“Iedereen die schrijft zal vroeg of laat tegen een muur aanlopen, een grens van wat niet kan, mag en moet worden geschreven. En vrijwel iedereen zal op dat moment terugschrikken en ervan afzien om het te schrijven. Want die muur staat er om ons te beschermen tegen wat we niet willen.” http://youtu.be/P7T0MMfEihI Karl Ove Knausgård, door sommigen al vergeleken met Marcel…
Art has rapidly become unimportant. Artists have been effectively dismissed by populists as subsidy-addicted scum. Media leaves no opportunity to downplay the consequences of the cuts that followed. Putin is about to bring a third world war to Europe. In Amsterdam on Saturday, September 6, three of the Netherlands' last daily newspaper critics talk to artists about...
I published two articles in NRC Handelsblad last year. The first (6 July 2013) was critical of government policy. There was little reaction to this. The second article (7 December 2013) was critical of the arts sector: it needs to make its own sharp choices. That did cause a stir, although I am convinced that many colleagues largely agree with the content...
Theatre-maker Anouk de Bruijn (32) has been to Guatemala seven times since 1999. For the Treaty of Utrecht, she entered into an exchange project with the Guatemalan group Caja Lúdica. Together, they are committed to giving people a positive experience through art. Their project 'Hidden War' is about the lives of young people in Guatemala.
over dctatorsDinaw Mengestu deelt zijn achternaam met de voornaam van één van Ethiopië gewezen dictators. “Vooralsnog ben ik schrijver, maar aspireer een carrière als dictator.” Dictators ontstaan niet in een vacuüm, stelt Mengestu. “Wij als burgers scheppen onze leiders.” In zijn voorgedragen verhaal geven de burgers al hun dromen uit handen. Ze schuiven al hun verantwoordelijkheid af richting de machthebbers.…
An alternative scene for classical events outside the ice palaces of classical music is growing. Last month you could 'classical clubbing' at the Yellow Lounge at the Westergasfabriek venue. The club was sold out, indeed with a large
"I love westerns," says one of the African players. "Because you always know how they end. Clearly. With only one winner." On the stage floor are four smoothly twirling, stomping dancing, trained performers from the Ivory Coast. They are a stark contrast to their co-stars: two lumbering, yoghurt-pale and uncoordinated German actors. The Africans speak French, the Germans mostly English. The...
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