August 13, 2010

The weeping revolutionary.


Once I wrote about the weeping revolutionary and that that figure is my personal heritage I took from Fassbinder. Melodrama, which Fassbinder loved so much, ever tells you: if only you could have recognized what was always yours. At the same time it promises the sudden upswing: you can do it, but no, not really. And then the tears flow for the final credits, so as to reconcile you with the fact that every thing goes passivity. But perhaps, perhaps, the big perhaps, tears flow from the passionate feeling of the connection between your life and power, of how unbearable and fucked up it is. This is the birth of the weeping revolutionary.

- Katja Diefenbach


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