Michel Foucault: Discourse operates in four major ways. Discourse creates a world; discourse generates knowledge and “truth”; discourse says something about the people who speak it; discourse always incorporates elements of power.
Socrates und Alcibiades
A poem by Friedrich Hoelderlin
“Warum huldigest du, heiliger Socrates,
“Diesem Juenglinge stets? kennest du Groessers nicht?
“Warum siehet mit Liebe,
“Wie auf Goetter, dein Aug’ auf ihn?
Wer das Tiefste gedacht, liebt das Lebendigste,
Hohe Jugend versteht, wer in die Welt geblikt
Und es neigen die Weisen
Oft am Ende zu Schoenem sich.
Gustav von Aschenbach: ‘What lies in wait for me here, Ambiguous Venice, Where water is married to stone, And passion confuses the senses?’
Farfarello: And so, if you’d like to give me your soul before its time, I’m here, ready to take it.
Luchino Visconti: The sky has to be orange, even if Fassbinder copies me in Querelle.
Mr. FFF: I started my trip from the Northern Cemetery in Munich. I arrived in Venice by train. The Marathon run finished a few minutes ago. There are many visitors. The water of the lagoon has a dull grey color. It is chilly. It is cloudy but there is no rain. Mrs. T misses you already.
MM: Do not get lost in the art farm that is Venice! I googled and saw that you have bad weather and it’s raining. Hope you got your wellies.
Apollo: Reason, control, and clarity
Gustav von Aschenbach: I am furious because I am forced to return, but secretly I rejoice.
Dionysus: Wander lust
Gustav von Aschenbach: Vacillating, irresolute, absurd.
Thomas Mann: A life spiraling out of control.
Ins Ungebundene gehet eine Sehnsucht.
there is a longing to dissolve)
Mr. FFF: In Palazzo Grassi I met Mr. Dob, the Manga character that has been adopted by Takashi Murakami. He has three eyes and an energizing stare. Mr. Dob inhabits Murakami’s masterpiece 727-272 (The Emergence of God at the Reversal of Fate). Mrs. T is in love with him but he ignores her. For her, it was love at first sight. For him, she does not even exist.
MM: Luckily today I will be on scrub watch so that should keep me busy enough not to think about not having the both of you around.
Deh vieni alla finestra, o mio tesoro,
Deh vieni a consolar il pianto mio.
Se neghi a me di dar qualche ristoro,
Davanti agli occhi tuoi morir vogl’ io.
Tu ch’ ai la bocca dolce piu che il miele,
Tu che il zucchero porti in mezzo il core!
Non esser, gioia mia, con me crudele!
Lascati almen veder, mio bell’ amore!
Friedrich Nietzsche: To experience a thing as beautiful means: to experience it necessarily wrongly – (which, incidentally, is why marriage for love is, from the point of view of society, the most unreasonable king of marriage). The demand for art and beauty is an indirect demand for the ecstasies of sexuality communicated to the brain.
Farfarello: Well, then, since of necessity you love yourself with the greatest love of which you’re capable, of necessity you desire your happiness as strongly as you can. And since this supreme desire of yours can never be satisfied even in the smallest degree, it follows that in no way can you escape being unhappy.
Gustav von Aschenbach: Time presses, time does not press
Constantine Cavafy: Πλαϊ στο παραθυρο ηταν το κρεββατι που αγαπηθηκαμε τοσες φορες. (By the window was the bed where we made love so many times).
Mr. FFF: A Cretan Madonna in Santa Maria della Salute. It was taken from the Church of Saint Titus in the last minute before fleeing Candia and Crete, by the Commander of the Venetians Morozini. The Ottomans captured Candia immediately after. Crete and Venice, share a co-existence that brought El Greco to Venice before he continued his journey to go to Spain.
MM: I can’t say I am doing such exciting stuff as you. I waited in line for an hour to change the tires on my car and now it’s being done. Nothing fun to report. Of course I miss the both of you terribly. It seems like I cannot have meaningful conversation with anybody else, but you. Not to mention the fact that we took our jokes and puns to a whole other level and now whatever jokes anybody tries to do is pointless.
Filippo Ottonieri: Except for the times of suffering, as well as of fear, I would think that the worst moments are those of pleasure because the hope for them and the memory of them, which occupy the rest of our lives, are better and much more pleasant than the pleasures themselves.
Jean Baudrillard: Everyday experience falls like snow. Immaterial, crystalline and microscopic, it enshrouds all the features of the landscape. It absorbs sounds, the resonance of thoughts and events; the wind sweeps across it sometimes with unexpected violence and it gives off an inner light, a malign fluorescence which bathes all forms in crepuscular indistinctness. Watching time snow down, ideas snow down, watching the silence of some aurora borealis light up, giving in to the vertigo of enshrouding and whiteness.
Wo aber gefahr ist, waechst,
Das Rettende auch.
(Where there is danger,
some Salvation grows there too.)
Gustav von Aschenbach : What if all were dead, and only we two left alive
Luigi Pirandello: The torment of imagining you far away – among other people who can have the joy of seeing you, talking to you, being near you while I am here without life because I can neither see you nor talk with you, nor be near you – can be mitigated only by the thought that you feel my presence within you and that even from far away you give me life, and that even in your silence you see me and talk to me; in one word, that I am alive and close to you, more than those who see you, talk to you, and are around you.
Mr. FFF: Thomas Schuette’s “Efficiency Men” were waiting for me at the Punta della Dogana. Their steel bodies were covered down to their knees by felt blankets. It was like a call to Joseph Beuys. His felt self is all over German Art.
MM: You realize I’m not having nearly as much fun as you are, but I expect to be entertained upon your return! So prepare lots of stories from Venice. You know the kind: money, blood and sex.
Scalza varcando da sabbie lunari,
Aurora, amore festoso, d’ un’ eco
Popoli l’ esule universe e lasci
Nella carne dei giorni,
Perenne scia, una piaga velata.
Luigi Pirandello: What life is there left for me? I don’t care anymore about anything. Only about you do I care, and all that concerns you, my Marta; if you suffer, suffering with you and for you; if you get angry, getting angry with you; if you hope, hoping with you and for you. And remaining – for as long as I stay alive, for as long as my eyes stay open, for as long as my heart keeps beating, for as long as the soul burns in me – with my eyes, my heart, my soul, enchanted by your beauty, by the charms of your person, by the divine nobility of your feelings and of your spirit.
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you
Mr. FFF: Fog everywhere. I boarded a U-boat where a rabbi was reading the Kaballah. Later, in Hotel Metropol during lunch I met an Indian Maharadja and his German maiden.
MM: All these cultural encounters! We redid the kitchen; the hard part is over now. You may be interested to know that nothing works without me!
Gustav Mahler: I should not have cried on the train departing Venice. I should not have dismissed Alma’s music compositions. It is too late now. I gave my name to von Aschenbach.
Adele, English singer
Apollo, Greek God of light
Gustav von Aschenbach, German writer (through the pen of Thomas Mann, through the interpretation of Myfawny Piper, through the camera of Luchino Visconti, through the interpretation of Fluxus Eleatis)
Jean Baudrillard, French philosopher
Constantine Cavafy, Greek poet
Dionysus, Greek God of pleasure
Farfarello, character created by Giacomo Leopardi
Michel Foucault, French philosopher
Mr. FFF, wanderer
Don Giovanni, a young, extremely licentious nobleman (created by Lorenzo da Ponte)
Friedrich Hoelderlin, German poet
Gustav Mahler, Austrian composer
Thomas Mann, German writer
Friedrich Nietzsche, German philosopher
Filippo Ottonieri, philosopher created by Giacomo Leopardi
Luigi Pirandello, Italian writer and Nobel Laureate
Giuseppe Ungaretti, Italian poet
Luchino Visconti, Italian director