October 27, 2022 21:00
within the Oltre le mura / Beyond the walls project
A nameless excitement charging the atmosphere, / a yearning, / sinking into the darkness of the tumultuous night, an intimacy between strangers, / and rotten teeth, Wojnarowicz who wants to commit suicide, the heroin hole / and once again we’re all under the shivering sun, / then the unexpected, something sudden / the glimmer of water, of the river, which makes us catch a glimpse, just for a moment / and there’s also the possibility of fear, / closing our eyes, becoming alone / and then finding ourselves in the wholeness of a crowd of bodies / that exhausting joy. Memory disorders, memory can only be disturbed – interferences, holes. Solitude, but plural: solitudes – a lot of empty space around a body. An aesthetic of collapse, the outdoor with no rules. Cruising.
We write about a utopia of bodies that we do not experience – that we do not have access to. A yearning to be many, a glimmering of possible futures.
D.W., in one of his works, sews together two pieces of stale bread, with a red thread. To make it whole again, impossible – the whole is missing. To stop life, delay death.
Or maybe we could just throw it all on nettles. Nettles are lucky. They have so many discarded ideas to feed on.