Hopping channels, venue to venue, piecing together fragments of a narrative, or not. Theirs, mine. Take what you want, can. Things align, butt up, stand isolated, let alone or left alone. Effort, coffees, interest. Looking, reading. Make decisions about what you notice, what you don’t. There’s a rhythm in the way you experience this. As much time as possible spent crossing as much distance as possible. Moments of held attention, absorption. Suggested routes ignored, accidentally. Bad navigators.

Lack of context: suggests you buy the book, buy all the books, buy the bag, buy the pencil, by the by. Find your way. I don’t care for wall panels but. Artists’ names crossed out, names missing, misspells, biros, names googled. They’ve worked hard for this, give them their names. Learning from Athens, heard about the vision, missed the talks, no bother, the work should speak for itself. Parthenon of Books: there’s Athens, there, in the middle. Lots of plastic, wrapped around. Spectacle until recirculated.

Palais Bellevue. Roee Rosen, The Dust Channel, film and sound. Favourite thing. Cleanliness, cleansing, eggs, the maid, the Dyson, dry humps and commodity chants, fetishism, little voices. Dust and sand, dust and sand, channel to channel, jump cuts, Israel. Structural violence in sound bites. The language of advertising, DIY pornography, object, violence, dirt, fucking. Safe distances.

Neue Galerie. Get deep inside Annie Sprinkle. Annie Sprinkle and Beth Stephens, weddings to the earth: sky, coal, soil, sun, moon, snow. Outsiders. Grouping. Coupling. Coming together. Coming. Doing. De-hetero-sexual-i-sing what’s hers and hers and ours. Lists. 25 ways to make love to the earth, 40 reasons why whores are my heroes. 101 uses for sex and why sex is so important. Composting is sexy! Green porn, save the planet, fuck the planet, try for change. Laugh.

Documenta Halle, Woman’s Action Forum, voices. Jani Christou, Praxis for 12. Instructions for voice, instruments and audience. Breaking. “Proto-performance”. Ritualistic re-enactments. Drama of renewal. “I keep following the notion of the stars at night”. The key word is release.

Tofufabrik, digesting. Issei Sagawa recounts experience. Murder. Fantasies, realities of cannibalisation. Desires to consume, to feel full. Leafs through drawings, sweet, stomach churning. Eyes and fingers on. Pages of wants. Memories of mother. Breaks, breaking. Visual and literal violence of female body; thoughts of thighs, holes, meat. Difficult to stomach. Perverse curiosity of all involved- subject, maker, viewer. Talk for a long time about it afterwards.

Grimmwelt: place for stories. Parasitic narratives, insertions. Susan Hiller, lost language, precious tongues. Passing down, exchanging rhythms, sharing songs, stories, numbers and phrases. Fragments of communication, the words that are left. Keeping alive, mourning loss. There is no limit to what we can forget. Languages extinct, endangered, pushed out, spat out. Thoughts of Wales. Double tongues, mother tongues, many tongues. Gifts. Animates, makes visible. Giving a voice back to the silenced.

KulturBanhof, joys of hidden spaces, city parts, underground and in secret. Privilege of access. More pieces, rabbit holes. Michel Auder. New languages, verbal, visual, aligned. Highbrow lowbrow, pop and culture, pleasure and violence. Can’t see and know and want everything at once. Out into the light. Xaipete! Welcome, as you leave.


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