Personas Verbales Episodio 3
Hola de nuevo, Personas Verbales, bienvenidxs! Para valorar la inclusión hablamos con Alejandra sobre sus investigaciones en el campo de la sociología y cómo revelan que la exclusión, a veces, se produce y reproduce cómo nos expresamos con el idioma.
Hola de nuevo, Personas Verbales, bienvenidxs! Para valorar la inclusión hablamos con Alejandra sobre sus investigaciones en el campo de la sociología y cómo revelan que la exclusión, a veces, se produce y reproduce cómo nos expresamos con el idioma.
Personas Verbales – Episodio 2
Hola de nuevo, Personas Verbales, bienvenidxs!
Seguimos con las propuestas de perspectivas diversas sobre cómo usar el español para hacerse eco de su(s) género(s) y las desigualdades que el idioma trae consigo. Esta vez, con Fercha Pombo, tatuadxr mexicanx, con quien hablo sobre su intención de llevar el género neutro a la crianza, aquí podéis ver una pequeña muestra.
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Personas Verbales – El/La/Lx Podcast
Hola! I’m Lara, and this is Personas Verbales, a podcast in Spanish. This is an inclusive, curious, open and safe space. We will talk about culture, culos and how to shake both things up with guests from all over the world and many different backgrounds and attitudes. Everyone is welcome! Bienvenides!
Hi, this is Lara. I make films with my own teeth and my left hand.
Hey, everyone. Nice to see you made it to this corner of my website. It’s a virtual space where I will upload all the stuff that I make in the audiovisual realm. I make a lot of stuff, and I mostly call them Zurdezas, which means “things a left-handed person would do” in Spanish. A friend and I made up the word, when we were about to start a Skate Rescue Patrol, but that’s another story.
Grimes Art Kit Video Fun
Grimes, one of my favourite performer/producer masterminds, just shared some of the rushes of her latest single, and encouraged people to make something with it. I gave myself an hour to make something and here’s the result. Enjoy!
Personas Verbales Podcast
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Stay tuned for the launch of the Personas Verbales Podcast!
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Gender Series
Gender #1 by Lara RCZ from Lara RCZ Zurdezas on Vimeo.Sexytronics – My playlists on Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/embed/user/zurdezas/playlist/5Bjhgq55PYjWLVBGufI88I
2016
Molacore, for a new cinema where awe is not only superficial
Hoy tuve la suerte de paladear un regalo de cumpleaños como si estuviera realmente envuelto por papel, de tanto como me ha gustado. Se trata de una suscripción a Filmin, donde he descubierto ya títulos suficientes para llenar todo mi año de pelis de toda pasta, hasta ponerme hasta la susodicha.
Por eso, y por estar produciendo una peli donde la idea es poner en práctica los aprendizajes que del cine se pueden sacar, aquí empieza Molacore, una celebración de los aciertos peliculeros que me vaya encontrando.
El Acierto de la Semana se lo lleva “Pensé que iba a haber fiesta” de Victoria Galardi. Un peliculón, una peli bella, emotiva y honesta.
Tenía muchas ganas de verla, ya por el equipo. Luego resultó que me enganchó bien desde el primer plano, y después me iba encontrando pedazos de historias y comportamientos que recopilaré para intentar practicarlos como humano. Que… Para eso es el cine, ¿no? Bueno, para eso, y para otras cosas. El acierto de la semana es una combinatoria acertada de un trabajo actoral sensacional y valiente, de momentos desternillantes en las conversaciones, así como por el fin primero y último de la existencia de los bípedos, siempre: Elena Anaya. Sin embargo, lo que acabó por hacerme decidir otorgar el honor fue, sin duda, que La Plasta Pseudo-humana que se hace llamar Torbe califica a la película vaga y perezosamente como aburrida. Supongo que ahora ya no se aburre, llevado por el pufo existencial. Ole, ole, ole.
LA Adventures
Wo Sind die Goldenen Jahre
While don’t expect German to have become in, it is the vibe that I get, when Hildegard Knef drags an exhale and turns it into groaning, toasting her early morning vodka to the idea of time lost.
I did not yet give into substance abuse for the purposes of survival. But I did indulge into 2 new hobbies, as I navigate Los Angeles.
My new hobby #1: Stumbling upon the streets of Havana, when I ride along the sidewalks of Los Angeles, too slow to give into the fight with cars. There’s just so much to look at. I almost get high on remembering how much I like big cities, and how none ever seem as big as Madrid, you little bitch of a small town.
Expect escapist tales of how I never met my heroes, but did spend time observing every single little thing around me.
Like today, I went to see a rehearsal of a video-installation piece at the Fisher Museum, and thankfully got lost, and discovered the monument to the 10 of Hollywood. I now know what people talk about when being moved to tears by pieces of art and history. Standing on pieces of injustice, all I thought is how important it is to do something, to fight back.
My new hobby #2: Figuring out who is crazy and how I do. The two examples being extreme enough that one gets to decide, drama or epic.
In the drama version, I am introduced to a potential landlady, under the pretense that she’s a nice old Mexican lady, only to find her doped out on anti-depressant. Finding her is an over-statement, as she does not bother opening the door to let me know that there are no free rooms.
In the non drama version, I take the chance to spend sometime with the beautiful human being who took me there, and immediately feel at home with him and his friend, who I guess has a way with the ladies, but has found a new little sister in this queerdo. The rest of Martin Luther King Day is spent in a marvelous haze of laughter, and Realness. Pity I did not go all the way from that into the night. But the Universe took it out on all of those who felt bad for it, and I guess I was the only one.
So I am going to share notes, as it is the costume in the XXI Century.
Home is where the where is
I went to the Long Beach Aquarium today. As I measured the distance between people’s awe and the tropical fish, lit by a combination of white lights and fake plants, a friendly giant showed me the way around.
“You can touch the shark with your fingers.” His patience with my scaredy cat attitude reminded me of that teacher, John, who taught the welding workshop I put my ass in, just yesterday. They both read beyond the fact that my face looked like if someone was showing me an open wound, and expected me to saw it.
All the sawing that’s bound to happen, around here, is my putting the pieces of metaphor together.
Awkwardly having declined both the flamethrower (ok, maybe it has another name but that’s exactly how it looked), and the open jaws of the (footlong) shark, neither the friendly giant or the Italian art teacher insisted, which is when I did find myself somehow doing both things.
In the first instance, I did get distracted by the faces of my terrified peers, as I turned the green flame towards them. In the second, Minh was there beside me, amused by how much of a big deal I was making of it.
Touching the shark, as someone noticed, only minutes after I was coming down from the high of the very experience, is exactly like touching wet concrete.
And they were right.
My point being this: drama is a most effective tool, when in search of that particular kick one gets out of making life (look) bigger better faster stronger.
2015
Brain Drain, or are Spanish people taking over the world
Documentary / Video-installation (Cologne, Germany & Madrid, Spain) 2015
Brain Drain Trailer
[EN] Brain Drain is a multi-channel video installation, reflecting upon the phenomenon of young Spanish people who left Spain.
A constellation of people whose stories intersect through sociopolitical and personal axes. The links between their stories show their motivation, eagerness, frustration, enthusiasm, questioning… While paying attention to the context that led them where they are and out of where they originally are from.
[ES] Fuga de Cerebros es una instalación multi-canal, sobre el fenómeno de los jóvenes españoles que salieron de España.
Una constelación de gente cuyas historias se cruzan en varios ejes, sociopolíticos y personales. Los elementos que los unen hablan de sus motivaciones, sus ganas, sus frustraciones, su entusiasmo, y su capacidad de poner en cuestión la realidad, tanto del contexto del que salieron como de aquellos en los que se han decidido a llevar sus vidas.
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DE – http://moveon.werkleitz.de/brain-drain
EN – http://moveon.werkleitz.de/en/brain-drain
2014
Fiction, 15 minutes | Cuba, Spain, 2014
Andy and Isabelle are taking one last trip together, before they part ways to start their lives as young adults. Can their friendship survive their need for each other, and the need to be their own people?
Pride San Antonio Film Festival 2014 (San Antonio, Texas, USA)
CoVen, May 2015 (Cologne, Germany)
2013
Here’s a video I edited from the footage we recorded at the epic live show featuring Yossarian, at St. Pancras Old Church.
Wo Sind die Goldenen Jahre
While don’t expect German to have become in, it is the vibe that I get, when Hildegard Knef drags an exhale and turns it into groaning, toasting her early morning vodka to the idea of time lost.
I did not yet give into substance abuse for the purposes of survival. But I did indulge into 2 new hobbies, as I navigate Los Angeles.
My new hobby #1: Stumbling upon the streets of Havana, when I ride along the sidewalks of Los Angeles, too slow to give into the fight with cars. There’s just so much to look at. I almost get high on remembering how much I like big cities, and how none ever seem as big as Madrid, you little bitch of a small town.
Expect escapist tales of how I never met my heroes, but did spend time observing every single little thing around me.
Like today, I went to see a rehearsal of a video-installation piece at the Fisher Museum, and thankfully got lost, and discovered the monument to the 10 of Hollywood. I now know what people talk about when being moved to tears by pieces of art and history. Standing on pieces of injustice, all I thought is how important it is to do something, to fight back.
My new hobby #2: Figuring out who is crazy and how I do. The two examples being extreme enough that one gets to decide, drama or epic.
In the drama version, I am introduced to a potential landlady, under the pretense that she’s a nice old Mexican lady, only to find her doped out on anti-depressant. Finding her is an over-statement, as she does not bother opening the door to let me know that there are no free rooms.
In the non drama version, I take the chance to spend sometime with the beautiful human being who took me there, and immediately feel at home with him and his friend, who I guess has a way with the ladies, but has found a new little sister in this queerdo. The rest of Martin Luther King Day is spent in a marvelous haze of laughter, and Realness. Pity I did not go all the way from that into the night. But the Universe took it out on all of those who felt bad for it, and I guess I was the only one.
So I am going to share notes, as it is the costume in the XXI Century.
LARA RCZ 