Prije dva dana, između dva udisaja, zabilježio sam na salveti:
Somewhere Over The Great Wall (outdoor life)
What happened with M Abramovic sexuality?
What happened to her?
Who ate all her estrogen?
Who put all this testosterone in her?
She become her own idea
And the body is not important any more
To live inside your head is always more comfortable
Then to go swordfishing
Prekognicije! Jučer navečer, pak naiđoh na vjesticu:
ŠOK NA IZLOŽBI Izgrednik napao svjetski poznatu umjetnicu Marinu Abramović! Udario ju je slikarskim platnom u glavu:
Samoprozvani češki umjetnik Vaclav Pisvejc napao je danas u Firenci svjetski poznatu umjetnicu Marinu Abramović i bacio joj slikarsko platno u glavu.
Naslov je pogrešan jer baciti platno u glavu nije što i tresnuti nekoga njime. No u svakom slučaju ovaj incidentni performance bi trebalo nazvati: Marina – ponovni susret s realnošću.
Back to life, back to reality
Na neku čudnu foru
However do you want me
Marina misli da zna
However do you need me
Što sve treba da čini
However do you want me
U društvu frajera
However do you need me
Suviše je obična
However do you want me
I prazan joj je smijeh
However do you need me
Ali nužda me nagoni
However do you want me
Da spavam sa njom...
Back to life, back to reality
Na pitanje što je Pisvejc tim činom želio poručiti svjetskoj javnosti on je pak izjavio-otpjevao:
I don't wanna grow up od Ramonesa
Mora se priznati da Vaclav više nego Havel djeluje nadahnujuće.
Slikam Marinu sa nabijenim selfportretom preko glave.
Slikam Rembrandta sa nabijenim selfportretom preko glave.
Slikam Vincenta sa nabijenim selfportretom preko glave.
Slikam Kathe Kollwitz sa nabijenim selfportretom preko glave.
Slikam Fridu Kahlo sa nabijenim selfportretom preko glave.
Slikam Warhola s sa nabijenim selfportretom preko glave.
Slikam Durerera sa nabijenim selfportretom preko glave.
Slikam Rubensa sa nabijenim selfportretom preko glave.
Odjednom sve postaje smisleno.
Na kraju naslikam i samog sebe s nabijenim selfpotretom preko glave.
After that it’s time for an instant mobile exhibition.
I contact Syrian refugees, African escapers, Arab chicks
and engage them
for my project
I rent 20 city bicycles
montage artworks on bicycles
and let those Syrian refugees, African escapers, Arab chicks
to spread around the town as some kind of art virus
Every hour they gather on certain points
rest for few minutes
then spread again
This concept I had invented when I was just a student-boy
but Vaclav has already realized it
you can say it’s a copy
but it really doesn’t matter
what matters is that
bicycle syndicate has accused me
for not supporting native cyclists
they wrote protest note to the major
asking to forbid me using city bikes for
- as they put it -
my selfish unethical
promotion
so consider this as a new Croatian neorealism
now, it's the end of the day
sun is coming down
me and my 20 Syrian refugees, African escapers, Arab chicks
are riding toward drowning sun
de Sica joined us
c’mon
presto, presto, presto he shouts
so we are pedaling faster
faster and faster
until we take off
dissolving
in the sheltering
sky
Post je objavljen 06.10.2018. u 16:10 sati.