A slow movement of the eyes before the dizziness of the day is taking over. The clumsy beams of the Sun are rushing into the mirror on the wall and then bouncing back, leaving behind no more than a puddle of light. The birds are finding their melodies they lost during the night, starting the
Tagbody
Spleen
The spring and I are strangers now, extending hungry glances through fat green stems and the blush of fallen berries— those beloved friends of the pilgrim’s foot. More and more I slip into the soil to read the pages of rock. Retreating to the muddy infinite, I spy the fleshy leviathan, earthworm tonguing a
“I don’t know”
He looked at his hands in wonderas ifmind and body grew apart andreal-izedI can move my hands, my fingers eyes, he looked above and again as if mind and body grew apart he realized I can think; this might be my soul So why do I livehe asked himselfWhy do I live He wondered He
Body, Mind, and Soul Week (podcast)
This past February and March, the Peer Advisors held a week-long series of activities aimed at improving mental health on the BCB campus. The “Body, Mind and Soul Week” included a hike, a dance party in the factory, and a workshop on mindfulness to name just a few of the events. In this podcast, we
[Kulturbahn #21] October 31st – November 6th
►Monday: Olympia Belgian artist David Claerbout’s multi-layered installation work reflects on time and its dimensions. Through video installations, historical photographs, reconstructed images and film footages, this exhibition traces the disintegration of the Berlin Olympic Stadium over a thousand years. While making the flow of time of a whole century become almost tangible to the audience,
Dance and Philosophy : Movement in Space and Time
Dancer and choreographer Eva Burghardt gave an intensive dance workshop on campus the weekend of 25th-26th of April. Body Space Landscape was a «movement-based» workshop which mainly aimed at exploring all three categories through questioning the conservative understanding of dance as an artistic medium for certain types of corporeal expression. After two days of thinking
Contagion
There runs a poison Through the veins That clogs the blood And strangles. There runs a poison unleashed That burdens Stings Entangles. Glory, Its aggressors seek, And falsify it, They do. Victims, With complexions bleak, Flee and fall In soaking dunes. There lies a body strewn, With poisoned veins, That root through