CERTI DEL NOSTRO PROGRESSO
In the sheltered space of a villa outside of Florence, safe from the Black Death, Boccaccio displays the wholeness of the world of his time; his realism, not a simple objectivist verism, is a narrative style, an innovative and perspective outlook on the time he loved, criticised, assumed and re-founded through his remarkable literary work.
Nowadays, after seven centuries, the world has gone more opaque and less confident our look. From the different closed space of a strange room, can we avoid leaning outside to look inside the deep obscure end of the time we are living?
SURE OF OUR PROGRESS
video 2012 total min 08:43 - voices: silvana baga, pino cenzo, riccardo longoni, serena mauri, libera, daniela vanoli; music: rita marcotulli, silvana renzini, daria baiocchi, maurizio signorino, lar cobsay.
In the video, the view of one subject's view, uncertain and fragmentary, is lost among the tempting offers of a market that promises to fulfill every desire.
Can it be that the task of saving man from the terror of his vulnerability is entrusted, paradoxically, to a world peopled by surrogate aliens?
SURE OF OUR PROGRESS
Might it be a complication?
I've forgotten the reasons why I am moving around this space.
Habit, perhaps.
Today the lights are so strong they change everything into sharp edges
Thousands of cars seem like confused human toys,
without any direction.
That cloud over there, soft, in the sky
is the one I painted last week.
NO! I didn't paint it.
How could I have done
I dreamt it of course!
I dreamt it!
Just like I have dreamt so many things
How can I ever make them out!
Some machines have hybrid technology .
Assembled parts are human pieces.
The most sophisticated cars are upholstered with artificial hide.
They are true works of art.
They all inflict death adequately…
It is their most appreciated function.
And so even if life was a docile instrument
it would need to be suppressed earlier.
It's easy to get lost the streets have no directions they contract
the beginning and the end in the space of Nothing.
Therefore, impossible to get lost in Nothing!
It's better to free the river bed otherwise
a mountain of earth and mud will cover every thing.
Nowadays, after seven centuries, the world has gone more opaque and less confident our look. From the different closed space of a strange room, can we avoid leaning outside to look inside the deep obscure end of the time we are living?
SURE OF OUR PROGRESS
video 2012 total min 08:43 - voices: silvana baga, pino cenzo, riccardo longoni, serena mauri, libera, daniela vanoli; music: rita marcotulli, silvana renzini, daria baiocchi, maurizio signorino, lar cobsay.
In the video, the view of one subject's view, uncertain and fragmentary, is lost among the tempting offers of a market that promises to fulfill every desire.
Can it be that the task of saving man from the terror of his vulnerability is entrusted, paradoxically, to a world peopled by surrogate aliens?
SURE OF OUR PROGRESS
Might it be a complication?
I've forgotten the reasons why I am moving around this space.
Habit, perhaps.
Today the lights are so strong they change everything into sharp edges
Thousands of cars seem like confused human toys,
without any direction.
That cloud over there, soft, in the sky
is the one I painted last week.
NO! I didn't paint it.
How could I have done
I dreamt it of course!
I dreamt it!
Just like I have dreamt so many things
How can I ever make them out!
Some machines have hybrid technology .
Assembled parts are human pieces.
The most sophisticated cars are upholstered with artificial hide.
They are true works of art.
They all inflict death adequately…
It is their most appreciated function.
And so even if life was a docile instrument
it would need to be suppressed earlier.
It's easy to get lost the streets have no directions they contract
the beginning and the end in the space of Nothing.
Therefore, impossible to get lost in Nothing!
It's better to free the river bed otherwise
a mountain of earth and mud will cover every thing.
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