19.12.10

ΒΕΡΟΛΙΝΟ. 100 ΧΡΟΝΙΑ ΑΠΟ ΤΗ ΓΕΝΝΗΣΗ ΤΟΥ ΖΑΝ ΖΕΝΕ


GENET
Homage on the occasion of his 100 birthday
Opening: Mo., 6th. Dezember 2010, 7pm
Where: Gay Museum, ground floor and 2nd floor (entrance, 1st courtyard)
Mehringdamm 61, 10961 Berlin
[ground floor with limited wheelchair accessibility: three steps; 2nd floor not accessible for wheelchairs]
Duration: 7th. Dezember 2010 to 74th. March 2011

On 19th December Jean Genet would have been 100 years old. The Gay Museum honours the ingenious, scandal-embroiled author with a great biographic exhibition. At the same time the homage is the prelude for the festivities on the occasion of the 25th birthday of the Gay Museum, which has now dedicated itself to the investigation of gay and increasingly lesbian-queer history(s) for already a quarter of a century.
Jean Genet (*19th December 1910 – †15th April 1986) cultivates the evil. The pederast, as Sartre kept calling him in order to stress the scandal of homosexuality in his disparaging form, seems to appear oddly curious as a term today. Genet’s autobiographic novels deal with theft, murder, betrayal and homosexuality. Cocteau was shocked and enthusiastic, however he didn’t think they were publishable. At the beginning, they circulated among enthusiasts. At the same time, they were proscribed and desired because of their pornographic directness. They are the basis for Genet’s myth. Genet, who was the unloved child, handed over into public care, the problem youngster, the thief and the hustler, who liberated himself from the predetermined cycle of offences and punishment by literature. His novel Querelle was the anticipated climax of possible gay literature. It was especially loved by the gays. For a long time, despite the literary qualities, Querelle served as an inspiration for masturbation – yet there was hardly anything else. The novel which was published by Rowohlt in 1955, was prohibited by the German Department of Public Prosecution. Only in 1960 did Andreas J. Meyer, the German publisher of Genet, enforce the release of Notre-Dame-des Fleurs.
Saint Genet, Sartre’s monumental introduction, published as volume one of Genet’s collected works at Gallimand in 1952, dominates the first room of our exhibition. 168 quotations describe Sartre’s attempt as a Marxist Psychoanalysis, which finally led to Genet’s end as a novel author. The last word for a long time, demanding respect, decried by gay authors, Sarte solidified the myth of Genet, also for Genet himself.
Set in contrast to that, there are excerpts from Querelle, supported by quotations of Genet, by artists, politicians, authors and members of the gay movement. Here we present the voluminous first editions. There are drawings of Cocteau applied on walls. Here you meet the myths of his inconsolable childhood and his criminal carrier. Small detours show Genet’s lovers and his friendship with Alberto Giacometti, completed with book illustrations of the Merlin publishing house.In the 1950s theatre works were created, which made Genet one of the most played authors on West German stages. His plays were considered scandalous. Often there were misunderstandings, if directors lent too much realism to poetic metaphors. Genet’s objections and refusals are legendary.
The central point of the second room of our homage are mainly the Berlin productions of Genet’s plays, in addition to his political engagement for the Black-Panther-Movement and his unfortunate mission for the RAF. An installation of the interview with the magazine “Die Zeit” by Hubert Fichte, with excerpts from Fichte’s diaries and photographs of Leonore Mau decorates the front side of the room. We present ten collages by Douglas James Johnson dealing with Genet’s disputed work Pompes Funèbres. Sartre praises Genet’s strange fascination for German fascism as successful proof of love for Genet’s friend and member of the resistance Jean Decarnin, the absolutely evil and at the same time banal, glorifying the Führer as gay, sexualising the German occupants: the German hereditary enemy humiliating the hated France and revenging the unloved solicitude pupil Genet.
The last part of the exhibition shows Fassbinder’s filmic realisation of Genet’s Querelle, created in 1982. We show both Werner Schroeter’s film script and Fassbinder’s version, in addition to posters, photographs, costumes and documents. The works of Anno Wilms deal with Genet’s rope dancer text. We show more theatre performances, photographs and films, realised during Jean Genet’s last period of life. A big wall is dedicated to his engagement for the Palestinians.

2 σχόλια:

Javier είπε...

Le vent qui roule un cœur sur le pavé des cours,
Un ange qui sanglotte accroché dans un arbre,
La colonne d'azur qu'entortille le marbre
Font ouvrir dans ma nuit des portes de secours.

Un pauvre oiseau qui tombe et le goût de la cendre,
Le souvenir d'un œil endormi sur le mur,
Et ce poing douloureux qui menace l'azur
Font au creux de ma main ton visage descendre.

Ce visage plus dur et plus léger qu'un masque,
Et plus lourd à ma main qu'aux doigts du réceleur
Le joyau qu'il convoite; il est noyé de pleurs.
Il est sombre et féroce, un bouquet vert le casque.

Ton visage est sévère: il est d'un pâtre grec.
Il reste frémissant aux creux de mes mains closes.
Ta bouche est d'une morte et tes yeux sont des roses,
Et ton nez d'un archange est peut-être le bec.

Le gel étincelant de ta pudeur méchante
Qui poudrait tes cheveux de clairs astres d'acier,
Qui couronnait ton front des pines du rosier
Quel haut-mal l'a fondu si ton visage chante?

Dis-moi quel malheur fou fait éclater ton œil
D'un désespoir si haut que la douleur farouche,
Affolée, en personne, orne ta ronde bouche
Malgré tes pleurs glacés, d'un sourire de deuil?

Ne chante pas ce soir les Costauds de la Lune!
Gamin d'or sois plutôt princesse d'une tour
Rêvant mélancolique à notre pauvre amour;
Ou sois le mousse blond qui veille à la grand'hune.

Et descend vers le soir pour chanter sur le pont
Parmi les matelots à genoux et nus tête
L'ave maris stella. Chaque marin tient prête
Sa verge qui bondit dans sa main de fripon.

Et c'est pour t'emmancher, beau mousse d'aventure
Qu'ils bandent sous leur froc les matelots musclés.
Mon Amour, mon Amour, voleras-tu les clés
Qui m'ouvriront ce ciel où tremble la mature

D'où tu sèmes, royal, les blancs enchantements
Qui neigent sur mon page, en ma prison muette:
L'épouvante, les morts dans les fleurs de violette....
La mort avec ses coqs; Ses fantômes d'amants...

Sur ses pieds de velours passe un garde qui rôde.
Repose en mes yeux creux le souvenir de toi.
Il se peut qu'on s'évade en passant par le toit.
On dit que la Guyane est une terre chaude.

Jean Genet "Le comdané à mort"

Javier είπε...

Ya me extrañaba que te hubieras olvidado.