What did she mean by this, Jow Forums?

> go to buy a newspaper
> see pic related
> Marina Abramović: Ugly, abandoned as the last trash - this Marina, after the breakup of the marriage, no more

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> When we met and fell in love, we decided to work together. The first joint performance was "Relation in space", which we showed at the Biennale in Venice in 1976. We stood naked at a distance of 20 meters from each other. Slowly, then faster, we ran faster and faster. Passing the first time, we only brushed each other, each time we bumped into each other more and more, finally we started to collide. A few times the impact was so strong that I fell over. Our point was that from the collision of two energies - male and female - something that we called "that self" is created, including me. It was the third energy, a complete, ego-free combination of male and female elements. The highest form of art.

> combination of male and female elements. The highest form of art.

>WOKE ABSCESS

wtf is this

It’s going to cost you 7 Zlotÿ to find out m8.

> For a time, with Ulay, we were the perfect couple that was connected by love and art. We lived uncompromisingly, beyond social conventions. We bought an old police van, citroen, a can of sardines, no heating, and we lived in it. We moved from one place to another, where we wanted to see our activities. We had a dog from the shelter. I did not want to have children, I had an abortion before, because I did not see a chance to reconcile motherhood with being a completely free artist. Art was the most important for me.
You wrote the manifesto of your wandering life - "Art Vital" (Live Art). And in it such provisions as: no permanent place of residence, energy in motion, no repetition, independent choice, exposure to danger, crossing borders, taking risks, basic reflexes, passing on to chance.

> an old police van
> I had an abortion before, because I did not see a chance to reconcile motherhood with being a completely free artist.
> exposure to danger, crossing borders, taking risks, basic reflexes

Literally means "high heels".
It's a (((feminist))) magazine.

> I can overcome physical pain - in performances, at the moment when it seemed to me that it is already unbearable, that I would soon lose consciousness, disappear.

Denise is also a prophet.
> One day she tossed pebbles and shells, she looked at them a moment and said: "You come from a very far distance, from another galaxy, you came for a specific purpose." "What is my purpose?" I asked curiously. "Your goal is to teach people how to overcome pain," she said. I was stuck. Denise did not know anything about me, and what she said sounded so familiar. After all, this is what I did in all my performances - I created situations that were physically and emotionally difficult and went through them in front of the audience.

> Your goal is to teach people how to overcome pain
> what she said sounded so familiar
> what I did in all my performances
> created situations that were physically and emotionally difficult

In the book you write that there are actually three marinas. One - warrior. The second - a spiritual person ...

> ... and the third - vulgar Marina, who makes fun. I love this Marina because it keeps me close to the ground. God, I'm telling the worst jokes, politically incorrect, anti-feminist, totally pig's jokes. I love it. I will tell you. Do you know that Montenegrins are terribly lazy? Their favorite animal is the snake because it can walk while lying. So a woman on the street is yelling (... here Marina Abramović tells a joke which, believe me, is not suitable for publication in even moderately feministic writing).

> three marinas
> snake

> combination of male and female elements. The highest form of art.
The amalgamation of male and female 'energies' seems to be a recurring theme in a lot of Abramović's productions. It's also something often presented as a fundamental goal of alchemy and some forms of occultism, ranging from psychological integration of the anima/animus in Jung to ritualised sex in Crowley. Crowley also promoted the consumption of mixed semen and menstrual blood (qv "cakes of light"), which is probably a big inspiration for her "spirit cooking". Maybe you can also find this metaphorically in some of her other performance art which seems to be about her behaving in an extremely passive way to elicit a corresponding active response from the audience. Alchemically, the integration of male/solar and female/lunar forces was necessary to create the philosopher's stone which would free you from pain. At least that's how I see it.

Isn't she coming to Warsaw soon?

What is important to you now?

> My heritage. Material goods are irrelevant, but a good idea can live for a long time. My institute is important to me.
> I care for myself, for health, I care about the time to do as much as possible. I am entering the last stage of my life. Death can appear at any moment, I have to be prepared for it. I always say that I would like to die consciously, without anger and ... Well, no! I forgot what was third. My God, how did I want to die? Boy, it's my manifesto. Oh, I remember: I want to die consciously, without anger and without fear.

> My heritage
> I want to die consciously

> One day a young woman sat in front of me with a small child in her arms. I have never seen so much pain in anyone's eyes. At one point she removed the cap from the child's head, a scar appeared. When the photos of Marco Anelli ("Portraits in the presence of Marina Abramović") were published in the album, this woman wrote to me. She wrote that her daughter was born with brain cancer. That morning, she was with her at the doctor, who said there was no hope anymore. On the way home she went to MoMA. The girl died a few weeks later. I wrote back to her. Six months later she wrote to me that she was pregnant. Her child was born healthy, she sent me his photos. Life goes on.

> That's why I wanted to write "Defeat the wall" so much. This is not a book for art historians, but for everyone. This book is to inspire. Yes, my life was difficult, but I tried to get the most out of it, find a way out, transform my suffering into art. If I could, you can deal with the pain. I have dedicated her to friends and enemies. Because many friends during my life became my enemies and many enemies - friends. But I forgot about the most important part - I should have dedicated it to strangers as well. Because strangers appear in our lives and change them.

> Defeat the wall
> strangers/aliens

>(((Wyborcza))) sign on the right
Everytime

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KILL HERRRR
PLEASE
I cannot tolerate this faggotry anymore

Go Princip on her ass

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> And then my father let me down. I was six years old. He taught me to swim, but I was reluctant to do so, I was afraid of deep water. One day he took me on a small boat and we sailed far away. Suddenly he caught me like a puppy and threw me into the Adriatic. I remember my horror - I drank water and was sure I would drown. And my father started to swim away. I only saw his retreating back. I shouted, but he did not turn around. I thought that it did not matter to him whether I would survive or die. I felt anger and decided not to give up. From this rage I started to follow him. He stopped the boat and waited without looking at me. When he heard me swim, he reached out and dragged me aboard. We have not exchanged a word. I remember the feeling of loneliness and desperation. I realized that since my own father does not love me, it means that you can not love me and I will never be loved.

> he caught me like a puppy and threw me into the Adriatic
> started to swim away
> I shouted, but he did not turn around

Wasn't there something about rituals working if performed correctly, even if the people involved do not believe in them?
Is modern art witchcraft using unsuspecting idiots to increase power?

> Furthermore, religious Jews apparently pray to Satan almost as readily as they pray to God, and depending upon the various rabbinical schools, the particular rituals and sacrifices they practice may be aimed at enlisting the support of the one or the other. Once again, so long as the rituals are properly followed, the Satan-worshippers and the God-worshippers get along perfectly well and consider each other equally pious Jews, merely of a slightly different tradition. One point that Shahak repeatedly emphasizes is that in traditional Judaism the nature of the ritual itself is absolutely uppermost, while the interpretation of the ritual is rather secondary. So perhaps a Jew who washes his hands three times clockwise might be horrified by another who follows a counter-clockwise direction, but whether the hand-washing were meant to honor God or to honor Satan would be hardly be a matter of much consequence.

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Crowley, Magick in Theory and Practice:
>We cannot say why divination is valid. We cannot trace the process by which it performs it marvels. But the same objections apply equally well to the telephone. No man knows what electricity is, or the nature of the forces which determine its action.
>We know only that by doing certain things we get certain results

>that pic
why is a serb soldier yelling at the federal republic of yugoslavia soldier?
For losing Kosovo?

>I was punished, of course. I was punished frequently, for the slightest infraction, and the punishments were almost always physical—hitting and slapping. My mother and her sister Ksenija, who moved in with us temporarily, did the punishing, never my father. They hit me till I was black and blue; I had bruises all over. But sometimes they had other methods. There was a kind of hidden clothes closet in our apartment, a very deep and dark closet—the word in Serbo-Croatian is plakar. The door blended into the wall, and it had no doorknob; you just pushed it to open it. I was fascinated with this closet, and terrified of it. I was not allowed to go inside. Sometimes when I was bad, though—or when my mother or my aunt said I’d been bad—they would lock me in this closet.
>I was so afraid of the dark. But this plakar was filled with ghosts, spiritual presences—luminous beings, shapeless and silent but not at all frightening. I would talk to them. It felt completely normal to me that they were there. They were simply part of my reality, my life. And the moment I turned on the light, they would vanish

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> A strange story about Nesa and me. There was a strong attraction between us, and I always wanted to make love, but he could not finish the act. It was very frustrating for both of us. But then I somehow got pregnant from this inadequate lovemaking. I had an abortion—the first of three I would have in my life. I never wanted to have children. This was an absolute with me, for so many reasons.
> But then, the moment Nesa learned that I was pregnant, everything changed—he became instantly potent. It was amazing! And still we continued our frustrating life together. There I was, almost 25, a married woman, living apart from my husband.

WTF

she got a dog instead
>The next morning we went to the Belgrade dog pound and got a puppy. It was Ulay’s idea. I had aborted his child the previous autumn, in Amsterdam, and I had no intention of ever starting a family—I simply could not reconcile fully being an artist with being a mother, too.

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Why are you even posting this utter crap, user? In what world is this even slightly interesting, and why the fuck are you buying and financing this crap?

>In what world is this even slightly interesting
In the world where these people dine with Clinton's chief of staff.

This. Lurk moar or check the archives.

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