[-empyre-] striving for the law / it is possible but not now.

Johannes Birringer Johannes.Birringer at brunel.ac.uk
Thu Nov 13 09:24:57 EST 2014

dear all
tomorrow our lab team travels to Dresden to work with artists there on a dance work that involves a real performer and her ghosted particles (particle physics transformation) projected into an inverted egyptian looking pyramid [attached illusion] and holography-stage (data from three kinect cameras, dematerialized via Kalypso software into particles and rematerialized depending on body energy). Our Dresden friends call the pyramid the "holostage" and
believe the avatar-projection can be reconciled, the background for this holographic model is: the afterimage of our reality ( quantum physics in the actual, according to Bohm' holographic model of reality). well. 

On our travels we are taking two figurations with us for possible movement or stillness ideas, choreographically;  both ideas at the moment strike me as powerless, as yet, but that's where we are, at the beginning, so it's gonna be a japanese ghost story  (Yuki-onna), and a story by jewish writer K.  – you probably all know the parable, but it's full of (for me) yet unexplored visceral transgressions, negations of the devil's contract, dépense (excess), stilled envy, obscure faith, obscure revelation, and revelation also as prohibition, i.e. religion and ritual knowledge?   We may use the voice for the/a movement, not sure yet.

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Before the law sits a gatekeeper. 
To this gatekeeper comes a man from the country who asks to gain entry into the law. But the gatekeeper says that he cannot grant him entry at the moment. The man thinks about it and then asks if he will be allowed to come in later on. “It is possible,” says the gatekeeper, “but not now.” At the moment the gate to the law stands open, as always, and the gatekeeper walks to the side, so the man bends over in order to see through the gate into the inside. When the gatekeeper notices that, he laughs and says: “If it tempts you so much, try it in spite of my prohibition. But take note: I am powerful. And I am only the most lowly gatekeeper. But from room to room stand gatekeepers, each more powerful than the other. I can’t endure even one glimpse of the third.” The man from the country has not expected such difficulties: the law should always be accessible for everyone, he thinks, but as he now looks more closely at the gatekeeper in his fur coat, at his large pointed nose and his long, thin, black Tartar’s beard, he decides that it would be better to wait until he gets permission to go inside. The gatekeeper gives him a stool and allows him to sit down at the side in front of the gate. There he sits for days and years. He makes many attempts to be let in, and he wears the gatekeeper out with his requests. The gatekeeper often interrogates him briefly, questioning him about his homeland and many other things, but they are indifferent questions, the kind great men put, and at the end he always tells him once more that he cannot let him inside yet. The man, who has equipped himself with many things for his journey, spends everything, no matter how valuable, to win over the gatekeeper. The latter takes it all but, as he does so, says, “I am taking this only so that you do not think you have failed to do anything.” During the many years the man observes the gatekeeper almost continuously. He forgets the other gatekeepers, and this one seems to him the only obstacle for entry into the law. He curses the unlucky circumstance, in the first years thoughtlessly and out loud, later, as he grows old, he still mumbles to himself. He becomes childish and, since in the long years studying the gatekeeper he has come to know the fleas in his fur collar, he even asks the fleas to help him persuade the gatekeeper. Finally his eyesight grows weak, and he does not know whether things are really darker around him or whether his eyes are merely deceiving him. But he recognizes now in the darkness an illumination which breaks inextinguishably out of the gateway to the law. Now he no longer has much time to live. Before his death he gathers in his head all his experiences of the entire time up into one question which he has not yet put to the gatekeeper. He waves to him, since he can no longer lift up his stiffening body. [Der Türhüter muß sich tief zu ihm hinunterneigen, denn der Größenunterschied hat sich sehr zuungunsten des Mannes verändert.]The gatekeeper has to bend way down to him, for the great difference has changed things considerably to the disadvantage of the man. “What do you still want to know now?” asks the gatekeeper. “You are insatiable.” “Everyone strives after the law,” says the man, “so how is it that in these many years no one except me has requested entry?” The gatekeeper sees that the man is already dying and, in order to reach his diminishing sense of hearing, he shouts at him, “Here no one else can gain entry, since this entrance was assigned only to you. I’m going now to close it.”

(Kafka, trans. Ian Johnston)

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Johannes Birringer, Michèle Danjoux

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