The life story of Naomi Susan Isaacs sounds a bit like a music biopic, except she has done lots of other things besides singing and playing music throughout her life, and didn’t end up in Motown. Naomi was born in post-World War II London, the daughter of a pianist and ballet dancer with strict rules about musical consumption (classical…
Daily haiku: Solitude – Floors for solo waltz/ A love letter to yourself/ Time to read that book
“The weird thing about voicing an advert is that at the point you think you sound ridiculous, you are actually about right. What you hear in your head sounds so over the top, but when dropped into the mix of images and music, it just fits. Voice artists live in a world of make believe and yet must believe in it with absolute honesty.”
In this post, this traveling blogger continues to make her way through Leipzig, discovering döner, things about Bach she never knew, cool street art and the best hotdog she’s ever had.
Daily haiku: Loneliness – Floorboards sound like ghosts/ Spam crowds out your old e-mails/ Single bed feels big
“Through the sterile representation of ancient objects we are reminded that the non-material world was always illusion. The disenchantment that came with the enlightenment was merely a recognition of the true human condition, rather than a process that was rooted in a particular (materialist) ontology. The reduction of human history to technological evolution is the historiographical manifestation of this materialism. This narrative can be sold especially effectively in a city like Chemnitz, where ‘actually existing socialism’ has only very recently been replaced by financialised capitalism. Both ideologies reduce human history to its material dimensions.”