"Paradise, the place to be" 24.15 Minuten
© 2003 Hagen Rehborn
Das Video "Paradise, the place to be" zeigt einen Mann
und eine Frau, die sich über ihre unterschiedlichen
Vorstellungen zum Begriff "Paradies" monologisch
Die Personen finden sich vor unterschiedlichen Bildhintergründen.
Er vor dem Labyrinth einer barocken Gartenanlage,
sie vor und unter einem Kronleuchter inmitten eines dunklen Ballsaal.
Beide suchen sie das selbst und das andere.
Das Paradies als die Möglichkeit sich im anderen zu spiegeln und wieder zu erkennen.
Ihre Monologe werden konterkariert durch einen
weissen Spitz, das barocke Symbol der Treue, an dem die heutigen konsumverbundenen Verbegrifflichungen des Wortes "Paradise" vorbei ziehen.
Die Begriffe des Lauftextes sind im Internet bei google gefundene Einträge zum Thema paradise.
Text: Hagen Rehborn
Anurag Steven Schwager, Charlotte Schwalb, Leo (Spitz)
Kamera: Hagen Rehborn
Schnitt: Hagen Rehborn
Text der Akteure:
What do you expect, honey?
What are you waiting for, sweetheart?
This nice watch will tell you how far you can go.
Do you really think paradise will be great especially for you?
Do you really think this fucking place could be more than just another unfullfilled projection of your said, sensless and boring wishes?
Are you still waiting for it to come or did you already give up
seeing it soon?
I tell you honey, paradise is the place to be.
Because there comes a time when you won't
And there comes a time when you'll find peace in your mind.
And there comes a time when love will rule your thoughts.
And there comes a time when love will rule your
And there comes a time when love will rule your boddy.
And there will be tenderness in every single aspect of your human
You will find a place for yourself, because then every place will be perfectly made for you.
You will find a space to spread your wings and fly away.
You will find someboddy who understands you entirely, because then everyboddy will understand you the way you are.
There will be neither rush nor hurry.
There will be neither boredom nor stupidity.
Everything arround you will be clear and sparkling fresh and your sole will be light and full of inspiration.
It will be a place of love and dignity.
There you will never feel alone.
There you will always feel save.
There you will want to stay forever.
This is a place where you will be free of any whish and need.
You won't feel hunger, cold, heat or tiredness.
You won't feel misunderstood because everything will be so clear.
You will have an eternal friendship with yourself.
You will be beyond of any insecurity and any evil.
The brightness of your emotions will be soft and shiny.
This is the place where you can spread your wings and fly away.
But do you deserve this fucking place, honey?
Or do you deserve something very much different?
What am I doing?
What am I doing here?
This unexpected lightness of repeating myself could be another irritation in my self-evident stream of consciousness.
So what am I doing here in this fucking reality?
My fucking reality.
My reality thoughts of something that doesn`t exist and my reality desire for something that doesn't appear do disquire my self-adoration somehow.
I can feel that as a constant shimmer in my presence.
Where have you been honey for all these years?
Where did you do your shopping, darling?
Which desert did you pass?
You haven't been at home or in any other place I would have expected you.
These thoughts about someboddy or anyboddy that doesn't exist but seemed to be a relevant part of my life are irritating my consciousness deeply.
Where have you been darling after all these years of longing for you?
Did you hide your magic boddy of revelation?
Since ever I tried not to roam through all these average houses in expectation of you touching my thights.
Did you ever wanted to touch them?
I know you will want.
I know you will want to touch them after you might finish your shopping.
This waiting for something that is explicitly not going to happen although I still preserve its likelihood is evading any real steps into unknown directions.
And evading steps into unknown directions is a basic aspect of hiding myself.
My omnious expectations of really important changes is not effected by that.
Because I still believe in far-reaching changes.
The presumption of impudent news behind every trifling matter keeps my sens of living moving forward.
Although reality proves that important matters occure at once like a flash of lightning only in fictional reality-reproductions.
Is your shopping center a fictional reality-reproduction?
And where is this desert surrounding it?
Is it far to reach?
Sometimes I could stop breathing because my existance developes so slowly.
Are you going to breath with me darling?
Will you want to be my saviour?
The presumption of an enormous release behind every face-mask is my believe in what I have been waiting for since ever.
You will be my personel paradies darling.
This paradies will be a demand for more.
A demand for much more.
A demand for a demand.
It will temporarily accuse some unrest and sickness.
But scrouple and anxiousness will dissappear like rainclouds.
Then I will spread my wings and fly.
Because I wont miss you anymore.
Come..., come closer and look at me.
Look into my eyes, just watch my mouth, my nose, my skin, my hair.
Where is this mystery? Where are these questions and white spots, this irrational unanswered questions about my sole and spirit?
Do you believe in god? Or do you believe in the uniqueness of yourself?
What is it that makes you being yourself and not someboddy else?
Where did you find this distinctive aspect in your personality, honey?
Do you believe in something that makes your existence unbelievable,
that turns your boddy, this accumulation of muscels, nerves and veins into something tender, comprehensive and loving?
Do you believe in something for only a while or do you dare to hold on till nothing is left over but your shivering breath?
And then? How will you feel, when this beauty is emaciated and this well organized biological system deteriorates?
Could it be that you are too small to realize your own decline?
Could it be that this incapacity proves that there is no paradise for you?
Well after all you should be used to the fact that you are failing constantly.
Your lonelyness followed you here from desert to desert.
So why should this fucking paradise be something else but another wrong decision?
And what about your needs?
And what about your dreams?
Are you still abel to feel yourself without failing?
Is there something that predetermines you for a place where lust doesn't exist?
Where your satisfaction rests in yourself and is not based on this continous selfstimulation by everything?
Could it be that paradise will become your personel hell, because this might be what you ever really wanted?
Go home to your desert and do some shopping.
Switch on your tv and please honey let me be your next personel hell!