOI & Oto Kirakozashvili 14 < >
Lack of wholeness is one of the attributes of a process. Translation is a process, it cannot be a destination or a result or a capital owner. Therefore, it is fluid and transformative, its course is change. Change of the object or an idea, enabling transformation. Metamorphosis. The production of another object, but in relation to the object of translation. is | isno | no : the presence of the invisible In the documentation of Rock Salt performance there isno: ... Salt, Stone, Body, Motion, Death, Bread, Human, Face, Moon, God .... This list is open, which means unfinished, which means infinite, which means most of it is present invisibly. The book is not being read, what becomes of the text that is there but not read, that is in the dough? The book is test_ed by crucifixion. What happens to the body inside the bread? Is that body imbued with bread if it is not yet bread? I looked for fresh bread all my childhood and then my youth and found it only in Germany. And all German breads have names. There are many. I can’t not see bread here. You do let yourself in, first you let yourself into the text, then you knead yourself into the dough, and then you become the pastry, the bun, the loaf, the loaf, the pie, ხინკალი [the hinkali]. Bubbles on the surface as a metaphor for the void inside. How can the invisible be visible? Is there a reason for the existence of the invisible? Is the invisible the hidden? Or does the invisible have no intension, unlike the hidden? Is the invisible cognizable? Why do we need cognition? Might translation be enough? The act of translating the invisible may also be invisible. But it doesn’t have to be. Presence is not intension. And the outside of which the mask is the absence of flesh and figure, but the figure melts hidden inside and it is not a figure of speechб not a stylistic device, but what is the point, what is the salt here? A forbidden identity, an identity for which there is no space. How does one live out such oppressions? How do we grasp / uncover / feel the presence of the invisible? Presencing invisible. Translation from the invisible to another language. The language of the readable? The language of argument? The language of gesture? The language of the symbol. The invisible, if it’s being discussed, is already filled with symbols. It’s already within that language. The salt of the earth, the bread earth, if you use “god’s eye”, then the moon comes to the fore? I would like god to have no visual media and its eye is only decorative. Just beauty. The Presencing Invisible could be: heard, felt, touched, smelled, assumed, fantasized, imagined, envisioned, manpulated, pictured, spoken, unspeakable, defined, forbidden, destroyed, favored, inflamed, absorbed, nurtured. How to salt unsalted salt, how to go from dough to soil? Flour is ashes, bread is a mountain. White to the very last, until it’s really hot. But salt is forever. Overdigested salt translates into kidney stones, at least within the russian language. Is that forever? Salt is like energy? It transforms, it doesn’t disappear? In spring buds open and salt appears on trees, it shines furiously in the sun, burns eyes, dissolves in the rain, salts the earth with its tears. Crystallized with meaning, but which one? The soil is brown, black, red, like skin colors, the soil is any kind, sometimes salty, but salty soil is a lifeless land. But there is no death here, only buried meaning and maybe someone’s umbilical cord. Тоонто нютаг / Toonto nyutag [buryat. the place where the umbilical cord is buried], this translates into russian as “rodina / homeland”. Motherland whether it’s mother, fatherland whether it’s father. But there’s land and the action. And the translation is not precise and even senseless. For me, the content here is about movement, the meaning of movement. There are many blind believers in my country, they influence the political agenda. Christ says about the bread, this is my flesh. And this means that if one does not move in Christianity, one is not a creative person, even Christianity, as the most crooked doctrine, can strangle and enslave a person. This book is by a famous left-wing philosopher, our leftists and intellectuals are not actively involved in politics and we are suffocated by this politics in the country. Bread is a daily food, not a cake. Therefore, the meaning of this is, how can everyday life attract a person if poetry, music - movement did not mix with life That’s why this title is called, that such reality is available to us as rock salt animals, for entertainment, as if it’s normal and we should be grateful for it. Because there is a lot of content in this work, I did not write the concept of who wants to see it. So I like your idea. What you read This book is called another language, and my language is here another, incomprehensible, unheard, that’s why I hold this book, to try to understand me, to understand, there is no other to hear the truth. Giorgi Maisuradze’s book [translation] {author’s comment} 15 < >
She was born in a Land called…, what was the name? Some would say her roots were Indigenous, others African, maybe European… Terra had to wear different kinds of masks. A mask to hide her scars. A mask to hide her dreams. A mask to hide her rage. A mask to hide her silence. A mask to hide her tiredness. A mask to hide her heart. A mask to hide her inequality. A mask to hide her desire. A mask to hide her ruination. A mask to hide her scream. A mask to hide her mask. FERNANDA ALOI A girl called Terra ( performance ) 16 < > link to the video
[translation] Покидая РОДИНА, закрой за собой дверь 1 раз опытно 2 раза громко 3 раза рассержено 4 раза хлопотно 5 раз притопывая 6 раз точно 7 раз уверено 8 раз надёжно 9 раз осторожно 10 раз на удачу сплёвывая Покидая РОДИНА, помой руки 1 раз плавно 2 раза расплёскиваясь 3 раза поругиваясь 4 раза оборачиваясь 5 раз оттопыривая 6 раз заботливо 7 раз болезненно 8 раз отхаркиваясь 9 раз причудливо 10 раз возмущенно Покидая РОДИНА, выровняй предметы 1 раз нагло 2 раза смирно 3 раза кланяясь 4 раза удивленно 5 раз пространно 6 раз идиотски 7 раз благодатно 8 раз строптиво 9 раз внезапно 10 раз отдаленно Покидая РОДИНА, болей как местный 1 раз удивительно 2 раза крепко 3 раза настойчиво 4 раза бесполезно 5 раз красиво 6 раз ожесточенно 7 раз задумчиво 8 раз стеснительно 9 раз восторженно 10 раз лающе Leaving Mother_Father_Home_Land, shut the door 1 time expertly 2 times loudly 3 times angry 4 times fussy 5 times stomping 6 times precisely 7 times confidently 8 times securely 9 times carefully 10 times spitting Leaving Mother_Father_Home_Land, wash your hands 1 time smoothly 2 times splashing 3 times scolding 4 times twisting 5 times protruding 6 times thoughtfully 7 times painfully 8 times coughing 9 times fancifully 10 times indignantly Leaving Mother_Father_Home_Land, align the objects 1 time brazenly 2 times humbly 3 times bowing 4 times amazed 5 times expansively 6 times idiotically 7 times gracefully 8 times stubbornly 9 times suddenly 10 times distantly Leaving Mother_Father_Home_Land, feel ill as local 1 time surprised 2 times hardly 3 times persistently 4 times useless 5 times beautiful 6 times violently 7 times wistfully 8 times shyly 9 times excited 10 times barking 17 < >
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« Because education should first and foremost aim at passing on foundational skills and be more open to the world, I propose F2017 » This is an extract from right-wing candidate François Fillon’s program for the French presidential elections 2017. After reading it, came a dream, the starting point of this revisited AngloFrench grammar lesson. link to the video F***2017 ou la Grammaire Déprimaire ( video ) ELIZABETH CLÉMENT AND SILVIA GIGLIODORO 19 < >
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21 < > {author’s comment} sol ou sang Sol ou sang. Droit du sol ou droit du sang. Dans une lithanie aux accents fêlés, est-ce finalement la bonne question ? Sol ou sang, soil or blood. Droit du sol or droit du sang. But is this the right question, in a litany with a cracked accent? link to the video 21
#LanguageShouldBeTortured ToTellTheTruth GRACE EUNA KIM ( urban actions ) 22 < >
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Ay Qoyaşqa Äylände (Lä) from The Moon Turned Into The Sun ( music ) HMOT listen to the track New sonic reflections from HMOT (aka Stas Shärifulla) — a Basel-based artist & researcher from Eastern Siberia working with sound & decoloniality, drawing upon his Bashqort roots to envision new liberational futures and methodologies. Limited Edition Cassette housed in Stumptown 100% post-consumer recycled cardstock packaging. Letterpressed at Rx in Portland, Oregon. Pro-dubbed & on-body printing by Headless Duplicated Tapes in Prague, Czechia. Each copy includes a small print of one of 3 photos taken by Liza Kin at the Tien Shan Astronomical Observatory in southern Qazaqstan. Co-released by Kota Tones & Beacon Sound. Performed by Stas Shärifulla (synthesizers, resonator, quray). Recorded by Gerome Gadient at Ausstellungsraum Klingental, Basel as a part of ‘Shapeshifter’ project curated by Ana Jikia and Gerome Gadient. Graphics and design by Stas Shärifulla and Andrew Neerman. Mastered by Alexander Pustynsky. 25 < >
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The path of the sun ســـمشلا قــــيرط or the bare life ةيراعلا ةايحلا وأ ( performance ) فّيطل يلع دمحم MOHAMEDALI LTAIEF Exile in Arabic is “Eghtirab”, Moghtareb which means, the person who walks towards the sunset Ghouroub. The exile is a utopian counter-place in a whatever diaspora as Michel Foucault says in the Utopia of the Body: « My body is like the city of the sun, it has no place, but it is from itself that emerge and shine all possible places, real ones or topical ones ». The Path of the Sun or the Bare Life is a performative and visual research project inspired by „Sonnenallee“. The street was once a part of “Berliner Mauer” and eventually became the meeting point for the “Arab diaspora”. Crossing Berlin-Neukölln, separating North and South, „Sonnenallee“ brings together cafés, popular restaurants, and shops, distinguished by oriental/orientalist aesthetics. The visual approach is to collect and recompose the exotic, kitsch, and foreigner allegory and signs: in the showcases, in the fantastic products, and in the delights of the Orient. To understand the peculiar, and petulant aesthetic of the street of “Sonnenallee” that developed in the spatial habitus of the Arab diaspora; we must understand how the phenomenological process of remembering and forgetting in its spatial resonances. To unravel and decipher the codes of Self-Orientalism we need first an aesthetic recontextualisation. The work on which the research is based is “Homo Sacer” by Giorgio Agamben. Homosacer in ancient Roman law, is the one who is excluded from civil society, and stripped from juridical rights. He is not worth enough to be sacrificed to the gods but whoever kills him will not be condemned. The life that cannot be sacrificed (because it is not valuable enough), but which is, nevertheless, exposed to naked murder, is the « holy life ». Anyone who has been declared a « Homo Sacer » can only save himself by fleeing, seeking refuge in a foreign country, for he is exposed at any moment to the threat of murder. He is constantly concerning the biopolitics that has banished him. The living Homo Sacer is both excluded and trapped, he is a freedman and a prisoner. Mohamed-Ali conducted research during his residency in Tunis on the market of Chinese products: the Boumendil market in the Medina of Tunis. In particular, he investigates the impact of the Chinese market on Sidi-Boumendi street history of the present and explores with Omar Karray their particular soundscape. Madrasa El Achouria. Medina of Tunis, Tunisia. 2021 with Omar Karray and Rindala Pereverzev video: Imed Aouadi sound: Omar Karray video performance: Slim Baccar voices: Marina Resende Santos, Ayed Fadhel, Rindala Pereverzev and Mohamedali Ltaief. Production of L’Art Rue Tunis Dream City Residency supported by Goethe-Institut Tunis and AFAC Beirut Research grants in the field of performing arts/dance 2019 Senate Berlin. link 27 < >
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Room for Translations. Way Out Denis Accessibility. Translation. Transfer. Pause to listen. Where I am. Where Denis is. Who’s Dëni. Why Denise. Время - это ТРУ-д? ТРУ-д-ное время. Time is labor. Labor means ТРУд in russian. ТРУдное time means hard times. ТРУ one can read as TRUE. Yesterday the polizeis brutaly broke up the protest camp at the university. Now FREE University Berlin is a polizei campus. What time is this? What is true? From what language was translated the polizei labor to language of the polizei forced brutal actions against students in their campus? And why was it translated into the language of violence? And why was the translation assigned to polizeis? Who else could have been the translator in this process? Since we are шт such conditions now, it is worth discussing Islamophobia in this context as well. If Islamophobia is how non-Muslims translating the Other’s customs, traditions, skin color, culture into their own languages, then what languages are these? Another culture, another faith? Or maybe it’s the language of power? Or is it a translation into the languages of domination and capital? And the peculiarities of translation are just a consequence of protectionism of one’s privileges? Monolingualism is the cult of the people in power. It turns out that those in power have heard the philosophers, followed the advice of the ancient Greek Plato, keep philosophers and the army (both military and civil), so that the language speaking by us was just one. Just Mono. So resistance must be plurilingual. Poetry about anger could be spoken in a calm voice and be translated into many languages, one of which would be the bureaucrat’s crumpled sheet. Translation is not a direct act, but an act of interaction-interchange in which languages knowledges are tool. And sometimes it is an unnecessary tool. Relations between the translator and the subject of translation are polilogical. It is an interchange. Translation is a collaboration. And if the author’s voice is louder than the subjectivity of the translator, then this labor is done by a machine. The translator’s self is an area of feeling and interaction by the subject of translation. There are at least two voices, and within this zine there were at least three and sometimes four. Polivoiceness. The cultural habitus of monolingual space has led the Russian empire to violence on an extraordinary scale, both internally and externally. The monolingual habitus of the local resident of the average Germany leads it to negative feelings and cognitive distortions about migrants. And this in a world where migrant is one of the most common identities. In Berlin, you might not be contracted to shoot photos if you don’t speak German. Should I learn deutsch photography to be able take pictures for germans in deutsch way? And this is also a translation. A translation of fear of changes into the language of control and supremacy. Or perhaps it is a counter-Translation, because its aim is not to make something accessible, but to limit something beyond the boundaries of monoculture, monolanguage, capital and privileges. Room for Translations is an action to create a space in which not knowing and not understanding are natural. In this space, there is curiosity and tools to encounter the unknown and notunderstandingness. The translation of stone to курут*, to food, would not fit in any dictionary. This interchange occurs at the level of relations - translator to author, work to language, desire to constraints, curiosity to conversation - and in this rhizome, all are simultaneously connected to each other. Pluriversality. What is the order of this chaos of Translation? If we take the word “order” out of this question, what emerges is a Chaos of Translation - an intention of connection and interchange organized in a complex and generous and harmonious way. Chaotic. In other words, without the necessity of excessive control, because it is naturally harmonious, it is just exist. The English word “translation” comes from the Latin “translatus” - “carried over”. trans “across, beyond” + lātus “borne, carried.” To carry over. To carry with one’s self. Accepting the conditions of fragmentation of self, consciousness, perception, world, translation, we can agree that it is not possible to carry-over-with oneself everything. The Coyolxauhqui imperative (Anzaldúa) - fragmented, dismatled, displaced, but whole. Therefore, the translation will only carry-over-with the part that resonates with me, the translator. The part that the languages I am using have made visible to me. And the processes of translation produce a chimera-going-beyond the limits of the monolingual. Translation is already a counteraction to the dominance of monolanguage. It turns out that translation is the carrying of an assumed meaning into the field of the Other with the consent to the distortion of what is carried. Even if it is soil sown into tall grass. Despite the sometimes absurdity of the gesture, it is still fertile and fruitful. если не займёшься собой, то собо займется тобой if you don’t take care of yourself, yOURself will take care of you 29 < >
[self-translation] языки слова речи ꙗзꙑкъ – переводчик, перебежчик, лазутчик материнские первые родные рождения основные предков взращенные исходные общие разные языки – предатели? слова-перемешатели речи-дарители материнские языки первые языки родные языки языки рождения основные языки языки предков взращенные языки исходные языки общие языки слова материнские слова первые слова родные слова рождения слова основные слова предков слова взращенные слова исходные слова общие материнские речи речи первые родные речи речи рождения основные речи речи предков взращенные речи речи исходные общие речи речи реки взращенные общие tongues languages words speeches ꙗzꙑkъ [yazyk] - translator, renegade, intruder mother first native birth arterial ancestors nurtured source vulgar different are languages betrayers? words are shufflers speeches are givers mothertongues firsttongues nativetongues birthtongues arterialtongues ancestorstongues nurturedtongues sourcetongues vulgartongues motherlanguages firstlanguages nativelanguages birthlanguages arteriallanguages ancestorslanguages nurturedlanguages sourcelanguages vulgarlanguages motherwords firstwords nativewords birthwords arterialwords ancestorswords nurturedwords sourcewords vulgarwords motherspeeches firstspeeches nativespeeches birthspeeches arterialspeeches ancestorsspeeches nurturedspeeches sourcespeeches vulgarspeeches speeches are nurtured vulgar common rivers 30 < >
Room for Translations. Way Out Dёni What is the point of this exercise? Maybe the main motive or even the urge of this action is the need to shift, to start a motion, to push oneself out of place towards a new place, out of occupied place, displacement, to establish oneself on new bases, to create these bases within oneself, through reproducing oneself with the other, through looking into the other and finding a balance between the established and the unestablished, through carrying the body’s weight by keeping thought, through translating the flow of experience into the language of one’s own life. In this duration meaning is found. [self-translation] 31 < >