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“Stavo camminando e ad un certo punto” curated by Elisa Muscatelli
Qualcosa ha fatto rumore, ma non sono sicura che tutti lo abbiano sentito.
Il suono non proveniva da là fuori, dal mondo in cui ogni cosa prosegue in un’omogeneizzazione diversificata, in un continuo strapparsi e ricucirsi che fa rumore, era altrove. Qualcosa ha fatto rumore nel suo essere silenzioso. Non si è presentato come l’ultima serie televisiva da guardare per restare a passo con i tempi o l’ultima canzone pop che la radio trasmette a ripetizione.
Sul suo biglietto da visita c’era scritto “forse sono banale”, ho pensato che potesse essere un gioco veramente ridicolo oppure un orizzonte invertito.
Stavo camminando e a un certo punto sono arrivata in un campo di fiori d'aprile con dei cani che allattavano delle specie elastiche per crepe dinamiche. Non so esattamente di cosa si possano nutrire queste specie vuote, ma credo che siano affamate di quei suoni che sentivano in origine.
Quella cosa senza titolo che faceva rumore si è infilata sotto una busta Alba Zell accanto a una dracena stanca. Quella busta vale circa 4000 euro, riuscireste a crederci? A volte le persone lasciano per strada cose d'ineguagliabile valore, degli amori nascosti che poi crescono all’interno di foreste mistificanti.
Volevo tornare a casa prima di sera ma mi sono distratta a raccogliere tutte quelle cose che incontravo sul mio percorso e che producevano lo stesso suono flebile.
È un lavoro faticoso perché ci vuole tempo per ascoltarle e alcune il giorno dopo hanno già cambiato idea su quello che volevano dirti.
Non ci stavano tutte quindi ne ho selezionate alcune.
Something made a noise, but I'm not sure that everyone heard it. The sound didn't come from out there, from the world in which all things carry on in a diversifying homogenization, in a never-ending ripping and stitching that makes noise, it was from elsewhere. Something made noise in its silent existence. It didn't introduce itself as the latest TV show to watch to stay up-to-date or the latest pop song that the radio plays on a loop. It said "maybe I'm ordinary" on its business card, I thought it might be a really ridiculous game or an inverted horizon. I was walking and at some point, I came upon a field of April flowers with dogs nursing some elastic species for dynamic cracks. I don't know exactly what these empty species might be feeding on, but I think they are hungry for the sounds they originally heard. That untitled thing that made noise got squeezed under an Alba Zell bag next to a tired dracaena. That bag is valued at about 4,000 euros, can you believe it? Sometimes people leave things of immeasurable value on the street, hidden loves that then grow into mystifying forests. I wanted to get home before the night, but I got busy picking up all those things I came across on my path that made the same faint sound. It's exhausting work because it takes time to listen to them, and some of them have already changed their minds the next day about what they wanted to tell you. They didn't all fit, so I selected a few.
Something made a noise, but I'm not sure that everyone heard it. The sound didn't come from out there, from the world in which all things carry on in a diversifying homogenization, in a never-ending ripping and stitching that makes noise, it was from elsewhere. Something made noise in its silent existence. It didn't introduce itself as the latest TV show to watch to stay up-to-date or the latest pop song that the radio plays on a loop. It said "maybe I'm ordinary" on its business card, I thought it might be a really ridiculous game or an inverted horizon. I was walking and at some point, I came upon a field of April flowers with dogs nursing some elastic species for dynamic cracks. I don't know exactly what these empty species might be feeding on, but I think they are hungry for the sounds they originally heard. That untitled thing that made noise got squeezed under an Alba Zell bag next to a tired dracaena. That bag is valued at about 4,000 euros, can you believe it? Sometimes people leave things of immeasurable value on the street, hidden loves that then grow into mystifying forests. I wanted to get home before the night, but I got busy picking up all those things I came across on my path that made the same faint sound. It's exhausting work because it takes time to listen to them, and some of them have already changed their minds the next day about what they wanted to tell you. They didn't all fit, so I selected a few.
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