As in any dialogue there was room in this system for altruism, generosity, nobility even, but the capricious arbitrariness left even more room for loss and corruption. Worst of all was the terrifying fear and insecurity felt viscerally at all levels of society. Whether a human, cultivated artist or scientist, high official, or general, or ordinary folk you sensed an invisible trapdoor beneath your feet that might yawn open at any moment and drop you into an inferno from which there was usually no escape.


Saturday 7th November 2020, somehwere in US, Europe and Scandinavia.

Evening view, Friday, October 9

Evening talk, Friday, October 30

Evening reflections, Saturday,  November 7

What the process will result in; we have no idea. How can we? Hopefully, the explo-rative process will produce something valuable. It might very well end in conflict, or leave us completely drained. We`ll see. We are all humans, even when we live our lives online, and an attempt to touch each other ends brutally in the screen. 

 

Europe has always been a mess.

 

None of these things happened. They are based in the following historiographical

co- ordinates which are truly European.

 

Métissage: restlessness, broken borders, violence, polyglot. Acceleration: opulence, ideals, apocalypse, sublime.

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Restlessness/opulence

Their courtly habits allowed them to enclose the land. Rent, fences, livestock. Each farmstead mapped. Near the road, a great stone house was built by those who had lost their land.

 

 

Broken borders/apocalypse

They swam from the boat to the shore and walked out through the tourists. In her coat, a mobile phone in a sealed plastic bag. It had one number which her uncle had bought from an armed man in the market back home. The number belonged to a man called Jamal. If the person on the line was not Jamal, she was to cut the call.

 

 

Violence/opulence

A scream of mortal terror went out when they realised that families would not be spared the fate of their patriarchs. The windows were pushed out and she landed on the ground in front of a cheering crowd.

 

 

 

 

Polyglot/opulence

At the base of the slopes, the cocktail menu was in four languages, starting at 50 Francs.

 

 

 

Broken borders/sublime

The government that erected the statue pulled it down. In both events, the people were commanded to attend.

 

 

 

 

Restlessness/apocalypse

When nearby villages sickened, the town’s Mayor finally commanded roadblocks and a curfew. In one house, a girl sang from the window. In another house, a boy hid his sister’s toys and watched her search for them.

 

 

 

 

Polyglot/sublime

His heart quickened as he watched the bag in the café over the road. After a short prayer in an ancient language, he pressed the button.

 

 

 

 

Violence/sublime

Although they spoke many different languages, they marched together with shoulders pressed back and chests out. They sang Christian songs in Latin in the mornings and by the time the campaign was over half of them would be dead

 

 

 

 

 

Polyglot/apocalypse

The ship returned eighteen months later. The cargo was unloaded but a small number of negroes remained confined on board until negotiations were completed.

 

 

 

 

 

Broken borders/ideals

The music was performed just once, and then all returned to their own nations, changed.

 

 

 

 

 

 Restlessness/sublime

There was not a single village throughout in which a cross was not placed to record the invasions that the nation had perpetrated and suffered.

 

 

 

 

 

Violence/ideals

There was a new light in the night sky, observed throughout the land. The next day, in order to give the light meaning, a man was bound to a tree and his entrails spilled out.

 

 

 

 

Polyglot/ideals

The twenty-seven flags, waving together, were stolen. Later the police arrested a man who spent a year in prison.

 

 

 

 

Broken borders/opulence

Arriving, he realised he had forgotten to put his watch back on after customs so he bought a new one in one of the shops in the hotel’s atrium.

 

 

 

 

Restlessness/ideals

The carnations were strewn along the avenues. When the petals dried they resembled confetti.

 

 

 

 

 

Violence/apocalypse

The television shared with the middle classes an image of war in which a great demon gouged the bodies of men with spurs on its ankles.


 

 

 

 

blackout

 

refuse to sink







 

 

fellah33 text by Graham Harrison   

The pandemic as a portal, things will never be the same again.  Pay close attention.  Be honest.  Put your ear to the ground.  We need our stories, we need our complexities, we need to make space for each other.  Make art that is needed. Imagine a different kind of world (notes from Arundhati Roy talk).

 

What do we have in common? Symbols, narratives, processes? Geological processes / time. Evolving. 


Create a structure that is organised and organic, that is interested in the exploratory nature of process.  Feel the freedom to move/edit/adapt each-others work.

 

How do I get to the Lochmaben Stone?  Drive 70 miles south on the motorway, then down a small road that comes to a dead end.  Walk along the edge of the water, climb over the barbwire fence, then across two fields, over a stile, around the cows and through the wheat.

 

The shock of the moment, thinking on my feet, dealing with being unprepared.  The urgency of the moment.  The emergency of the moment.   What do we learn from the moment of emergency?  What ‘emerges’? Think about the moments, not the long history.  The mosaic of the moment.  The montage. Not the continuities (notes from Homi K. Bhabha talk).

 

Value the process and make it visible.

 

Bring it into focus – move away from it so it goes out of focus – move back towards it and refocus. 


Create and occupy spaces that are productively uncomfortable.


Visiting the stone has become a kind of pilgrimage. Visiting the Research Catalogue has become a kind of pilgrimage.


The lateral gaze, the adjacent move, the side by side proximity can’t be replicated on Zoom.  The circularity of the gaze – I miss this! (notes from Homi K. Bhabha talk).


Art can disorganise the flow of meaning, history, narrative.  Disrupted heritages.  Who authenticates heritage and who says what is of value anyway? (notes from Alex Hale talk).


The near past.


Disorganised.


Multiple histories – elongating and contracting.


Occupying different spaces at the same time.


Where is the edge?


The frozen city, dark tourists, the zip shop, shoe shop, tractor shop and the biggest cinema in Famagusta.  Now the homes, apartments, shops, libraries and cinemas are occupied by nature.


I understand and forgive the past.  I love and generate the future (notes from Yiannis Toumazis talk).

 

Shared shadows. 


Let me start with Jam!  Civil wars start from within and the making of jam was disrupted in Abkhazia in 1992. (notes from Anastasia Shesterinina talk).

 

Do we keep it? Cover it up? Close it? Stop it? What do we remember?  What remains is the story, the oral footprint, the partial knowledge.

 

SM 

Evening talk, Friday, October 16, Ellada Evangelou

Evening talk, Friday, November 6

forgive yourself
forgive them
try to save the hatred
try to save the hated
does it matter if you ever really know?
there is no safety in anything