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...dank Palazzo Giustinian Lolin, where Susan Norrie's videos of environmental dysfunction play; in the secret gardens of Palazzo Zenobio, where Callum Morton's recreation of his demolished childhood home gives off good-humored gusts of dry ice; and in the Giardini di Castello, where Daniel von Sturmer's video installations spill across the wave-like plywood plinth of the shed-like pavilion...
...video by Sydney's Shaun Gladwell and, perhaps most intriguingly, Melbourne conceptualist Christian Capurro's Another Misspent Portrait of Etienne de Silhouette, for which over 260 people hand erased each page of a 1986 copy of Vogue Hommes. Representing Australia, the pavilion will house New Zealand-born Daniel von Sturmer's quirky table-top kinetic sculptures; the elegantly epic ecological videos of Sydney's Susan Norrie will grace the Grand Canal's Palazzo Giustinian Lolin; and Callum Morton's demolished childhood home in Melbourne will be rebuilt three-quarter scale on a soccer field. It's not yet known...
...HARRY STURMER Cobourg...
...rushed into print. The ugly note in the new dawn of press freedom was that many of the newcomers were former Nazi and super-nationalist editors and publishers, originally barred because of unsavory political records. Max Willmay, who used to publish Julius Streicher's anti-Semitic Der Sturmer, was now pub lishing two Bavarian papers. Dr. Othmar Best, editor of the Deutsche Allgemeim Zeitung in its Nazi heyday, had started the Nlirnberg Neue Kurier, and ex-Brownshirt Gustav Schellenberger inaugurated the Wiesbadener Tageblatt this week. Immediate effect of the new newspapers was not political but economic. In im poverished...
...time: 1919. The place: a Bierstube in Munich. The characters: Nazi Poet Dietrich Eckart and Sturmer Ernst Roehm; another man, at a table apart from them, moody, alone. Eckart speaks: "We must have a fellow at the head who won't wince at the rattle of a machine gun. The rabble must be given a good fright. He mustn't be brainy. . . . I would rather have a stupid, vain jackass who can give the Reds a juicy answer . . . than a dozen learned professors sitting trembling on the wet trouser leg of facts. . . . Oh-and he must...