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Voice 1: The film by Guy-Ernest Debord, Howlings in favour of Sade...
Voice 2: Howlings in favour of Sade is dedicated to Gil J Wolman
Voice 3: Article 115. When a person shall have ceased to appear at
his place of abode or home address for four years, and about whom
there has been no news whatsoever, the interested parties shall be
able to petition the lower court in order that his or her absence be
declared.
Voice 1: Love is only worthwhile in a pre-revolutionary period.
Voice 2: None of them love you, you liar! Art begins, grows and
disappears because frustrated men bypass the world of official
expression and the festivals of its poverty.
Voice 4 (young girl): Say, did you sleep with Francoise?
Voice 1: What a time! Memorandum for a history of the cinima: 1902 -
Journey to the Moon. 1920 - The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari. 1924 -
Entr'acte. 1926 -Battleship Potemkin. 1928 - Un Chien Andalou. 1931
- City Lights 1951 - Birth of Guy-Ernest Debord. 1952 - The
Anti-concept.--Howlings in favour of Sade.
Voice 5: "Just as the film was about to start, Guy-Ernest Debord
would climb on stage to say a few words by way of introduction. He'd
say simply: 'There's no film. Cinema is dead. There can't be film
any more. If you want, let's have a discussion'."
Voice 3: Article 516. All property is either movable or immovable.
Voice 2: In order never to be alone again.
Voice 1: She is ugliness and beauty. She is like everything that we
love today.
Voice 2: The art of the future will be the overturning of situations
or nothing.
Voice 3: In the cafes of Saint-Germain-des-Pres!
Voice 1: You know, I like you very much.
Voice 3: An important Lettrist commando made up of some thirty
members, all donning the filthy uniform that is their only really
origional trademark, turned up at the Croisette with the firm desire
of indulging in some scandal capable of drawing attention to
themselves.
Voice 1: Happiness is a new idea in Europe.
Voice 5: "I only know about the actions of men, but in my eyes men
are transposed, one for the other. In the final analysis, works
alone differentiate us."
Voice 1: And their revolts became conformisms.
Voice 3: Article 488. The age of majority is fixed at twenty-one
years; at that age one is capable of all acts of civil life.
(two minutes of silence)
Voice 4 (young girl): His memory always rediscovered it, in a flash,
as if burnished by fireworks on contact with water.
Voice 1: He knew quite well that nothing of his exploits remained in
a town that rotated with the Earth, as the Earth rotated in the
Galaxy, which is itself only a tiny part of a little island which
recedes away from us to infinity.
Voice 2: All black, eyes closed to the excess of disaster.
(one minute of silence)
Voice 1: A science of situations is to be created, which will borrow
elements from psychology, statistics, urbanism and ethics. These
elements have to run together to an absolutely new conclusion: the
concious creation of situations.
(thirty seconds of silence)
Voice 1: A few lines from a newspaper from 1950: "A leading young
radio actress threw herself into the River Isere, Grenoble. Young
Madeleine Reineri aged twelve and a half, who, under the psuedonym
of Pirouette, used to liven up the radio program 'Happy Thursdays'
on the Alpes-Grenoble station, threw herself into the Isere on
Friday afternoon having placed her satchel on the river bank."
Voice 2: My little sister, we are nothing to look at. The Isere and
la misere continue. We are powerless.
(one minute of silence)
Voice 4 (young girl): But no-one's talking about Sade in this film.
Voice 1: The cold interstellar space, thousands of degrees below
freezing point or absolute zero Fahrenheit or Centigrade; the first
indicators of dawn approaching. The hurried passage of Jaques Vache
through the clouds of war, that catastrophic haste which destroyed
him; the rude lashing of Arthur Craven, himself swallowed up at that
time in the Bay of Mexico...
Voice 3: Article 1793. When an architect or a businessman is given a
contract for the construction of a building according to a plan
agreed to by the landowner, he cannot demand a higher price either
on account of an increase in the workforce or materials, or due to
any changes or additions made to the plan, unless such changes,
additions or increases have been authorised in writing, and the
price agreed with the landowner.
Voice 2: The perfection of suicide is ambiguity.
(five minutes of silence)
Voice 2: What is a love that's unique?
Voice 3: I will only answer in the presence of my lawyer.
(one minute of silence)
Voice 1: Order reigns, it doesn't govern.
(two minutes of silence)
Voice 2: The first marvel is to come before her without knowing how
to talk to her. The hands of the female prisoners move no faster
than race horses filmed in slow-motion, as they touch her mouth and
her breast. In all innocence the ropes become water and we flow
together towards the day.
Voice 4 (young girl): I believe we'll never see each other again.
Voice 2: Near a kiss, the llights of the winter street will end.
Voice 4 (young girl): Paris was very nice thanks to the transport
strike.
Voice 2: Jack the Ripper was never caught.
Voice 4 (young girl): It's funny, the telephone.
Voice 2: What defiant love, as Madame de Segur used to say.
Voice 4 (young girl): I will tell you some stories from my country
which are very frightening, but they have to be told at night in
order to be frightening.
Voice 2: My dear Ivich, the Chinese neighborhoods are unfortunately
less populous than you think. You are 15 years old. One day the most
fashionable colours will no longer be worn.
Voice 4 (young girl): I knew you already.
Voice 2: The drift of the continents pushes you further apart every
day. The virgin forest has moved less than you.
Voice 4 (young girl): Guy, another minute and it'll be tommorrow.
Voice 2: The Demon of Arms. You remember. That's it. Nobody
satisfies us. All the same... The hail on the banners of glass. We
will remember it, that planet.
(four minutes of silence)
Voice 2: You will see that they will be famous later! I will never
accept the scandalous and scarcely credible fact if the existence of
a police force. Several cathedrals have been erected to the memory
of Serge Berna. Love is only worthwhile in a pre-revolutionary
period. I made this film while there was still enough time left to
talk about it. Jean-Isidore, in order to get out of that transient
crowd. On Gabriel-Pomerand Square when we've grown old. The little
skivers all had glorious futures in the school and college systems.
(three minutes of silence)
Voice 2: There are still many people that morality makes neither
laugh
nor cry.
Voice 3: Article 489. The adult who is in a constant state of
imbecility, dementia, or mad rage must be detained even though his
state allows for intervals of lucidity.
Voice 2: So close, so gently, I lose myself in the meaninglessness
of language. I push into you, you're wide open, it's easy. It's like
a hot stream. It's as smooth as a sea of oil. It's like a forest
fire.
Voice 1: It's cinema!
Voice 3: The Parisian police force is thirty thousand truncheons
strong.
(four minutes of silence)
Voice 2: "The poetic worlds close up and forget by themselves." In a
corner ofthe night sailors are making war, and the ships in bottles
are for you who loved them. You lay yourself down on the beach as
hands more loving than the rain, the wind and the thunder play under
your dress every evening. Life is great in Cannes in the summer.
Rape, which is forbidden, becomes banale in our memories. "When we
were on the Shenandoah." Yes. Of course.
Voice 1: And these resigned faces, which once bore flashes of desire
like ink splattered on a wall, were like shooting stars. Let gin,
rum and brandy flow like the Great Armada. This for the funeral
oration. But all those people were so commonplace.
(four minutes of silence)
Voice 1: We've had a narrow escape.
Voice 2: The most beautiful is still to come, otherwise death would
taste like a raw steak. And wet hair on the beach which is too hot
and which is our silence.
Voice 1: But he's a Jew!
Voice 2: We were ready to blow up all the bridges, but the bridges
let us down.
(four minutes of silence)
Voice 1: Young Madeleine Reineri, aged twelve and a half, who under
the psuedonym of Pirouette used to liven up the radio programme
'Happy Thursday's' on the Alpes-Grenoble station, threw herself into
the Isere.
Voice 2: Mademoiselle Reineri, in that quater of Europe, you will
always have your surprised face and that body, the best of promised
lands. Like neon light, words repeat their banal truths.
Voice 1: I love you.
Voice 4 (young girl): It must be terrible to die.
Voice 1: See you.
Voice 4 (young girl): You drink far too much.
Voice 1: What are childish love affairs?
Voice 4 (young girl): I don't know what you're talking about.
Voice 1: I knew it. And there was a time when I regretted it very
much.
Voice 4 (young girl): Do you want a orange?
Voice 1: The beautiful tearing apart of the volcanic islands.
Voice 4 (young girl): In the past.
Voice 1: I've nothing more to say to you.
Voice 2: After all the answers at the wrong time, and youth getting
older, night
falls again from on high.
(three minutes of silence)
Voice 2: We live like lost children, our adventures incomplete.
(twenty-four minutes of silence)
The end.
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