We’ve all been tempted, haven’t we? In moments of fantastical rage or quiet fury, we dream of getting back at our critics/haters/nemeses (delete as appropriate) in spectacular fashion. But how far would you really go? It would take some chutzpah to match Marco Goecke, the German ballet director now infamous for smearing Wiebke Hüster, a critic, with dog faeces in the interval of a performance of his ballet In the Dutch Mountain.
It is the ultimate in short-term gain and long-term pain. In what I imagine (never having smeared anyone with any faeces of any sort myself) were those blissful moments when Goecke felt his revenge completed, he was probably happy. I doubt he is happy now. The world beyond Germany now knows his name — not as an artist, but as a man with thin skin who has bags of steaming dog poo easily to hand.
