#lithaus

So Hip-Hop is going where we going So the next time you ask yourself where Hip-Hop is going Ask yourself: where am I going? How am I doing? 'til you get a clear idea So . . . if Hip-Hop is about the people . . . Hip-Hop won't get better until the people get better

Against winds and against history. Nothing in this autobiographical tale makes it possible for the spectator to identify names or dates. There is nothing in these images of the “already there” that enables us to find our way; this photography is scandalously ahistoric and so unsophisticated. It is an artisanal work of art, a traditional craft, that is affirmed by its implementation. Laurent Millet cuts and sharpens bits of wood […] He raises the sails for derisory trips. The installation is much too fragile to hold up to the winds. But only the snapshot and the speed of the shutter are able to preserve the essential, the illusory portrait of the master of the elements, to write not only with the sun but also the wind.

That is the only freedom that is entirely ours: to be monsters to ourselves.

Imagining your silence, the way you have completely forgotten what you swore and promised, and feeling that I was nothing but a name spoken long ago in a vast and now vanished garden. A name like a petal that falls.

Everyone lied, and everyone knew they were being lied to, and yet lying and being lied to was preferable to the truth.

Yes, and the body has memory. The physical carriage hauls more than its weight. The body is the threshold across which each objectionable call passes into consciousness–all the unintimidated, unblinking, and unflappable resilience does not erase the moments lived through . . .