Sans Terre
Sans Terrabyte
Bathed in a dull blue light, the soft spinning of the hard drive does no longer registers to the screengazer. Like a marine and his weapon, or a Baptist with a bible, the screengazer and computer begin to resemble each other in kind; for the latter it is aesthetic, and the former, kinetic (the movement [...]
Sans Terre: Dancing
Looking across the floor you make eye contact. You feel the music pulse. You shoulders dip, your hips sway, you nod your head- never breaking eye contact. Its a direct heart-to-eye-to-eye-to-heart transfer and you are powerless. He has you dancing. He has you dancing and you suddenly don’t give a shit that Derrick left the [...]
Sans Terre: Weather Report
Hakim Bey is a counter-culture philosopher/ theorist who thinks the internet is a waste of time. In comparing the social movements of the late 60s to the social movements of today, he was lead to the conclusion that the youth waste most of their talents, time and energy bimbling around on the internet instead of [...]
Sans Terre: Green Children
What does it mean that I would be more interested in all of the unusable footage that was not shown in this video than the video itself? I had a dear friend who went to India and Bangladesh for a while and as a result of such dire levels of poverty and human rights violations [...]
Sans Terre: Looks Like a Party
Great parties are rare and they do not need a lot of bells and whistles, literally or figuratively. They just are, like a tree. Good parties are helped by bells, alcohol, whistles and visuals, literally and figuratively conceived. This is why Palm Pictures’s Director Series actually work. But that series of directors videos is only [...]
Sans Terre: Fjords & Fnords
In a little house that lies between Mt. Fløien and the North Sea, I, like the Norwegian newspaper in my hands, find myself contextualized by my surroundings. And similar to the slightly audible, yet entirely invisible auropoiesis that compose the Fjords, the vitality and in-itself-ness of the paper’s fnords gust against my mind’s sails at [...]
Sans Terre: A Clearing in the Selva Oscura
Whenever I think of the reader I imagine a grossly corpulent, decadently dressed decrepit monarch with bits of undigested food and spittle splattered over a set of obscenely wide, wine-stained lips. Those lips, those engorged burlap sacks of crimson are fixed upon an even more obscenely red, water-fat baby face. And there, slouched atop a [...]
Sans Terre: How to Write Music Journalism
What in the name of God is music journalism? Drawing insightful associations between whatever music is in question and art, literature, religion, etc.? Offering arcane factoids about the artists? Tracing possible influences from one band to another? Relating subjective experiences? God forbid. If this was the case I would have retired long ago (or at [...]
Sans Terre(or)
From an early age my thoughts on monsters went as follows: Provided there are dangerous monsters lurking around in my bedroom/attic/closet then, by that same logic, would there not be some other force or species that keeps these creatures in check? Does not Darwin tell us of such? To put a finer point on it, [...]
Sans (Nan)Terre
To borrow a phrase from a bygone era, “Every question is a political question.” But who is into politics now that Obama is in the white house? Fortunately nobody is. This means nobody, save a few, has any idea how every one of their actions implicate them in torture and exploitation.
People are too busy losing [...]
Sans Terre: Heidi Torsvik
The following article was not written by me but by the most beautiful, intelligent, funny and wonderful person in the world; her name is Gunnhild Bakke.
Three or four times a year Heidi comes to visit me in Copenhagen where I’ve been living for the past 6 years. Most people come to stay for the weekend, [...]
Sans Terre: Razika
People tell me that they like to listen to “everything.” That cannot be true. Literally speaking, it cannot be true. But the response indicates something. Why would people be impelled to say they listen to everything? Are we a generation of musical dilettantes? Is our genre aloofness a brave gesture which flies in the face [...]
