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MASSIVE ATTACK


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manifesto:

Camp
I can give no adequate description of the Horror Camp in which my men and myself were to spend the next month of our lives. It was just a barren wilderness, as bare as a chicken run. Corpses lay everywhere, some in huge piles, sometimes they lay singly or in pairs where they had fallen. It took a little time to get used to seeing men women and childen collapse as you walked by them and to restrain oneself from going to their assistance. One had to get used early to the idea that the individual just did not count. One knew that five hundred a day were dying and that five hundred a day were going on dying for weeks before anything we could do would have the slightest effect. It was, however, not easy to watch a child choking to death from diptheria when you knew a tracheotomy and nursing would save it, one saw women drowning in their own vomit because they were too weak to turn over, and men eating worms as they clutched a half loaf of bread purely because they had to eat worms to live and now could scarcely tell the difference. Piles of corpses, naked and obscene, with a woman too weak to stand proping herself against them as she cooked the food we had given her over an open fire; men and women crouching down just anywhere in the open relieving themselves of the dysentary which was scouring their bowels, a woman standing stark naked washing herself with some issue soap in water from a tank in which the remains of a child floated. It was shortly after the British Red Cross arrived, though it may have no connection, that a very large quantity of lipstick arrived. This was not at all what we men wanted, we were screaming for hundreds and thousands of other things and I don't know who asked for lipstick. I wish so much that I could discover who did it, it was the action of genius, sheer unadulterated brilliance. I believe nothing did more for these internees than the lipstick. Women lay in bed with no sheets and no nightie but with scarlet red lips, you saw them wandering about with nothing but a blanket over their shoulders, but with scarlet red lips. I saw a woman dead on the post mortem table and clutched in her hand was a piece of lipstick. At last someone had done something to make them individuals again, they were someone, no longer merely the number tatooed on the arm. At last they could take an interest in their appearance. That lipstick started to give them back their humanity.

An extract from the diary of Lieutenant Colonel Mervin Willett Gonin DSO who was among the first British soldiers to liberate Bergen-Belsen in 1945.

Source: Imperial War museum

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The Modern Mythology: "
a stream of consciousness, becomes a river, becomes a lake, becomes a sea"



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Fresh off the success of New Coke, the marketing geniuses at the Coca-Cola Company created OK Soda in 1994. The soda had an unusual marketing campaign, which featured negative publicity and was aimed at the 'disaffected youth' market.

OK Soda has been remembered more for its unique advertising campaign than for its fruity flavor." (0) comments

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TV404, Kécécé ?

TV404, c'est l'esprit de l'association Rezal404 sous la forme d'un écran. A savoir l'indépendance, la promotion désintéressée d'artistes hétéroclites et de leurs oeuvres sous toutes les formes visuelles qui bougent existantes.

Courts métrages, clips, expérimentations, concerts, et cetera et tutti chianti, voilà la programmation de TV404, qui émet pas moins de 24 heures dans une seule journée. Tous les artistes sont bien évidemment les bienvenus, pour peu que le contenu de leurs oeuvres n'aille pas dans le sens inverse des aiguilles de l'humanité.


TV404 se veut une alternative aux gros médias hertzio-câblo-satellitaro-ADSLien, en donnant aux pitis hors du circuit du profit une tribune pouvant être consultée par tous, ou tout du moins par ceux qui ont de quoi.

TV404 n'est pas tout à fait une TV, n'est pas foncièrement une 404. C'est bien plus encore.

Alors, venez faire partie de notre bande passante !

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