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"Primitive Within: Anthropology and the Encounter with the Internal Other"

The anthropologist Theo Rak is famed amongst a certain London milieu as an inspirational figure. To borrow his own style of presenting guest speakers, words will always fail to encapsulate the conceptual clarity and groundbreaking vision offered by the brilliance with which Professor Rak architectures cultural events in this cosmopolitan cultural underground. In the capital of the empire where once the sun would never set, night time comes at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Most people retire earlier to their familial shelters, find comfort in blankets stolen from British Airways airplanes and parallelize their gazes to the infinite meeting point of television screens. Prof Rak invests his energy in intersecting eyes and voices to share thoughts and weave new ideas to the new century. Past events included two fantastic symposia on different perspectives on Love. On Saturday, taking advantage of a rare presence in London of Greek anthropologist and filmmaker Konstantinos Kostakis, and of the magnificent hospitality provided by French ethnologist of body motion Nana Bouts, Theo, as he humbly prefers to be called, brought together an array of disciplinary approaches to a hitherto neglected problem in social sciences. The title of the session suffices in eloquence and anything that could be said about the content of the presentations, as brilliant as they indeed were, will be either redundant or take many pages of texts and images. While we await the publication of these, let us read the title of the session over and over again for it does help us to overcome bedazzlement and bewilderment before the age we inhabit.
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