Sowieso at Kreuzberg Pavillon

Athina Antoniadou, Klass Hübner, Astrid Menze, Demetris Neokleous, Maria Petrides, Panikos Tembriotis, Witte Wartena

Bang! Pow! Pff!
Simon says, 'let...'
Simon says, 'let us...'
Simon says, 'let us explode...'
Simon says, 'let us explode for...'
Simon says, 'let us explode for half...'
Simon says, 'let us explode for half an...'
Simon says, 'let us explode for half an hour...'
Simon says, 'let us explode for half an hour today.'
Syria - shuffling with spades to dig out our positions to empathise. Where can we empathise from? We're spraying connections to stay connected with the other side of things. Half an hour of activity diffuses aggression. Sounds soiled from de-lighted daily found events and objects, people and places, subjects and sirens, re-imagine another space in the other side of things.

Please turn your head to the left.

We're in a life of documentary-ing.
Carrying events from far away into present forms.
Norms shift and slip once we capture them on screen and in ink.
We do think.
But we look anew at terms of reconsideration.
Exhilaration builds bonds for crossing those difficult differences. Interferences rehearsing themselves; improving relations and forming new interactions. Scratching surfaces. Counting curves. Fiddling falsehoods.
Unimportant men making decisions, very important ones, about our lives, our documentary-ing.
Repeating wrecking rituals.
And we, dance, deliriously, in another documentary-ing, of our claimed, desires.
Barack says, 'we...'
Barack says, 'we believe...'
Barack says, 'we believe in...'
Barack says, 'we believe in change...'
Barack says, 'we believe in change and...'
Barack says, 'we believe in change and freedom...'
Barack says, 'we believe in change and freedom and...'
My ink ran out on the last two words.
Barack says, 'we believe in change and freedom' (and revolution).