#literature nobel prize

[bernhard-schipper]

'GEIL' / 1997

LED animation for public LED billboards in Leipzig

On the occasion of the Leipzig Book Fair in 1997 (March 19. - March 23.), I made an update of my LED animation 'I'm so GEIL says inge meise' based on the quote by Elfriede Jelinek. The LED billboard in Leipzig had now become larger and shows several colors. The selection of animations shown was curated by Prof. Dieter Daniels. The work is to be understood as an intervention in public space. Back then, the advertising sections of newspapers were full of telephone sex advertisements with small imaginary portraits of women and the Internet became popular with adult content. I used these images as a template for my animation. As a so-called 'Easter egg', in addition to the quote, an IP address was displayed that referred to a fake 'porn website' called 'Inge Meise Chatline'. This website did not show any explicit content but repeated introductory texts over and over again. The subversive thing was - the IP address belonged to the website of the Academy of Fine Arts Leipzig (hgb-leipzig.de). So if you accessed the art school's website using your IP address, you would get to the fake porn site. This situation lasted until the summer of 1997, when a new HGB IT employee unknowingly took the website offline. However, the website can be accessed here for documentation purposes:

Website: Inge Meise Chatline

[belovedapollo]

diving into Han Kang, who won the Nobel Prize for literature in 2024 📖 reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[adverbally]

Don’t Get Me Wrong

Written for the @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt “make-up sex” | wc: 1,258 | rated: M | cw: sexual content | tags: misunderstanding, handjobs, sexy biting, the conflict and making up is pretty one-sided because I don’t like when they fight for real | title from the song by The Pretenders

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Steve’s day is a blur of anxiety and guilt. This is why he hates going to bed angry— it always takes too long to resolve and makes him a nervous wreck in the meantime. Luckily, second graders aren’t perceptive enough to notice the way Steve paces the room while they work on their art projects.

The previous day’s migraine still lingers, leaving Steve with a vaguely hungover feeling and requiring him to wear his glasses, much to the kids’ delight. He has to wonder how much of his fatigue is due to the postdrome and how much is from sleeping so poorly without Eddie beside him. Eddie not only slept in the guest room but left before Steve woke up this morning, both of which are bad signs. Either he was up all night obsessing over what Steve said and figured he might as well get an early start, or he was trying to avoid talking to Steve before they headed to work. Or both.

Whatever his motive, Eddie isn’t home when Steve gets back, or when he has dinner ready to serve, or when Steve gets tired of Letterman’s voice and goes to bed alone. The thought of another night without Eddie almost makes him sick, but maybe this is what he deserves for treating Eddie like he had. Steve buries his head under the covers and tries not to cry.

It’s late when Eddie slips under the sheets behind him, waking Steve from a light doze. Eddie has an arm draped over his waist and his nose pressed into the back of Steve’s neck, and it’s so normal that Steve thinks he could choke on it. He can’t get his throat to cooperate enough to say anything, but he lays his arm over Eddie’s and squeezes his wrist.

“Hey, sweetheart. Are you feeling better?” Eddie whispers, cautious about aggravating Steve’s noise sensitivity. It’s that concern, shared without bringing up Steve’s actions from yesterday, that breaks the dam.

Steve clutches at Eddie’s arm, the only thing tethering him to their bed. “I’m sorry, Eds, I’m so sorry.“

“Whoa, what’s wrong?” Eddie’s voice takes on a panicked edge at the first sign of Steve’s distress. “What are you sorry for, baby?”

“I yelled at you. I told you to shut up and leave me alone, and you did,” he recounts miserably.

Eddie props himself up on his elbow and encourages Steve to roll onto his back so they can see each other. “Steve, you had a migraine and I was making too much noise. It’s okay if you need some space when you don’t feel well, and I’m sure you would’ve been nicer about it if your brain hadn’t been trying to kill you, but I get it. I didn’t take it personally.”

“But… you didn’t come to bed.”

“We talked about it earlier this week,” Eddie reminds him gently, “I had a band who needed to coordinate studio time around their day jobs. It was an early start this morning, then I stayed late when they came back in the evening.”

It does sound somewhat familiar. “You planned to sleep in the guest room anyway,” he remembers, feeling a little foolish for overreacting. “‘Cause you didn’t want to wake me up.”

Eddie’s brow creases beneath his bangs. “Have you been feeling bad about this all day?”

Steve doesn’t want to sound pathetic, but he admits, “I tried to call you at lunch but you didn’t answer. I guess it felt like I should take the hint, you know?”

“I was stuck in a meeting with the marketing team. No passive-aggressive messages here, I promise. I didn’t even know there was anything to be passive-aggressive about.” Eddie sweeps a stray piece of hair away from Steve’s forehead and kisses the skin he uncovers at his temple.

Steve shuts his eyes and groans dramatically. “I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not,” Eddie insists, looking into his eyes so Steve can see how much he means it. “You’re just sensitive to other people’s feelings, even if they’re not necessarily feeling the feelings you think they’re feeling.” His mouth twitches as he realizes how ridiculous that sentence was.

Steve smiles along with him. “You know, I think I got what you meant there, but I’m not sure.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Next time you’re worried that you were an asshole, ask me. You know I have no problem fighting when there’s a fight to be had.”

“Okay.” Steve nods decisively. “Thank you.”

“Any time.” Eddie’s gaze drops to Steve’s lips. “Now can I kiss you? I’ve been home for, like, ten minutes and not touching you is making me crazy.”

Steve squeezes their interlocked fingers where they still lie draped over his belly. “You are touching me,” he points out, already tilting his head so Eddie will have a good angle as he slots their mouths together.

It’s like Eddie knows just what Steve needs right now, something slow and loving to prove that everything is okay between them. He kisses him with a lazy rhythm that makes Steve melt back into the pillows with a sigh. Every languid swipe of their tongues, every gentle touch of a hand on his jaw or the back of his neck or the curve of his hip, wipes more of the self-consciousness from Steve’s mind until there’s nothing but Eddie— his faded cologne, his tangle of hair, his cigarette-and-cinnamon-gum taste.

“Can I—?” Steve half-gasps into Eddie’s mouth, slipping his fingers under the waistband of his boxers.

“Shit, yeah, lemme just…” He grunts as he lifts himself enough for Steve to shimmy the underwear off his hips. “And you,” he breathes, already pulling Steve’s pajama pants halfway down his thighs.

They move in unison, each grabbing the other’s half-hard cock with a dry palm. It’s uncomfortable but the touch is incidental to the closeness it facilitates. Forehead to forehead, breathing the same air between filthy kisses, mindlessly rolling their hips into each stroke, they cling to each other like they’re afraid to let go.

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie groans when Steve nips at his jaw. He tilts his head back in invitation. “Harder.”

Obediently, Steve ducks to bite the join of Eddie’s neck and shoulder, digging into the muscle there with abandon. He uses the flesh between his teeth to muffle his own moans when Eddie twists his wrist just right and starts to move a little faster.

“Yeah, gonna make sure everyone knows I’m yours?” Eddie laughs breathlessly, torn between rutting into Steve’s fist or arching into the dull ache in his throat. “Leave bruises so I can still feel you tomorrow?”

“Every day,” Steve murmurs into his skin, soothing the bite mark with his tongue.

Then Eddie’s free hand is pulling Steve upward by his hair and swallowing his whine while Steve comes helplessly, and Eddie is following him over the edge and adding to the mess across Steve’s stomach, and they really need to shower but Steve has Eddie draped halfway on top of him, kissing him lazily, and he probably couldn’t move even if he wanted to.

They’re just beginning to doze when Steve says, “Don’t sleep in the guest room again?” It’s more a question than a request. “I don’t care how early you have to get up, it sucks going to bed without you.”

“Okay, baby,” Eddie agrees sleepily. He turns his head where it’s pillowed on Steve’s chest and kisses his nipple.

“Love you.”

Eddie doesn’t respond, already starting to snore a little, but Steve feels him loving him back anyway.

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241010 RM's Repost of HYPEBEAST Korea's Instagram Post

😭❤️

(T/N: The post he is sharing announces the news that Korean author Han Kang has won the Nobel Prize for Literature. She is the author of many renowned works including 'The Vegetarian' and 'Human Acts'. She is the first Korean author and only the 18th female laureate in the award's history.)

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[without-ado]

한 강 Han Kang – awarded the 2024 Nobel Prize in Literature – was born in 1970 in the South Korean city of Gwangju before, at the age of nine, moving with her family to Seoul. She comes from a literary background, her father being a reputed novelist. Alongside her writing, she has also devoted herself to art and music, which is reflected throughout her entire literary production. (x) more at wiki

[whenweallvote]

#OnThisDay in 1993, American novelist Toni Morrison became the first Black woman to win the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Morrison was widely acclaimed for her poetic storytelling and centering the Black experience. Throughout her life, she penned 11 novels, in addition to children’s books and essay collections. Her work earned her numerous recognitions, including a Pulitzer Prize in 1988 and a Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2012.

Today, we honor Toni Morrison’s brilliance and dedication to speaking truth to power.

[okuryazarlar]

2024 Nobel Edebiyat Ödülü sahibini buldu.

Nobel Edebiyat Ödülü; "Tarihsel travmalarla yüzleşen ve insan yaşamının kırılganlığını ortaya koyan yoğun şiirsel düzyazısı için” Güney Koreli yazar Han Kang'a verildi.

Güney Koreli yazar ‘Vejetaryen’ romanıyla 2016’da Man Booker ödülünü kazanmıştı.

[gacha-incels]

Elementary schools in Gyeonggi Province are under pressure to remove books related to sex education and gender equality from their libraries, amid campaigns by some conservative groups that label the texts "harmful." 

This movement has ignited a contentious debate over potential censorship and the erosion of educational autonomy. With the Gyeonggi Office of Education issuing notices in response to these campaigns, teachers are raising concerns about the pressures exerted on schools, leading to accusations of effective censorship.

According to a report by the Hankook Ilbo, complaints calling for the disposal of some sex education books have been lodged at elementary schools in the province, led by conservative religious and parent groups. 

Following these complaints, the education office sent a notice twice last November to elementary schools within its jurisdiction, instructing them to "consult and take action on books containing inappropriate controversial content." 

This month, it was confirmed that a notice was sent once more asking for a list of removed books. 

The contentious list includes titles on sex education, gender studies and feminism. Some schools have reportedly removed all listed books in response to the education office's directive.

Civic organizations, such as the Goyang Women's Association, have strongly opposed these actions. On March 19, they issued a statement condemning the request for lists of removed books as censorship and an infringement on educational autonomy.

An official from the Gyeonggi Office of Education addressed the backlash, stating, "Nowhere in our correspondence did we mention specific books or to pressure schools to remove them." The official explained that the documents aimed to encourage school-level deliberation due to controversies surrounding some sex education books. "The request for a report was part of a survey on the operation of school libraries," the official added.

The controversy has underscored the ongoing tensions between progressive and conservative forces in South Korea, a country with Confucian roots that has seen a push towards more liberal views on sex education and gender equality in recent decades.

This article from the Hankook Ilbo, a sister publication of The Korea Times, was translated by generative AI and edited by The Korea Times.

[bernhard-schipper]

'ich bin so GEIL sagt inge meise' / 1996

LED animation for public LED billboards in Leipzig, Berlin, Hamburg

The animation is based on a quote by Elfriede Jelinek and was made for an award. The animation was created for an art prize that was intended to promote the first public LED billboards in Germany. Together with my fellow student at the time, Markus Soukup, we won third prize and the animations were then shown in public spaces in Leipzig, Berlin and Hamburg.

[noosphe-re]

Waiting for Godot author Samuel Beckett’s work embraced experimentation and nonsense—and, it appears from this video, his life did as well. In 1969, Beckett learned he had received the 1969 Nobel Prize in Literature via a telegram from his publisher, Jérôme Lindon, which read, “Dear Sam and Suzanne. In spite of everything, they have given you the Nobel Prize. I advise you to go into hiding.” The reclusive Becketts were concerned, as they anticipated a spike in publicity and people trying to reach them, and they were right—so when Swedish Television called for an interview, Beckett agreed only with the strange stipulation that the interviewer couldn’t ask any questions. Thus the following clip was created.

Theatre of the absurd, indeed.

— Walker Caplan, Samuel Beckett’s insane wordless post-Nobel Prize “interview” is the most Samuel Beckett thing ever, Literary Hub

[amicus-noctis]

“The master said You must write what you see. But what I see does not move me. The master answered Change what you see.” ― Louise Glück, Vita Nova

Photo: from Andrei Tarkovskys "The Mirror" 1975

[its-toph-bitch]

im thinking about haymitch abernathy again and oh fuck oh shit this is so fucked up

everything is, i know, but oh god they make FUN of haymitch because of his alcoholism, but its a coping mechanism and oh god he is so broken and so done and he needs a hug (or more)

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241010 V's Repost of HYPEBEAST Korea's Instagram Post

작가님! 소년이 온다 군대에서 읽었습니다. 흑 축하드립니다!🙇🏻‍♂️

Author-nim! I read 'Human Acts' while I was in the military. Ahh congratulations!🙇🏻‍♂️

(T/N: The post he is sharing announces the news that Korean author Han Kang has won the Nobel Prize for Literature. She is the author of many renowned works including 'The Vegetarian' and 'Human Acts'. She is the first Korean author and only the 18th female laureate in the award's history.)

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[useless-catalanfacts]

The Catalan authors who were kept out of the Nobel Literature Prize for being Catalan

Did you know that there have been a handful of Catalan writers who were candidates to win the Nobel Literature Prize, but because of Spanish interference they never did?

The Nobel Prize discloses its debate and reasoning process 50 years after each edition. This means that we already know the details of what happened in the earliest editions of this Prize, which was started in 1901.

The name of the Catalan play-writer Àngel Guimerà (author of Marta of the Lowlands, Mar i cel, La filla del mar...), whose works have been translated to many languages and played all around Europe and the Americas, with many film and opera adaptations, sounded often in the Nobel committee. He was presented as a candidate to win the Nobel Prize 17 times in a row, since 1907 until his death in 1924. In the editions of 1917 and 1919, many were convinced he would win. However, the declassified documents show why he didn't: as written by the man who was then president of the Nobel Committee, Haralg Härne, Guimerà wasn't given the prize "to avoid hurting the national pride of the Spanish". In 1919, Härne writes that the objective of the Nobel Prize is to promote peace and thus to award Guimerà and show support for a minority culture would be to encourage internal conflict (🤦). The Academy decided that they couldn't give a prize to Guimerà "before awarding another writer who expresses himself in the most ancient noble language of the country" (weird way to mean "the official language", aka Spanish, because they surely didn't mean Basque). In summary, if a Catalan is to be considered, he must always be second to a Spanish man. Even when the Catalan is, in the words of the Nobel Academy, "the most eminent writer of our times", he can never be considered an equal, always must be behind.

Àngel Guimerà wrote in the Catalan language, which was discriminated against by Spanish and considered an enemy by the Spanish government and much of Spanish society. Guimerà was a firm defender of the right to use the Catalan language and that nobody should be forced to speak the imperial languages instead of their own, and was involved with the political movement for the rights of Catalan people. For this reason, every time the famous Swedish academy was considering Guimerà, the Spanish Royal Academy of Language (RAE) fought it with all its might. Nowadays, Guimerà's theatre plays continue to move thousands of spectators every year.

The same happened again with the poet Josep Carner. In the 1960s, Josep Carner was on exile, because he was a Catalan poet writing in Catalan and who stood against the fascist dictatorship of Spain, which persecuted the Catalan language and identity. Famous writers from around the world, including T. S. Eliot, François Mauriac, Giuseppe Ungaretti and Roger Caillois, supported Josep Carner's candidacy to win the Nobel, but the Spanish Government did everything possible to obstruct it. We don't know if Carner would have won or not, but he was deprived of even trying because of the Spanish government's hatred of Catalan.

Something similar seems to have happened between the 1970s and 1990s to three other Catalan poets: Salvador Espriu, J. V. Foix, and Miquel Martí i Pol, where they did not get any support from the Spanish authorities, so we don't know how it would have ended up.

Another example of what it means to have a state actively working against you because of bigotry against your cultural group.

Sources: book Det litterära Nobelpriset by the president of the Nobel Committee Kjell Espmarck, Pep Antoni Roig (El Nacional), Joan Lluís-Lluís (El Punt Avui), and Jordi Marrugat (Institut Ramon Llull).

[gozdziak]

Han Kang won the Nobel Prize in Literature! Well deserved. She is the ultimate writer’s writer.

[kvothes]

at some point someone needs to go explain to louise glück that her pick for the 2004 yale series of younger poets prize introduced a hitherto unseen level of brainrot to the online fandom communities that endures to this day