#Einfühlung

[linguist-breakaribecca]

Today (August 21st) is my birthday! And while I’m getting a couple texts and a few dozen posts on my Facebook wall, the only actual present I got today was a CBD caramel from the shop I go to down in Chicago. And several people asking what my plans are for the day (one - purchase cheesecake; two - eat cheesecake; three - rewatch Dimension 20), but no one making even virtual plans.

I am in The Doldrumsᵀᴹ because my parents were the party-planner gift-givers and I lost my mom in 2009 and my dad this past May, and somehow even the friends who plan things for each other always wait for me to choose my own adventure. Time goes by, life changes, and it gets hard sometimes to focus on a whole future of potential when the present feels so stagnant and doom-flavored.

Anyway, I’ll have the chicken nugget meal with barbecue sauce and a sweet tea. Thank you.

[forever-this-life]

Ich mag tiefgründige Menschen. Menschen, die sich Gedanken machen. Menschen mit Sorgen. Menschen mit Ängsten.  Menschen mit Sehnsüchten. Menschen mit Gefühlen. Menschen mit Geheimnissen. Menschen mit Einfühlungsvermögen. Denn all das macht Menschen interessant.

[thebonesofhoudini]

Seidensticker - Einfühlung (Out To Lunch [OTL 009], 2001)

[kunst-kultur]

Werkschau in der Tate Modern. Wie seine Arbeiten es verstehen, sich in die Natur einzufühlen und Kunst zu verstehen.

Dazu ttt: https://www.daserste.de/information/wissen-kultur/ttt/videos/sendung-vom-14072019-video-100.html @Tate @olafureliasson #titelthesentemperamente Kunst bei KUNO: https://www.kunoweb.de/bildende-k%C3%BCnste/

[frankmr]

Can't find it #einfühlung #empathy #neverending #neversilent #neveralone #art #artist #sketch #broken https://www.instagram.com/p/ByVCJxBolEc/?igshid=1szqymmsqfk2b

[theothername]

Will we have some gay vibes from the future Adjudicator?

Trivia

The Adjudicator is the first main antagonist in a John Wick film not to die in their debut film.

Tattooed on the left side of their neck is "einfühlung", which is German for empathy.

Actor Asia Kate Dillon is Non-Binary. There are also multiple pieces of evidence in the film that reflect that for The Adjudicator. This could mean that The Adjudicator is also Non-Binary.

From the John Wick Wiki

[tempe-corals]

Ok, vielleicht liegt es an ihm oder daran, dass ich kein koreanisch kann. Kidai Kim ist Bildhauer und sammelt diese ganzen Dinger, wie sie auf deinem Strandbild, Henderson Island, angeschwemmt wurden. Was mich in Kombination mit der Interpretation deines pinkfarbenen Lichts zu der Frage bringt: Was hälst Du von Alarmsystemen? Haben Korallen Warnrufe? Sollten wir etwas als Warnruf verstehen, statt darüber hinweg zu gehen? Was wäre ein Warnruf an der Land-Wasser-Grenze, um Menschen an einen respektvollen Umgang zu erinnern? Und sollte es einen Warnmechanismus in unserem Alltag geben, egal welches Wasser wir dort berühren? Verstehen wir Resonanz nach der Psychologie-Definition als "Resonanz, empathische, das Mitansprechen oder Mitschwingen von Gefühlen oder Gedanken bei anderen Menschen (Einfühlung, Emotionen-Klassifikation)", dann könnten skurrile, überzogene Warnsysteme die Taubheit menschlicher Aufmerksamkeit auf die Spitze treiben und das Konzept der Empathie in Frage stellen. Was ich eh gut finden würde. Alle reden über Empathie, sind Menschen, das am Ende wirklich. Beleg hierfür Athenes liebevolles Verhalten gegenüber Medusa. (Anfangs war Medusa wunderschön, doch als Athene Poseidon in ihren eigenem Tempel bei der Vergewaltigung von Medusa sah (einige andere Versionen sprechen von Geschlechtsverkehr ohne Erwähnung irgendeiner Vergewaltigung), wurde sie so zornig, dass sie Medusa in ein hässliches Ungeheuer verwandelte: Schlangenhaare, lange Zunge und glühende Augen. Ein Blick in ihr Gesicht reichte aus, um einen Mann in Stein zu verwandeln. Nach einer anderen Überlieferung hieß es, dass alle drei Schwestern von außerordentlicher Schönheit waren und aufgrund ihres großen Stolzes von den Göttern in schlangenartige Ungeheuer verwandelt wurden.)

[ilfascinodelvago]

Avete fatto caso che ai matrimoni i primi a piangere sono quelli già sposati?

I tedeschi la chiamano Einfühlung

[fabiansteinhauer]

Stillungsimulation

1.

Man kann das Heimweh stillen, in dem man Heimat simuliert. Nach ein, zwei Monaten Arbeit in Beijing (China) waren wir, d.s. Sweti, Goscha und ich, so weit, dann sind wir zu Schindlers Tankstelle gegangen. Das war einmal, ist vielleicht immer noch, ein deutsches Restaurant. Wir haben uns auch nicht geschämt, einmal mit Messer und Gabel zu essen. Kassler und Kartoffelpüree. Kassler musste man schneiden, Püree nur streichen. Alles lecker. Die Abweichung merkte man, aber wir wollten einfach mal wieder vorportioniert privatisierte Teller haben und Fleisch schneiden.

2.

Man kann auch das Fernweh stillen, in dem man Ferne simuliert. Das folgt einer kalendarischen Logik, es gibt einen Tag der Fernwehstillung im Jahr, der liegt im August, verschiebt sich da manchmal etwas nach vorne, etwas nach hinten. Heute war Fernwehstillungstag 2022. An diesen Tagen ist es immer heißer als einem noch vertraut ist. Den Fehler, den viele begehen, ist, an diesem Tag in ein Restaurant mit ausländischer Küche zu gehen, also zum Beispiel zum Italiener zu gehen, um sich wie in Italien zu fühlen. Aber dann merkt man vor allem die Abweichung und weiß, wie zuhause man ist.

Wenn man wirklich Fernweh stillen will, dann muss man auf die Ringstraßen oder die Ausfahrtstraßen, zu den Flughäfen oder in die Einkaufszentren. Die simulieren nicht Ausland, im Ausland sind die genauso. Dann kann man da zu McDonalds gehen, McDonalds simuliert keine Fremde, McDonalds ist in der Fremde das Selbe. Die Fernwehstillung wird simuliert, in diesen Fällen aber auf Grundlage des Selben.

Im Nordwestenzentrum im heißen August, das ist beste Fernwehstillungssimulation. Da kommt auch Schwalbach nicht ran. Otto Apel war einfach ein Meister der Einfühlung. Gelernt bei u.a. Albert Speer konnte der alles wendig wie ein Höfling bauen, was in der Moderne zu seiner Zeit so gebaut wurde. Er hat es jedes mal verdammt gut gemacht: Das Studierendenhaus auf dem Campus Bockenheim, die amerikanische Botschaft und das Amerikahaus, der irre Bau auf der Berliner Straße, die Oper und das Schauspielhaus, das Interconti oder eben das Nordwestzentrum: alles fantastisch. Nichts erfunden, alles verbessert, ein echter Star für Leute, die schon bei den Wörtchen Innovation oder Kreativität würgen, bei dem Wort Innovationsbüro Amok laufen wollen, aber fest daran glauben, das gute Kunst verbessert werden muss.

[chicago-geniza]

allowed 2 blog because i am in the bathroom, so:

- back 2 earlier post re: un-realism, what is considered "believable" (endurable suffering), the scope of literary realism, & i am thinking of how this connects to empathy in its original use (Einfühlung), an aesthetic term, which described a way of relating to visual art (projecting one's feelings into shapes; where pathetic fallacy meets synesthesia). "empathy" is a calque of the german ("in-feeling"), & i am thinking about schulz's idea of text as dynamic 'midrash' on the fixed form of the image, often subverting/transgressing the apparent interpretation. i am thinking about bodies as fixed forms, & Representation, & aesthetic empathy as a projection of the reader/viewer's emotions onto a static image. narrative interiority has the *potential* to destabilize that process, but only insofar as it "exceeds" the limits of believability, i.e., the reader's capacity for empathy--that is to say, their capacity to imagine human suffering in the realist mode (something that could happen in real life, to a real person); their *willingness* to believe that amount of suffering exists "in real life." it's *so* extreme that to project their own emotions--their "petty" suffering--into the pages of that character's interiority feels, to use a discursive term, like 'appropriation.' to use an affective term, it might just feel uncomfortable. surely the gulf is too great, & anyone who experienced suffering on that scale would also experience, like, the shrimp colors of human emotions? something no *normal* human could ever experience? surely the banality of evil--even such excessive evil it seems "unsurvivable"--doesn't imply a corresponding banality of emotional experience with which the common reader could...empathize? surely it transforms you into something other than human, passion-bearer or monstrous vermin? in some ways it reminds me of the way people talk about certain kinds of disabilities: "if i were you, i'd *kill* myself." the fixed form of the body & the feelings projected into it: aesthetic empathy. how the novel form disrupts that; what people do when confronted with the fact that they *can* empathize with the emotional experience of a character whose *lived* experience they nevertheless find unbelievable.

[maaarine]

Empathy (Heidi Maibom, 2020)

“Dispositional empathy is understood as a personality or character trait and is measured almost exclusively using self-report indices.

The most encompassing and widely used dispositional empathy scale is The Interpersonal Reactivity Index, or IRI for short.

The IRI measures empathy, sympathy, emotional contagion, perspective taking, and fantasy.

We have talked about the first three items but not the last one.

Fantasy, or imagination as philosophers would be more likely to call it, is closely related to perspective taking because without it our new perspective will have little, or no, content.

Mark Davis, designer of the IRI, assumes that highly empathic people are also people who find it easy to imagine being in situations other than the one that they are currently in,

who are readily transported by fictional stories, and who tend to identify with the main characters of the fictions that they consume.

The idea seems solid enough. 

If you have poor imaginative skills, you will not be able to take other people’s perspectives well and may, as a result, fail to experience both empathy and sympathy for them.

The idea that imagination or fantasy is central to empathy relates to the roots of the term.

Empathy is the English translation of the German Einfühlung, a term used by philosophers such as Friederich Theodor Vischer and Theodor Lipps to describe a central element in art appreciation, namely the ability to live oneself into the aesthetic object. (…)

There are good reasons to be skeptical about how accurate self-report measures are.

Empathy self-reporting has been found to be influenced by social desirability, desire for positive self-evaluation, and stereotyping.

Moreover, violent sex offenders have been found to score high on sympathy (empathic concern) on the IRI, as have psychopaths.

For reasons such as these, some researchers have looked elsewhere for more reliable ways of testing empathy.

Physiological measures are an attractive alternative.”

[nothingunrealistic]

btw of course interested in a Akd's Acting Career Two Nickels post, just as some audience input here

i’d have two nickels if i had a nickel for every time asia kate dillon:

did a russian accent for a role (taylor — billions, val/entina —gen:LOCK)

played a character who discusses what happens in Gangster Movies™ (taylor, cam — fast & furious crossroads)

played a character who likes tuna / imitation tuna (taylor, cam)

played a character who got hung up on in the middle of a phone conversation and looked indignantly at the phone (taylor, the adjudicator — john wick 3)

played a character who eats sushi at least once (taylor, the adjudicator)

played a character who’s nonbinary and bisexual and fucks (taylor, izzy* — the outside story)

played a character whose Look was short but not buzzcut-short hair, a long black coat, and a generally intimidating demeanor (the adjudicator, line lady 1 — master of none)

was in media set in nyc with a guy named winston (taylor, the adjudicator)

was in media that mentioned wu-tang clan’s once upon a time in shaolin (taylor, cam)

was in media that also starred sonequa martin-green (cam, izzy)

played lucifer and was at odds with gabriel (lucifer — the mysteries, homeless woman / lucifer — opus for all)

and a bonus round!

four nickels: playing characters who have their einfühlung tattoo (cam, the adjudicator, homeless woman / lucifer, brandy — orange is the new black)

five nickels: was in media set in nyc, with or without a winston (taylor, the adjudicator, izzy, line lady 1, bald girl — younger)

six nickels: playing trans characters (taylor, the adjudicator, cam, izzy*, val/entina, albert cashier — good men wanted)

*it’s not explicitly clear that izzy is nonbinary, but from what the writer/director has said about the movie, it makes more sense than their gender being anything else

[lumoshyperion]

Idk if I've posted this scene before, but since we were on the topic of my obscure wips - here's an excerpt from the empath AU that really gives you a sense of what it's about!

The second time it happened, Albus was eight years old, and he was staying with his Uncle George and Aunt Angelina. He always loved staying with them, and with his two cousins. Fred could always make him laugh, even when he was sad or missing home.

He shared a room with him whenever he visited. There was a trundle bed, just for Albus, and they would talk and laugh into the night until Fred fell asleep and Albus stayed awake, watching the stars outside the window. He liked staying up late. He liked the peace and quiet, when everyone else was asleep and all he could hear or feel was himself.

But he knew, even as he lay there, that someone else was awake. He could feel a chill seeping up through the carpet. He rolled over and let his hand hover just above the floor. It was faint, but he could still feel it. Someone was crying.

Albus quietly got up and pattered downstairs, barefoot so that he wouldn’t wake anyone else. The fire was still going in the main room. And, as he peered inside, he quickly spotted his uncle sitting alone on the couch with his head in his hands.

Albus hovered in the doorway. He couldn’t tell if his uncle would want company or not. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen him cry, but usually another grown up was there to talk to him. And Albus was only eight years old. He didn’t know what to say or do. But his body answered for him, walking over to the couch and wordlessly sitting down next to his uncle.

He stopped crying, but didn’t speak, and Albus fiddled with his hands as he wondered what to do next. It was instinct that told him to lean in until his head was on his shoulder. Eventually, Uncle George wrapped an arm around him, and they sat together in silence in front of the fire until Albus fell asleep. 

“That was really kind, what you did for your Uncle George,” Harry said, the next day as they made dinner together. “I’m proud of you, Albus.”

Albus shrugged and looked away. He didn’t do it for approval or thanks. And the pride in his dad’s eyes as he looked at him across the kitchen made him feel strange, somehow. He just wanted to keep peeling vegetables while his dad hummed at the stove, the same as they usually did every weeknight. He’d always loved the peace of it, the familiarity of it. Like dipping his feet in the waves at the beach, with the sand between his toes and the sun on his face, it wrapped a sense of warmth and comfort around him.

But his dad wasn’t finished, flashing a smile over his shoulder as he continued, “How did you know he was awake? Couldn’t you sleep on Fred’s trundle bed?”

“No, it wasn’t like that. I just… knew,” He paused, flicking carrot peels into a bowl. “I could feel him crying.”

Harry dropped his knife, making Albus wince. It clattered loudly across the chopping board before he caught it and turned to stare at Albus, who stared back.

“When you say that – you felt him crying,” Harry began, after a while. His expression was closed off, but Albus could feel his anxiety rippling through the air. “What do you mean? Have you – is that the first time you’ve felt something like that?”

He pondered his answer for a moment. He knew he couldn’t keep it a secret any longer, and a part of him just wanted his dad to tell him that it was all going to be okay. “It’s not the first time. I could tell mum had hurt her shoulder at training today, because I could feel it. And I could tell Lily was sad when you said she couldn’t go to the movies with Alice, even though she didn’t say anything,” he explained, without looking at Harry. “I thought it would stop one day, but it hasn’t.”

Albus pushed the bowl and vegetable peeler aside. He’d almost cut his thumb with the blade, as he struggled to keep his hands still and stop fiddling nervously. “How long has this been happening, Albus?”

“Christmas at Nan and Grandad’s house when I was six.” He finally looked up, feeling the pinch of pain in his dad’s expression before he saw it. “Are you… are you mad at me?”

“No,” Harry uttered, his voice almost breaking as he crossed the kitchen and sat down next to Albus. “No, of course not. I just - wish you’d told me sooner.”

He frowned. “You know what it is?”

His dad nodded, slowly. “It’s like - empathy. Do you know what that is?” Albus shrugged. “It’s when you can understand what someone else is feeling. Usually it ends there, but for some people it’s - more than that. For some people, they can feel what everyone else is feeling. Like reading their thoughts or memories, except - it isn’t a spell. You can’t turn it off. And it’s rare. Only a few people have it. Like my mum, and Teddy’s dad."

As he spoke, it hit Albus. The familiarity in his voice, the look in his eyes. “And you?”

Harry smiled, wistfully. “And me. It’s something your Aunt Hermione has been researching for years. There isn’t a name for it yet, but she wants to call it Empatheia or Einfühlung. I think that’s German? It sounds German.”

Albus laughed, a little, and Harry’s smile grew more genuine and unencumbered by sadness. Something about the thought of his aunt scouring books and libraries for something that might help made him feel less alone, and he could tell his dad was feeling the exact same way.

“Professor Lupin said we were empaths. So that’s the word I’ve always used,” Harry explained. “And he told me that it’s a gift. Even if sometimes it doesn’t feel like one.”

They lapsed into silence after that. Albus staring out the window and Harry glancing over at the pot of water boiling on the stove, before Albus finally spoke up, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” his dad replied, leaning forward in his seat and clasping his hands together.

“Can we… Can I feel things for other people?”

Harry gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“Uncle George is sad lots of the time. And Nan cries every Christmas,” he explained, tugging nervously on his middle finger to avoid looking at his dad. “But can I take it from them? If I don’t want them to be sad anymore, can I be sad for them?” He paused and sniffed. He wasn’t sure he was explaining it right. “I don’t - I don’t mind. I can do it.”

Albus watched his dad’s face crumple, and he opened his mouth to apologise - maybe he’d said something wrong, or upset him somehow? - but his words were stifled when Harry pulled him into his arms. He let out a sigh of relief and buried his face in his shoulder.

[wirnennenesnichtarbeit]

Einfühlung

Die Kinder haben von dem Frachter im Suez-Kanal erfahren, denn sie schauen nun öfter mal Logo. Als wir darüber sprechen, sagt der Sechsjährige: “Von dem Schiff will man nicht der Kapitän sein.” Nein, sage ich und lache. Das wäre jetzt sehr unangenehm. Und heimlich denke ich: alles richtig gemacht. Wie er sich sofort in andere hineindenken und -fühlen kann. All die Romane, die wir gemeinsam gelesen und bei denen wir mitgefiebert haben, dass wir miteinander sprechen und Dinge von allen möglichen Seiten betrachten und die Tatsache, dass die Kinder so viel miteinander und mit anderen sind, all das macht sie zu mitfühlenden, sich sorgenden Wesen. Wie schön. 

[pfilme]

Manhunter (1986)

Vor “Das Schweigen der Lämmer” war “Manhunter”, eine scheinbare Blaupause nicht nur für viele Hannibal Lecter- und andere Serienkiller-Filme der nachfolgenden Jahrzehnte, sondern mit seiner akribischen Aufbereitung polizeilicher Ermittlungsarbeit und ihrer Technologien sicherlich auch für die Flut an Krimi-Nachmittagsfernsehen à la “CSI”, die nicht zuletzt auch Hauptdarsteller William Petersen verschlucken sollte. Dabei ist Michael Mann diesen Nachfolgern freilich ästhetisch schon durch seine Kameraarbeit überlegen. Wurde dieser Formwillen seinerzeit noch mit dem ausgetretenen Argument des “style over substance” abgetan, offenbart solche Kritik heute eine Unterschätzung sowohl des Stils als auch der Substanz. Manns Perspektiven, Kompositionen und unnatürliche, intensive Farbgebung sind nicht bloß selbstzweckhafte Ornamente, sondern in ihren besten Momenten als Entäußerungen der beschädigten Innerlichkeit seiner Figuren zu verstehen. In durchaus expressionistischer Tradition ist die ganze Welt des Films überformt von der getriebenen, neuralgischen Subjektivität des Ermittlers Will Graham - die Montage des finalen Shootouts treibt dies mit Jump Cuts und wechselnder Bildrate auf die Spitze. Darin ist der Film Grahams eigener empathischer Methode angemessen, die ihm um den Preis der psychischen Angleichung Einfühlung in die von ihm gesuchten Killer ermöglicht.

In der Darstellung dieser notwendigen Verwandtschaft der Psychopathen mit dem Ermittler, der sie verstehen will, nimmt “Manhunter” auch das zentrale Motiv der späteren “Hannibal”-Serie (und unzähliger ähnlicher Filme) vorweg. Gerade in den wenigen Szenen mit Lecter selbst hebt Mann dieses symmetrische Verhältnis von Jäger und Gejagtem hervor. Dementsprechend bringt er auch einige Sympathie für seinen Killer, Francis Dolarhyde, auf, ohne diesen je durch überdeutliche Psychologisierung seines Schreckens zu berauben oder seine Taten zu relativieren. Zugleich wendet das Identifikationspotenzial mit Dolarhyde den Film ins Selbstreflexive, denn seine Lust am Morden beruht wesentlich auf einer Logik des Sehens und Gesehen-Werdens. Diese erstreckt sich schließlich auch darauf, ebenso obsessiv Aufnahmen seiner Opfer und Taten anzusehen wie Graham bei seinen Ermittlungen - oder wir als Zuschauende. Einzig das blinde letzte Opfer Dolarhydes scheint von dieser gewaltvollen Ordnung der Skopophilie ausgenommen.