HYDRA | PAPUA NEW GUINEA | NYC | TIRANA | BELGRADE | CARIBBEAN
WHISPERED ONOMATOP(O)E(T)IC FANTASIES ABOUT US IN ME
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01 DIARY OF MISSED ENCOUNTERS
If we had met at cozzi pool at 07:07 o’clock in the morning, it would be like hockney’s splash, we would leap at the same time in the pool, you from one side, me from another and we would meet in the middle of the pool.
02 DIARY OF MISSED ENCOUNTERS
If we had met, we would have gone to Pinacoteca di Brera at one o’clock and we would stand for a long time in front of Mantegna’s Cristo Morto.
After that we would ride toward Villa Invernizzi and we would stand for a long time watching flamingos and you would say to me:
“I am an flamingo with characteristics of phenix’’
and after that we would climb the tree from
Il Barone Rampante and would stay there all night long, and the spirit of Cosmo would appear and say to us ’’Hello’’ and we would say hello back to him, and he would say to us:
“Le imprese più ardite vanno
vissute con l’animo più semplice.’’
03 DIARY OF MISSED ENCOUNTERS
If we had met in NYC, you would come with me to Laurie Anderson’s rooftop studio in Tribeca, and she would cook for us the best green curry we ever tried, better than Rirkrit Tiravanija’s green curry, and after lunch, we would go down to the lower floor of the house where Laurie’s studio is and we would listen to Lou Reed’s song such a perfect day and we would be looking through the window at the Hudson river and big blue sky.
04 DIARY OF MISSED ENCOUNTERS
If we had met in the Caribbean, we would make the 7th Caribbean biennale – trouble in paradise part II, and we would collect the shit from every animal that shitted on the island and display it as something sacred.
and we would be laying all day and night long, and we would stare at the big blue sky, birds and golden sunshine, as it comes and goes. and we would take a vow of silence, we would not speak to each other and to others, we would pretend to be deaf mute, and we would listen to a song from Battiato le sacre sinfonie del tempo, every night above the big starry sky.
05 DIARY OF MISSED ENCOUNTERS
If we had met in Casa Lana di Sottsass, we would lie down on the floor with our eyes closed and we would listen to John Cage’s 4’33” performed by the Berliner Philharmonic orchestra conducted by Claudio Abbado.
06 DIARY OF MISSED ENCOUNTERS
If we had met in Tirana, we would realize that the opening party we came to has no soul – a lot of women with plastic implants everywhere and trash DJ set – it would be so unpleasant for our ears and eyes, so we would sneak out of that party, so no one would notice we were gone, and we would go eat traditional Albanian baklava me mjaltë and then our blood sugar would rise up to 27 and then we would be very thirsty and very energetically high, like we took 27g of amphetamine, so we would go to hotel and we would have good sex and you would cum into me and we would fall asleep while a soft blanket would cover our naked bodies in embrace and the album through the looking glass by Midori Takada would be playing in the background until morning and the first rays of the golden sun would awaken us.
07 DIARY OF MISSED ENCOUNTERS
If we had met in Papua New Guinea, I would ride a bicicletta along Via Lecco and you would ride along Viale Tunisia and on the corner of those streets we would accidentally bump into each other with biciclette, and you would say ‘’follow me’’ and you would lead me to your hairdresser, and he would cut your hair with his right hand and mine with his left, at the same time, and after that we would wear hats for a long time.
08 DIARY OF MISSED ENCOUNTERS
If we had met in your lavanderia, I would make an operetta with the sound of the washing machines and my voice as an elegy and after, we would make an eco-scientific experiment: I would sing to dirty laundry sanskrit’s gayatri mantra
ॐ भूर्भुवः स्वः
तत्सवितुर्वरेण्यं
भर्गो देवस्य धीमहि
धियो यो नः प्रचोदयात् ॥
which is used in tantric practice as a washing machineto wash impurities in our mind.
so if we find out that dirty laundry can be washed just by using sound frequencies, without water and electricity, then it would be a great day for humanity and planet Earth, ecocide would decrease and eco-feminists would be happy.
09 DIARY OF MISSED ENCOUNTERS
If we had met in Belgrade, we would pretend like we were meeting for the first time, and you would ask me:
‘’what qualities turn you on”
and I would write you this list:
QUALITY THAT TURNS ME ON:
someone i love must have at least two or three:
1. INTELLIGENCE
2. BEAUTY, ELEGANCE
3. DOUCEUR (pleasantness, gentleness)
4. GLAMOUR, SENSE OF HUMOR
5. STRENGTH, COURAGE
6. VITALITY, SEXUAL ENTHUSIASM, GAIETY, CHARM
7. EMOTIONAL EXPRESSIVENESS, TENDERNESS (verbal, physical)
and after I would ask you what’re the qualities that turn you on
and you would say: you.
10 DIARY OF MISSED ENCOUNTERS
If we had met on Hydra, you would say that you are not afraid of love, and I would say the same, and we would realize that love sets us free, then I would write to you invisibly with my index finger my phone number on your left hand and I would say:
‘’ when you are planning to run away, don’t do it alone, call me to run away together, toward eternity.’’
if we had met across the universe, we would:
• go to Amazonia rainforest
• sing opera in elevators
• make friends with unlikely people
• listen to The Beatles’ White Album
• lie to people that we speak 17 languages
• share a house that would be separate from our own places
• feed homeless people and animals
• eat a lot of raspberries and almonds
• have ridiculous late night talks
• pray for others
• read 13th century Japanese poems
• takes vows of silence once a week
• sleep in the forest without sleeping bags
• go to India, to dr. vasant lad’s panchakarma treatment
• protect each other.
• not speak too much, not write too much
• swim in big blue pacific, learn to hold
our breath underwater for a long, long time
• help unknown old men to carry heavy bags
• watch big blue sky from james turrell’s perspective
• play harp with noses, elbows and knees
• miss flights
• drink water from the spring from kailash mountain
• go with ethnomusicologist expeditions in deep, deep rainforest of solomon islands and sing ritual songs with tribal women
• salute the Sun
• plant a mango tree
• sleep in a big, white, soft and fragrant bed
• watch the morning rays of sun and the moon when it’s full
• call unknown numbers and play them the sounds of donkey hee-haws
we would love our life and our friends and in all, we would do the best we could do.