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Multitudes and Copenhagen: "pink rebellion"

Check out this background piece to give you some information on Copenhagen riots of march 2007 from the outside in.

Not so bad, but of course coloured strongly by the multitudes negrist perspective of the world. Let that be, there is still some reflection and hope behind this. For what that may be worth..

As the author, alex foli writes: the young rebelling have lost faith in traditional left wing politics. Sic. You bet they have. And so have the ones that are a little older, pink or not pink.

Noone alone

As part of the exhibition in September this year with painter Lars Ravn, I wrote a series of poetic-philosophical pieces, called "Noone alone". The texts are in Danish, and will tour some Danish museums in 2006. Here is an extract of the pieces, in translation - more will follow, and the paintings can be seen at Ravn's site.

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Aucunocide
They wait for each other in gateways, where noone understands. They speak to noone. In the gateways, other bodies talk in an unseen time. They blend in a layer, in two, in three. None of the bodies speak the same language, they laugh, but not together. A blade cuts through the gateway in whcih they are trapped. The blade cuts through all. Those who are silent, and those who laugh.
The bodies are scattered and listen again.

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Multiplicittà
All cities are invisible and the black flag always rises again. The clean hands are no longer smeared with moneyblood, that was the last millenium, and a little in the previous one. Now, it's all just coke on the air, football and phantasms, Duce smiles from his madbox, longing to return from the vacation on the outside. Blessed are all the children of creation under the pope's tired fists.
Crea sole Deus.

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Terratorecreation
Torabora is most easily crossed on a pogo stick, its mudholes are still filled with stinging bonepoints and burning blood vessels. Noone creates there, alone or together, they lean forward, quietly, aiming, you can't see them through the veils. We switch places and wait, to see who dies first, and from what. Killed by the stench, or dying in spite against utter boredom.
The holes spill their colours of flesh, exploding in your ears.

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Evental capacities

This year in May, I travelled for three weeks in Tanzania, discussing the role of art and philosophy in the development of Tanzanian society, with a number of people across the country.

The result was a text on the possible role of art and philosophy in Tanzania, but also in societies like the Danish. On bending the conditions of codification and empowering the capacity for evental action.

Download codifying_conditions_and_evental_capacities_english.pdf .

Read, think, and do return to me if you have questions, comments or just want to tell me that I got it all wrong.

I admit that at times like these in our country, dominated by bigotry and prejudice, and a political debate run by people such as the mad minister Langballe and his deeply nationalist and conservative friend Krarup, it may seem a little crazy to advocate for playing with social experimentation. But it's a time when this is more needed than ever.

So let's just keep on trying. The tide will turn, be it ever so slowly. Baaahh.

Article on Africa

Here is an article in Danish on Art, philosophy and development in Tanzania and Denmark. Let me know if anyone is curious to read it in English, then I will translate it.

Download bending_the_condition_code_danish.pdf