August the 20th, 6 PM
Bear’s Cage (Gabbia dell’Orso)-Auditorium
Colonia of the former Eni Village of Borca di Cadore
Pier Luigi Sacco (dj-set) – Roberto Paci Dalò (live-set)
The tremors continue, in Borca. It’s not landslides, or seisms, or bradyseisms at all. Simply, as we’ve always said, this frightening Village, with its inexhausted Colonia (penal colony for artists, a camp of poietic deportation), continues to grow its performative index, with its aboundance, these past few weeks, of artists, entrepreneurs and managers, people of culture and those who are, somewhat, awake; all of them seeing, thinking, imagining, making plans. All of them, yes, and another virtuoso: the pathetic watercolours thief, whom we are hunting down, and soon intend to publicly skin alive, so to speak.
The TERRAFORMAZIONE-TERRAFORMING of Dolomiti Contemporanee 2015, which extends to progettoborca, is the new way, the only one possible, that we’ve been walking for five years, in spite of the usual cases of inertia. Take the site, and play it like a cordophone, plucking at its steel strings, allowing its soundboard to resonate (a soundboard, this one, as big as 30.000 square metres), a spatial board that, in truth, had never stopped making sounds, one that is a tremor, which is transmitted to all who walk inside the cave (to all, that is, except for the cultural eunuchs), that never dies, and that only needs to be called back to immediately increase again (it was already there, waiting).
So, then, on Thursday, August the 20th, a new tremor will shake Borca, where everything surprises because nothing was ever imagined (by Mattei and Gellner) and built “as experience teaches”, and every thing and part of it was, and remains, shock and rejection (rejection of praxis, and ideas, and of known shapes that satisfy the lethargic ones, the un-awakened, and in their deep sleep they explore no space, not even the oneiric one, which isn’t still, at all), and behind every corner and ramp there’s SWERVE, expected by this point, in its unexpectedness, like, let’s say (and I say that condifently), every page by Kafka, inventor of the (speculative)GEOLOGICAL-DYNAMIC narrative form more determined than ever (everything is still, and everything is vibrating, no detail is superfluous, no tall story that can be downed like a sickening physiological tonic used to induce literary burps, but rather mobile tar, that makes the landscape authentic, digging up its basic stereometry of meaning: like in Bernhard: like in Gellner: speaking of, all of this has a function of cleanliness and igene: the formal rigour – always poetic, from a scientific standpoint – exterminates the cannibal vulgarity of every entertainment-based plot; there are no novelists; there is a TEXT, which is nothing but, again, SPACE).
And thus, moving on from that aside, on Thursday, August the 20th, 2015, the new tremor will be made by Pier Luigi Sacco and Roberto Paci Dalò. A culture economist playing electronic music – a terraforming sequence – together with a visual artist and musician? An encounter of records and machones where the bpm of minimal techno of the best tradition, meets blasts of instrumentsl sounds and modular synths. And where Sacco and Paci Dalò dialogue in a continuum in which genres and sounds mix up creating something unheard of, specifically (and exceptionally) for #progettoborca
AN ECONOMIST OF CULTURE PLAYING TECHNO MUSIC IN THE BEAR’S CAGE, IN TERRAFORMING SEQUENCES, TOGETHER WITH A MUSICAL ARTIST? But how do they mean CULTURE, then, these men right here, muses the Minister’s aunt, as she mends a grey sock, using an encyclopaedia’s volume as iron rest? But the Minister’s aunt understood what we wrote above, on the eternally new continuous making of things and their meaning, through the weapons and the deliberate attacks on norms and customs, perpetrated to their detriment by those few NORMAL and resistent humans who stubbornly continue to keep always putting anything, every force, into play and into a network, without making notes to other’s pieces, but WRITINGK AGAIN AND ALWAYSK THE SPACE? No way, the Minister’s aunt does not understand. And it’s not like we, in the bear’s cage, are inviting her. We invite others, though, to see and hear. That the (cultural) economy of the landscapes is made (played), simply, by the waking men and women who often have fringes and rubble in their heads (let’s call it an inter-cranial tuft, made of encephalic liana), and use their wits to pierce their skulls, letting the secretion out.
(should it rain, the event will take place anyway, the set will be moved inside the Colonia).
