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Proto Anime Cut is the first exhibition and the first publication outside Japan that presents these works as what they are: testimonies to a kind of individual and highl y inspirational artistic practice on the border of film, visual art and pop culture. In deed, it is a whole new sensation to have the sketches of Ghost in the Shell and Rebuild of Evangelion right there, in front of my nose. It gives me that profound, inside vision I've been craving for so long ago. It even gives me a bit of the sensation Walter Benjamin called aura, the mere mystification of metonymy. As for publications, I must point out that I am only the most humble and unnoticed of many western academics that have been writing seriously about the matters for a couple of years now (Vanina Papalini, Thomas Lamarre). As for exhibitions, it is also notorious how this brings anime once more closer to people who in other contexts would discard it as just weird cartoons. The group that went round with the guide was...

Wie kann ich überhaupt über einen Slam schreiben wo ich selber mitgemacht habe? Na ja, es war aber doch kein Slam, sondern ein Jam. Und wenn ich nicht drüber schreiben darf, wer sollte überhaupt entscheiden? On Monday I was back in Subrosa, by the docks, the small riverdocks of Dortmund. This time I finally understood the difference between a Poetry Slam and a Poetry Jam. Big difference. You see, last time I had participated it was just at the moment of the selection for the slam championship, so the competition was feroscious. The first time I didn't participate nor even completely understand what was going on, although there was Annika Blanke. Her poetry is the most gorgeous experience I've had with life readings. This time around, anyways, I wasn't half as late as I expected, and so I could sign up propperly and sit along with other newcommers and some more experienced poets and performers. "Hier ist es eigentlich kein Wetbewerb" said a guy fellow who had turne...