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[Title] => Singapore Arts Festival: The end of the world in Lion City
[Summary] => I am in Singapore and it’s right about the end of the world.
[DatePublished] => 2012-07-02 00:00:00
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[AuthorName] => Igan D’Bayan
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[Title] => 'I've painted myself white & I am Death' and other lines from the 2011 Singapore Arts Festival
[Summary] => He just stands there, minutes trawling by. A white unmoving thing, er, figure as Bach’s Toccata & Fugue ruptures in the background. “Dracula!” the guy behind me whispers.
[DatePublished] => 2011-06-13 00:00:00
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[Title] => A season of a thousand faces in the global city for the arts
[Summary] => I saw this quote by artist Hartwig Ebersbach at the Singapore National Museum: "There is no future without memory, maybe no fire either." No future also without creativity. Maybe there would still be, although in a Blade Runner or Brazil sense I suppose. But who wants to live in a future of dead and dreary concrete cityscapes inhabited by a blank generation, and where art is dead and emptiness is forever? Not you. Definitely not me.
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[Title] => A season of musts in Renaissance City
[Summary] => Imagine going to the Lion City and then meeting buskers, voodoo witches, post-apocalypse ballerinas, ancient acrobats, odd goddesses, giant puppets (who look like William S. Burroughs, "the hit-man for the apocalypse," according to J.G. Ballard), tiny dancers, jugglers, and street musicians, among other interesting creatures. Youd think for a second that youve been recruited to the quirky cosmos of Haruki Murakami with his posse of sheep-men, sputnik lovers and insomniacs.
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SINGAPORE ARTS FESTIVAL
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[Summary] => He just stands there, minutes trawling by. A white unmoving thing, er, figure as Bach’s Toccata & Fugue ruptures in the background. “Dracula!” the guy behind me whispers.
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[Title] => A season of a thousand faces in the global city for the arts
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