Noplace Gallery, Oslo mechanically presented Mechanism, an exhibition of Danish artist’s work Louis Scherfig.
The difference in fleeing from your first-born’s wedding and running to lose weight. Time is substance, and from moment to moment; space. We keep saying where is the empathy. When will humanity suffocate from technology and fall and everything is history. Past and present put together, all adding up to enclose the vast openness. No such thing as emptiness, the substantial void, we have to make do with that. The woe in urbanity interests us none, read it anywhere. We wear white underwear to keep track of spillage, to look fresh and browner than otherwise perceived. Sensible presents all wrapped in glue, glue is the gift, the mechanism of function. The fragrance of late summer evening, when morning people head home, the evening team is en route, and the people in between act busy and fiddles, but really; no one is as content as the next guy. I believe a film was made about that. It was all a dream, I swear it never happened. No more in-betweens.
The while it takes you to spent somewhere else. Lost climates will tan you, the scene won’t change. Walls the colour of yoghurt, opening the closure. Interstellar madness, with a shirt pretentiously nihilistic. Glimpses of absence, belonging somewhere, particularly nowhere. Banality is potency, potent pessimism. A heart condition, born on a diet but keeping it real, staying true to some game. Having mountains, growing trees. The perspective is there for sure.
Silken woven purple oil risky busy tragic vacation homeless homeless shoes night panda girl time chance ugly heat nasty neat something bought it something dusty water label crashing garbage tortellini anxiety money nostalgic romanoff walking walking walking waking turning sunless mile crying eating sleep silken woven purple oil smiles play monolith gym garden no garden left extract forsake present always cymbal cash remember army espresso nothing remember espresso beach final leaving late closing lapses ingesting marlboro echo solo pathetic crescendo missing points wrong frodo eyes salts shaking tremor knowing untitled safety boring crab gist blow puke closing roads dining jerking control barely try dumb
“Nel ’65, per costringere Hanoi a negoziare, con il cuore pesante, ordinai al mio pilota di bombardare il Vietnam del Nord. Fu tremendo. Ma Hanoi non volle negoziare. Nel ’66 fu di nuovo con il cuore pesante che ordinai ai miei piloti di bombardare Haiphong e Hanoi. ( Lasciami ascoltare un attimo) Fu tremendo ma Hanoi non volle negoziare. Nel Luglio del ’67 ordinai ai miei piloti, nuovamente con il cuore pesante, di radere al suolo l’impianto atomico cinese. Fu tremendo ma Hanoi non volle negoziare. Nel ’67, per costringere Hanoi a negoziare, e nuovamente con il cuore pesante, ordinai ai miei piloti di bombardare Pechino. Fu tremendo ma Hanoi non volle negoziare. Ora i miei missili sono diretti a Mosca. E? Il Presidente Johnson dice che Hanoi deve capire che la sua pazienza ha un limite.”