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ΑΠΟΣΠΑΣΜΑ: ΣΥΜΦΩΝΙΑ ΑΡ.1 (1957
Θα θελα να μιλήσουμε, απόψε, σύντροφε.
Χρόνια ονειρευόμουν αυτά τα λόγια.
Έτσι περάσανε τα χρόνια. Οι μέρες κατατρακυλούσαν, μέσα σ’ έν’ αδιάκοπο θόρυβο - Αγάλματα που συνθλίβονται, φιλίες που γκρεμίζονται, πόρτες κλείναν με πάταγο.
Άνθρωποι τρέχουν στους δρόμους, πατώντας ο ένας πάνω στον άλλον.
Οι σεισμογράφοι τρέμουν απ’ τις απότομες αλλαγές.
Μεγάλες λέξεις δε λέγαν πια τίποτα και τις πετούσαν
στους οχετούς.
Ένας άγνωστος κόσμος. Που είμαστε;
Θυμάσαι, αλήθεια, νιώθαμε ζεστασιά μέσα στο πλήθος, καθώς βαδίζαμε πλημμυρίζοντας τους δρόμους.
Τα χέρια μας άγγιζαν, οι φωνές μας αγκαλιάζονταν, μεσ’ στα τραγούδια. Η επίθεση πετύχαινε, συνεδριάζαμε, εκλέγαμε τα επαναστατικά συμβούλια και ανάμεσα στις λάμψεις των πυρκαγιών, τους πυροβολισμούς, και τον αέρα υπήρχαμε.
Κι εσυ, παλιέ μου, χαμένε σύντροφε,
η σφαίρα που σε πήρε, σκέφτομαι απόψε ίσως να ταν σοφή,
και σε προφύλαξε απ’ τον αυριανό εαυτό σου.
Α, Εσύ δεν είδες ποτέ το ίδιο σου το χέρι να σε σημαδεύει αλύπητα από το βάθος των περασμένων.
Αυτά είχα να σου πω. Να σου διηγηθώ όνειρα, θυσίες, τύψεις, δάκρυα.
Να σου πω για κάποιον που δεν τον αγάπησε κανείς και πέρασε όλη του τη ζωή μέσα στην καταφρόνια και τη μοναξιά μέχρι που σώθηκε. Και να σου πω για κείνον, που έζησε μες στις
επευφημίες και γέλασε και τραγούδησε και απόλαυσε και χάθηκε.
--- Translation ---
EXCERPT: AGREEMENT N.1 (1957)
I want us to talk tonight comrade.
For years I dreamed these words.
Thus, the years rolled, and the
days tumbled in a continuous rumble.
Statues that are crushed, friendships
that are toppled, doors shutting with
a bang.
Humans running in the streets
trampling one another. Seismographs
tremble from the rapid changes.
The great words were now meaningless
and they were thrown in the drain.
An unknown world.
Where are we?
Do you remember; really? We felt warmth in the crowd while walking, overflowing the streets. Our hands touched; our voices embraced; in the singing. The charge was successful, we were meeting, we elected revolutionary bodies and in the glare of the flames, the gunshots and the air; we existed.
And you; my old, lost comrade!
The bullet that took you away,
I am thinking tonight, may have been wise and shielded you from your future self.
Oh, you have never seen your own hand aiming you ruthlessly from the depth of the past.
This, is what I had to say to you.
To tell you about dreams, sacrifices, tears and regrets.
To tell you about someone who spent his whole life in loneliness and despair, till the moment he was saved.
And to tell you about someone, who lived in a life of desires and laughed and sang and enjoyed; and vanished.
--- Spoken ---
Our lives are mediated by platforms that, in their most benign
incarnation, profit from the information we freely offer, exploiting our emotional and cognitive abilities in an ever-escalating bid for our attention. In a no less frequent manifestation of our platform economy, a complex system of surveillance disguises itself within our hyper-fantasy of connection.
At Facebook, you are the product. Amazon is a convenient service provider for the private citizen––and ICE uses its technology when tracking and apprehending immigrants.
Perhaps most staggering of all, none of this is secret.
[Sanja Grozdanić on the work of McKenzie Wark]
--- Lyrics ---
Our days; tattered;
our sleepless nights;
train,
their algorithm’s patterns.
[But] beneath the[ir] pile of percentages; we still draw breath.
Don't Forget to remember our future;
on this New Planet called Earth.
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