Memorycemetery

I want to make an installation. As long as I didn’t make it yet, let’s call this post a virtual installation, as I am about to install it in virtual spaces: Internet and your consciousness. You can imagine yourself in it. It is real.

The idea for this installation is to present the viewers with a large amount of words and sentences scattered all over the walls and ceiling of a room. Words come from poems of my own and the language of the city, will be presented in a discontinued and non-sensual way. Although an attentive reading will give meanings and connections between all words and verses. Because of the disposition of the sentences on the walls, less attentive readers will experiment words flashing to them from a wall to another. There is an intended interaction-game to involve viewers into exploring the installation by themselves and getting something out of it. This consists on a game in which visitors will be given a piece of paper and a pen and will be told to make their own verses picking up randomly some of the given words.
The game will be explained on a piece of paper stuck on the door
as follows:

The important fact about urban living: the continued stream of second attention awareness. Every license plate, street sign, passing strangers, are saying something to you.
W. Burroughs

take a piece of paper and a pen before entering the room
inside will be some words which will choose you
write them down on the paper
fell free to shape them as you like
pin your paper on the window and
take with you the one telling you something

Words will be written with paint on the walls more or less as follows:

drifting
walk through
content streets
of disaffection
drawing own paths
unknown places
view of a deserted island
journey to nowhere
unfolding destinies
among glaring lights
the city
perceived through a camera
targeted and then abandoned.
ultra especial offer
roast pork in brown sauce
dead time
wet steps
and asylum seeking
a rain of bullets
that cuts the wind
imagining the encounter
between the shadow
and its iron
domination field
the answer is chronical
london presents
the squatted soul
of its city walls
broken umbrellas and the big issue seller
the bank and the fresh meat market
photo of a missing girl
halal food to take away
watch it all in live
bingo culture final spasm
high profile warning
life is a joke
and the occasional fox
today the streets are full of bones
limbs cover the pavement
a single track alongside the railway
hold the chips and
dance with fire
in fast food empire
sweatshops
restaurant work and
asylum seeking
information point
shopping trolleys
combustible state orders
a fat woman shouting about history
launches sharp sentences
like a slice of tin
in roofs made of silver
by lubricating skies
she hangs smiles
on a butcher’s hook
while she puts fetuses into a pile
a knife in the flesh
hurts less than nothing in the flesh
the stock exchange will became moss
sand will cover the ocean
from the cloned rose to the bank
there is tight wire crossing the dreams
of every poor child
swimming between the glasses of the drunkards
with a dress made of smoke
of the infinite burning
that maintains things alive,
echo of a claim
between the unheard and the unsaid
improvised experimental new times
predicting inspired moments
sticks her nail on every stalk
leaving in the corners
slit open insects
tearing out dry landscapes
from the newspaper photos
which will run to the sea
like abandoned objects.

Border culture is here
stepping outside of one´s culture is
to walk outside of the law
means boycott, complot, illegality,
clandestinely, contraband, transgression,
dual national desobedience
smuggle dangerous poetry utopian, dis-utopian vision
to maintain one´s dignity outside
hybrid art forms new contents in gestation
art against police´s monoculture
to practice creative appropriation,
expropriation and subversion of dominant cultural forms
a brand new map to host a multiplicity of voices away from the center, different geo-cultural relations among more culturally akin regions: your home and mine,
to return and depart once again
cause border culture is an experience
and to arrive is just an illusion
hybrid identities, constant metamorphosis
interpret the world-in-crisis, the only world we know
new languages
express the fluctuating experiences
experimenting with the fringes between art
and society, legality and illegality, male and female, North and South, self and other subverting relationships
to speak from the subconscious
a border is a junction not an edge
monoculturalism has been expelled from its margins
as censorship and racism
to analyse critically all that lies on
the current table of debates to question and to transgress
what today is powerful and necessary
tomorrow is ridiculous
what today is border culture
tomorrow is institutional art
to look at the past the future at the same time
art gravitates around our spinal cord

Now, when you finished your tour around my installation, you can do what you were asked for: write the words which chosen you and pin them to this post comments. Thank you.

Silvia

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