We regret to inform you
that there is no way to the end
of this straight line
of modernity.
How safe it is to be securely attached
to a car that moves forward without hesitation
on a straight road, accelerating
more and more
more and more
more and more... bodies lying
in the middle of the road
(what a mania for getting in my way).
But we keep moving forward, gentlemen.
Progress is unstoppable!
We are still moving forward, gentlemen.
Last one to the finish, on the run!
We regret to inform you
that there is no way to the end
of this straight line.
But how safe it is to be securely tied,
how safe it is to be securely tied,
how safe it is to be well tied up,
(if I get anxious, I can always look at my mobile phone),
how safe it is to be securely tied up,
Darwin saying: "Don't look at the bodies;
the strong ones
run over-"
.
But the vulnerability
of getting off.
To put us down.
Under the asphalt, the beach,
under the asphalt, the orchard,1
under the screaming asphalt, a silence that preys,
to go down to the street,
look at the people,
stop being mirrors of the dominant reflection,
recognise ourselves
freer for being more uncertain.
We've come this fast for a reason.
We've come this far for a reason.
It's so we could slow down and dream.
Dream. Dream. Dream.
What livable means.
Dream. Dream. Dream.
For how many? For all?
Dream. Dream. Dream.
Forget what was. Forget what is. What could be?
Dream. Dream. Dream.
If you weren't sleep-deprived, how far would you dare to
dream? Dream. Dream.2
What needs to be dismantled
What needs to be questioned to its core
wounded by invention
so the dream can co-exist
with the possible:
sharpen
your dreaming skills.
We are gathered here
for a non-conformity with the already told:
questions-knife to tear the screen
where there is a dystopia projected.
-
Possible Futures Certification Office, tell me?
Let's see, yes, you are asking for the requirements in the possible future, short term or medium term?
No, in the long term I get a black screen. Let's put medium term, OK, beautiful?
Let's see, it's very simple: there is a measurement test to check that the candidate is going to be sufficiently similar to the present, it's like the 7 differences of the newspaper, you know? Yes, you can download this test from the website in pdf.
And then, before you can certify you as a Possible Future, there is the Off-Limits DeclarationIt is, well, to verify that no red lines are crossed, you know, like: that it doesn't redefine our concept of truth, that it doesn't touch private property, anthropocentrism; well, that's the normal thing, you know?
Yeah. Mmhm. Mmhm. Well, from what you're telling me, I see it as difficult, eh? I see a lot of inventiveness, eh? No, no, it sounds very good, but to certify it... Look, let's do something: I'll put you through to the Science Fiction and Utopias Department, where they don't have any requirements... Like this, as if it were more artistic.
Stay tuned.
-
When the forecast smacks of this mix
of growing inequality
on a flooded planet;
when the forecast smells,
frankly,
smells like shit;
go against all odds
look against all odds
invent against all odds
(whose prognosis? who is it good for?
that we forget how to dream):
creativity, the adornment of the few,
is the brave homeland for all.
Shit
must
stop.
Because here is the city full of interstices
that seek to be named
in order to recognise itself
as a birth canal.
The sinkhole is a river,
but it has to be told.
Let us be the non-perpetual snow
that descends into the valley to nourish the rivers,
widening them
(we must find the interstice),
and spilling out, irregular,
let us become
tributaries of those who have already broken the uniformity of the soil.
Outside they will say drought.
We will continue to be snow
not perpetual, that softens, that descends.
Madrid has the name of Matrioshka
always opening up
to rebel another and smaller one:
what questions do the smaller Matrioshkas
the smallest Matrioshkas
that the city hides
simply
because no one
shows them?
-
-Excuse me, is this the right way to the answers?
-Yes! Pick a problem
small enough
to fit within your method.
Sinking the hypothesis arrow in the worst case scenario3.
We wanted to set the world in stone
but the stones were grains of sand
left outside
the hourglass.
Come play
with the sand
accepting it will move
accepting it will dance
to music never written,
as unscripted
as life.
-
The extent of the revolution
to stop perceiving each other as separate.
-How do we take others seriously?
-There are no others.4
Imagine an imagination
drinking in every experiment
of how to live:
the how to live expanding
out of the trite and known,
every line pulling
of the collective inhabiting
until we all fit
in the common worlds,
until we blur the stubborn promise of collapse.
Against the pointillism of liquid society,
the drawing that comes out of joining the dots.
Contained in these lines
the uncomfortable exits
to all the labyrinths.
Here, in Matadero, today, 57
dots drawing
1,596 possible lines.
Until drawing other journeys
other destinations
other cities
how to inhabit together
recounting the margins
giving back to more worlds
what is possible:
the marrow of life unfolded
vertebrated with hope.
Hope has the form of a question
(Doors close)
But hope has the form of a question
(They say the doors are closing)
But hope has the form of a question
(They say the doors are known to be closed)
But hope has the form of a question
(They say the answers are known)
But hope has the form of a question
There are new questions waiting to be opened
The future is not a straight line:
it curves
because it has the shape of a question.
We regret to inform you that there is no way to the end of this straight line of modernity. How safe it is to be securely attached to a car that moves forward without hesitation on a straight road, accelerating more and more more and more more and more... bodies lying in the middle of the road (what a mania for getting in my way). But we keep moving forward, gentlemen. Progress is unstoppable! We are still moving forward, gentlemen. Last one to the finish, on the run! We regret to inform you that there is no way to the end of this straight line. But how safe it is to be securely tied, how safe it is to be securely tied, how safe it is to be well tied up, (if I get anxious, I can always look at my mobile phone), how safe it is to be securely tied up, Darwin saying: "Don't look at the bodies; the strong ones run over-" . But the vulnerability of getting off. To put us down. Under the asphalt, the beach, under the asphalt, the orchard,1 under the screaming asphalt, a silence that preys, to go down to the street, look at the people, stop being mirrors of the dominant reflection, recognise ourselves freer for being more uncertain. We've come this fast for a reason. We've come this far for a reason. It's so we could slow down and dream. Dream. Dream. Dream. What livable means. Dream. Dream. Dream. For how many? For all? Dream. Dream. Dream. Forget what was. Forget what is. What could be? Dream. Dream. Dream. If you weren't sleep-deprived, how far would you dare to dream? Dream. Dream.2 What needs to be dismantled What needs to be questioned to its core wounded by invention so the dream can co-exist with the possible: sharpen your dreaming skills. We are gathered here for a non-conformity with the already told: questions-knife to tear the screen where there is a dystopia projected. - Possible Futures Certification Office, tell me? Let's see, yes, you are asking for the requirements in the possible future, short term or medium term? No, in the long term I get a black screen. Let's put medium term, OK, beautiful? Let's see, it's very simple: there is a measurement test to check that the candidate is going to be sufficiently similar to the present, it's like the 7 differences of the newspaper, you know? Yes, you can download this test from the website in pdf. And then, before you can certify you as a Possible Future, there is the Off-Limits DeclarationIt is, well, to verify that no red lines are crossed, you know, like: that it doesn't redefine our concept of truth, that it doesn't touch private property, anthropocentrism; well, that's the normal thing, you know? Yeah. Mmhm. Mmhm. Well, from what you're telling me, I see it as difficult, eh? I see a lot of inventiveness, eh? No, no, it sounds very good, but to certify it... Look, let's do something: I'll put you through to the Science Fiction and Utopias Department, where they don't have any requirements... Like this, as if it were more artistic. Stay tuned. - When the forecast smacks of this mix of growing inequality on a flooded planet; when the forecast smells, frankly, smells like shit; go against all odds look against all odds invent against all odds (whose prognosis? who is it good for? that we forget how to dream): creativity, the adornment of the few, is the brave homeland for all. Shit must stop. Because here is the city full of interstices that seek to be named in order to recognise itself as a birth canal. The sinkhole is a river, but it has to be told. Let us be the non-perpetual snow that descends into the valley to nourish the rivers, widening them (we must find the interstice), and spilling out, irregular, let us become tributaries of those who have already broken the uniformity of the soil. Outside they will say drought. We will continue to be snow not perpetual, that softens, that descends. Madrid has the name of Matrioshka always opening up to rebel another and smaller one: what questions do the smaller Matrioshkas the smallest Matrioshkas that the city hides simply because no one shows them? - -Excuse me, is this the right way to the answers? -Yes! Pick a problem small enough to fit within your method. Sinking the hypothesis arrow in the worst case scenario3. We wanted to set the world in stone but the stones were grains of sand left outside the hourglass. Come play with the sand accepting it will move accepting it will dance to music never written, as unscripted as life. - The extent of the revolution to stop perceiving each other as separate. -How do we take others seriously? -There are no others.4 Imagine an imagination drinking in every experiment of how to live: the how to live expanding out of the trite and known, every line pulling of the collective inhabiting until we all fit in the common worlds, until we blur the stubborn promise of collapse. Against the pointillism of liquid society, the drawing that comes out of joining the dots. Contained in these lines the uncomfortable exits to all the labyrinths. Here, in Matadero, today, 57 dots drawing 1,596 possible lines. Until drawing other journeys other destinations other cities how to inhabit together recounting the margins giving back to more worlds what is possible: the marrow of life unfolded vertebrated with hope. Hope has the form of a question (Doors close) But hope has the form of a question (They say the doors are closing) But hope has the form of a question (They say the doors are known to be closed) But hope has the form of a question (They say the answers are known) But hope has the form of a question There are new questions waiting to be opened The future is not a straight line: it curves because it has the shape of a question.