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August 31, 2007

Hold your nose, the Left Coast is here....

That's right, it's the Venice Film Festival. It's part of the Biennale which says it all. 

MooreHere's the starting line-up: George Clooney....Kenneth Branagh....Fanny Ardant....Brian de Palma....Michael Moore....Woody Allen.  Many pinch-hitters, too. Venice provides an excellent sounding board for anti-US, anti-Bush, and anti-war polemics. You see, actors and directors know soooo much about geo-politics, world affairs, political and economic philosophy and policy (see postscript for proof), and military tactics. Amazing erudition for people who read tele-prompters, actually memorise 10 whole lines, and who have great make-up artists and publicists, whom they really take seriously. There are, needless to say, exceptions to this pathetic herd, but they're not here this week. Good taste.Clueless_clooney_2De_palma

Of course, the place is also packed with the empty-headed celebrity hounds (morons who stand outside the Gritti hoping to see a star), the papparazzi and also people who like to party. I tell you, it's hard to get a water taxi in town, can't get a table at da Fiore, Cips, Harry's...oh, the horror! The luvvies are here. Time to vacate. Branagh We're going to Dublin for 12 days to babysit our grandson. You can have my table at Harry's. Best to all...

Postscript: Last week, Fanny Ardent told this to the press: "For me Renato Curcio is a hero. I have always considered the Red Brigades Ardantphenomenon to be very moving and passionate". Curcio founded the Red Brigades, a radical left-wing terrorist group which murdered and bombed, killing policemen and others and which which assassinated a government economics minister in Italy."  Allen

Welcome to Venice, Left Coasters.  

August 20, 2007

Not the best time of the year here... Ferragosto

The August holiday in Italy is called Ferragusto, a contraction of ferie (holiday) and August. It centres on the Feast of the Assumption (15 August), the day we honour the Virgin's attainment of Heaven before the Last Judgement (a process we mere mortals must await). But I should say it used to centre on Our Lady, but now it's a holiday week: cities empty out, roads are jammed for 40 kms, beached get packed, businesses shut down tightly. In Venice, for example, all hardware stores close, as do most shops whose customers are Venetians. Designer, glass, mask, and similar useless shops, of course, are always open.

But Venice suffers the reverse. The city is invaded. Even more than usual as the local Italians, those living anywhere within 80 kilometres away, swarm into Venice for the day with the kids, the grandparents, the cousins, the uncles, aunts, the dogs, too. And they bring their lunch. This is in addition to the 100,000 Americans and others who are here as per normal. The Venetians who remain go into hiding. This period also sees a continuous stream of cruise ships which sail into town with 3,000-4,000 holiday makers each, disgorge their passengers, and collect another 3,000-4,000 for the next cruise. Venice has berths for five to seven liners. Within 2 or 3 hours of the docking at the maritime terminal those people are in S Marco. The city is at breaking point: garbage mounts, tourists picnic everywhere, streets impassable.                                                                                                                                                            

So what's to be done? Escape. Next year for Ferragosto we will be in Ireland or in the country.

Gondola_2 Postscript relating an amusing thing that happened two days ago: I was crossing the Grand Canal by a traghetto at S Toma. We were almost to the other side but we had to wait to pull into the dock because a gondola carovana tour (6 full gondolas and a god-awful singer) was about to unload at the same dock as ours.  So the gondolier on my traghetto starts remonstrating loudly in Venetian dialect to the gondoliers of the tour, whom he knew, but it was all in fun. One of the unmistakable words he loudly pronounced was "Americani". So, in one of the tour gondolas floating about 2 metres away there is a couple of 50 somethings, and the Mrs, apparently thinking our traghetto driver is criticising Americans, pipes up, "Not us, we're Australians!"  Well, heaven forfend that anyone would mistake them for...Americans!

By the way, the Calatrava bridge has been successfully put in place. Will open in December or January, they say.

August 11, 2007

Bridge news and ...the Biennale

                                       CALATRAVA BRIDGE

As I adumbrated in a previous blog, the Calatrava Bridge (a temporary name for the fourth bridge over the Grand Canal) is ready to be assembled in situ. Calabridge The main span was towed up the Grand Canal three midnights ago and is now standing ready to be hoisted into place near Piazzale Roma. A lot can still go wrong which would be in keeping with this controversial project, but so far so good. In a week's time we will know more. Or should I say a month's time? After all we are in Venice, in Italy, and this is the holiday season, and this bridge has been plagued with problems. Keep your fingers crossed.

                                  Biennale 2007

You may have heard of the Biennale of Venice, the bi-annual contemporary art show with 70 odd countries contributing. I visited it yesterday and below are some printable comments.

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Outside the main entrance is a sculpture which symbolises the Bienalle. Clearly it represents the average Bienalle attendee hurling himself into the Venetian Lagoon having exited the exhibit. It could also represent the spirit of 21st century art extinguishing itself mercifully. A milder reading would have the art lover barfing into the lagoon.

Okay, what’s my beef? That the world thinks art has to be different, “original” above all else. You see the artist is a creator, it is said. But works of art need other components equally important and without which the originality becomes a gimmick. Paul Oskar Kristeller of Columbia University writes in Renaissance Thought and the Arts (Princeton Univ. Press, 1964, 1980), “In the field of art, originality is not a sufficient condition for artistic excellence. In the world of arts there are many works which are quite original, but not especially good and also works of limited originality that attain a high degree of artistic quality. There are other criteria than originality that may be used to judge a work of art…beauty, form, style, imitation of nature and of previous works of art, of intelligible essences, good taste, human relevance, emotional power, truthfulness, moral and social consciousness, playfulness, usefulness, entertainment, craftsmanship, and many other features…”

  Kristeller writes “Hitler’s theory of National Socialism was certainly original, but hardly anyone would take that as an excuse for its violation of moral, legal, and political principles which are widely if not universally recognised…” 

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Biennale_012_2This exhibit is from the Italian pavillion. To me it shows a modern office composed of glass partitions, stark white walls, soul-less grey carpet, and granite stones, all of which undoubtedly represents a 21st century office environment where workers (stones) have been reduced to this state by the incredible weight and oppression of capitalism and greed. The placement of the stones is everything, an artist told me. St Stephen?

 

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This from the Italian Pavillion, too. This was painted by someone with a French name and its title is in smallish letters at the bottom of the painting, "APRES 9/11". Thus, America has unleashed this devastating assault on humanity. Although, the Italian pavillion aside, it struck me that this year's Biennale was slightly less anti-America than previous years.

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Biennale_014Speaking of art. This painting is, too, from the Italians, many of whom have an anarchic streak. The country has a whole group of politically charged (anti-West, socialist, violent) youth, some camouflaged as students. These people are on government welfare, travel in large, nomadic groups, shepherding dogs and camp-followers, calling themselves "disobbedienti", grafitti-ing all of Italy with their moronic slogans:  " No Laws!", "Open the Prisons!", you get the idea. Here their target seems to be Christianity ("wash it back to Galilee"), ranking right behind America in odiouness.

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Biennale_018_3This large model of an F-14 (?) Grumman plane with Christ thus affixed is in the Arsenale section of the Biennale. I neglected to register the artist's name. Forgive me. Is this predictable or what?

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Baggage under nooses. The German pavillion featured this very timely work. I say timely because Italy, especially, Roma,Biennale_004 but Venice, too, has been plagued with missing luggage at airports. Attributed to union rules, big attitude problems among baggage handlers, inferior management and poor controls. In addition, Alitalia alone loses tons of luggage daily on its own, with no help from airport ground staff. Getting back to art, hanging above the luggage are various stylised nooses, probably reflecting the passengers' thoughts about suitable punishment for the baggage handlers or about their own suicide. An artistic filip is that some of the nooses have small stuffed animals attached. Call it wit.

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Biennale_026 Some turdart at the Arsenale. Now we're getting to the nub of it. A metaphor for the Bienalle? ...

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Biennale_009_2Egypt's exhibit actually created a sense of Egypt. Here is an imaginary votive or image of the Sun God in an idealised place of worship, using natural Egyptian materials. Bravo!

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BULGARIA...a witty and unpretentious effort trumpeting the great contributions Bulgaria has made to civilisation (I am not being ironic):

The Kalashnikov rifle (AKA the AK-47), the Cyrillic alphabet, and lactobacillus, which gives us yogurt... Bravo Bulgaria.

I also like how they refer to the Communist era as the "socialist" era which is useful when you hear fellow travellers and luvvies today talking about socialism. You see, the Bulgarians remember well the triumphs of socialism.

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Thus, you see the glory of the Biennale, this year, any year: politicised, anti-west, trendy, and crap art.

A few final observations:

Video was in 90% of the pavillions. Mind-numbing, repetitive, deafening, unoriginal pastiches which only some drug-crazed, unimaginative TV watcher on benefit and a government grant could have devised or be interested in.

Canada: Please tell me about sculptures of chickens (human sized) in suits and ties. Also, while you are at it, explain the model of a large owl in flight with the Star of David branded on its forehead. Great art can be baffling.

Speaking of baffling, four years ago I purchased the Biennale Catalog which is a rich lode of idiotic and pretentious ArtSpeak. Orwell would have loved it. On some slow evenings at home I would pluck it down from a shelf, although one does not pluck a two kilo book, and I would read aloud the rich explanations of some exquisite piece of art. It is very amusing, except for the taxpayer consequences mentioned in this blog. I was tempted to buy the catalog this year, but at 70 euro I resisted (also it weighs 2 KGs and I had a long trip home). So I will never know the Star of David's significance on the owl's forehead, alas.. Maybe it's Kabbalah?   

Britain: My wife (English) did not accompany me to the Biennale, but if she did, she would not have enjoyed the Tracy Emins masturbatory extravaganza at the British Pavillion. My wife is going to London next week, and if she had opted to join me to see me the Best of British Art at the British pavillion, she would renounce her citizenship while in London.

USA: Boring. Lazy even. Also gimmicky. Entrance hall has a string of wires with 100 watt bulbs attached, trailing from the ceiling to the floor, culminating in a pile of lit bulbs...hunh? Two of the rooms each had a large stack of giveaway, poster size, abstract prints, predictably bad. But it was free, you see. At least visitors got something. But I am keeping my US citizenship.

Conclusion: The most revolting thing about this mess is that all this "art" is paid for out of public taxpayer money. The citizens of these countries should come here and see their tax dollar, peso, euro, pound at work. Subsidised "artists", sub-standard and ludicrous "art": the whole disaster is an embarassment, a scam and is the 21st century's Big Lie.

   

August 01, 2007

The bureaucrats come through...

Some of you may recall an earlier (March 2007) blog in which I lamented the difficulty in getting permission for an air conditioner to be installed in our 1500 building here in Venice. The theme of it was that Venice is crippled by paperwork.

The good news is that somebody down in the Doge's Palace (which houses the office of the Soprintendenza Sweatper I Beni Architettonici) reviewed my eight page application (submitted 23 May) for permission for an AC and, by gosh, approved it today! So I am feeling somewhat embarrassed for sort-of bad-mouthing them earlier. So "Brava!" to Arch. Renata Codello and her staff. You may also recall that they wanted an architect to do the application. I did it myself to save €500 and no questions were asked. (Venetians reading this in need of advice, please email me.)

A few week ago, before the above happened, I came home and saw 4 new AC's in the lobby. A neighbour was having them installed. When the job was done I asked this neighbour how long she had waited for permission from the Soprintendenza. She laughed. What she did is what most Italians do: do the work without permission, and then apply for it long after the fact only if, by chance, some inspector notices that the work was done. It is the philosophy that says it is better to ask for forgiveness rather than for permission. It is the Italian way.

So now to get an air conditioner...

P.S., next week an update on the Calatrava Bridge...there are developments.