Daily Lazy: Comedy Club / Berlin

Comedy Club / curated by Burkhard Beschow, Anne Fellner and Jens Einhorn

Tamina Amadyar, Paul Barsch, Burkhard Beschow & Anne Fellner, Robert Brambora, Jens Einhorn, Tilman Hornig, Erik Larsson, Real Positive, Alex Rathbone, Sofia Restorp, Lin May Saeed, Santiago Taccetti

April 29 - May 1, 2016

Comedy Club, Berlin

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Paul Barsch

Lin May Saeed

Erik Larsson

Lin May Saeed

Erik Larsson

Jens Einhorn

Burkhard Beschow & Anne Fellner

Sofia Restorp

Santiago Taccetti

Lin May Saeed

Real Positive

Santiago Taccetti

Tamina Amadyar

Paul Barsch

Erik Larsson

Alex Rathbone

Santiago Taccetti

Tilman Hornig

Robert Brambora

dada

Photos by Jens Einhorn

If stones could speak they would tell us of far away, unknown times. Of things, phenomena, light, shadows, dust, the songs of life from the endless deeps of the past. The stone lives long. Crumbles, breaks mutates. Lets itself patiently be formed from the hand the human wishes to be. Fuck it's beautiful! It forms itself into that which is harder than its flesh (??) Stone the metaphor for hard feelings. Heart the metaphor for love. Your heart is stone means you cannot love. Stoneheart could also mean to be unyielding towards temptations letting ones principles of love be bent. How can a stone help if man is so hard. And man is hard relentless towards his kin. Man doesn't understand himself and despairs. His physique is weak. His psyche is weak in the translation of its thoughts and images to reality. Man in (can't read) egotism keeps his kin weak. We will never grow as old as stones. PHEW The other text isn't as poetic it is a bit silly the beginning that is Ah shit I thought it was more political and about art specific Thanks for the translation tho! I will rejig the text I thought it was about him and against art that is commercial It is i just don't like the beginning "Good day, morning and midday. May I introduce myself.... Cool it would be Amazing if I could get that one from u translated otherwise my conclusion is on its arse who first glimpsed the dull light of a lightbulb in 1956 and shortly thereafter the most beautiful woman in the room, her head bowed making a baby smile. It took me a while to find out it was a mother, mine. ok i'm going to summarize. "...rebellion in art class, painting school walls. painting che guevara in a party locale "Volcanic Eruption, cease to ask me if i may be but if i am." Just as all of life is a exercise in becoming human: upright, gallant, loving in responsibility for the whole universe. Existing in the universe, here is decided what will become of mankind, here the pragmatic truths are formed, found in our religious metaphors: God, heaven and nell, the wish for immortality, soul searching, reincarnation. And all will be different then the lovely fairytales. Art is the tool of the gardener, the universe calls.