part one is about space/part 2 is about time

he lies with his hed between her legs.
how many millions of men have lain like this? how many women, placing a hand on their heads, and smiling reflectively, have thought of birth.
everything here is re-enactment, everything here is return.

HOME IS THE RETURN TO WHERE DISTANCE DID NOT YET COUNT.

s.t.m.c. /close-up shot with words incomplete cut-up (shotgun shhhhhh...)

Ragaa’ouni a’einaik el Ayam illi rahou
Your eyes took me back to my days that are gone
A’alamouni andam a’ala El-Madhi wi gerahou
They taught me to regret the past and its wounds.

Illi shouftouh kabli ma tshoufak a’inaih
Whatever I saw before my eyes saw you was a wasted life.
Omri dhayea’ yehsibouh izay a’alaya?
ow could they consider that part of my life?

Inta Omri illi ibtada b’nourak sabahouh
With your light, the dawn of my life started
Ad eyh min omri kablak ray w a’ada
How much of my life before you was lost
Ya habibi ad eyh min omri raah It is a wasted past, my love.

Wala shaf elkalb kablak farhah wahdah
My heart never saw happiness before you
Wala dak fi eldounya ghair taa’m el-jiraah.
My heart never saw anything in life other than the taste of pain and suffering.

Ibtadait bilwakti bas ahib omri
I started only now to love my life
Ibtadait bilwakti akhaf la ilomri yijri
And started to worry that my life would run away from me.

Kouli farha eshtakha min kablak khayali
Every happiness I was longing for before you
Eltakaha fi nour a’ainaik kalbi w fikri
My dreams they found it in the light of your eyes.
Ya hayat kalbi ya aghla min hayati
Oh my heart’s life .. You are more precious than my life
Leih ma kabilni hawak ya habibi badri
Why I didn't meet your love a long time ago?

Illi shouftouh kabli ma tshoufak a’inaih
Whatever I saw before my eyes saw you was a wasted life.
Omri dhayea’ yehsibouh izay a’alaya?
How could they consider that part of my life?

Inta Omri illi ibtada b’nourak sabahouh
You are my life that starts its dawn with your light.

Ellayali el hilwa wil shouk wil mahabah
The beautiful nights and the yearning and the great love
min zaman w elkalbi shayilhoum a’ashanak
From a long time ago the heart is holding for you.


Douk maa’ayah elhoub douk habah bhabah min hanan kalbi illi taalshoukouh li hananak Taste the love with me bit by bit from the kindness of my heart that is longing for the kindness of your heart.
Hat a’inaik tisrah fi dounyethoum a’ineyyah
Bring your eyes close so that my eyes can get lost in the life of your eyes.
Hat eydak tiryah lilmoustahm eydaiyah
Bring your hands so that my hands will rest in the touch of your hands.

Yahabibi taa’ala w kfaya ill fatna
My love, come, and enough.
Howa illi fatna ya habibi elrouh shwayah
What we missed is not little, oh love of my soul.

Illi shouftouh kabli ma tshoufak a’inaih
Whatever I saw before my eyes saw you was a wasted life.
Omri dhayea’ yehsibouh izay a’alaya?
How could they consider that part of my life?
Inta Omri illi ibtada b’nourak sabahouh
You are my life that starts its dawn with your light.

Ya aghla min ayyami
You are more precious than my days.
Ya ahla min ahlami
You are more beautiful than my dreams,
Khoudni li hananak khoudni
Take me to your sweetness--
Mina el woujoud w iba’idni
Take me away from the universe
Bia’eid bia’eid ana w inta
Far away, far away.
Bia’eid bia’eid wahdeina

I



and you far away, far away. Alone.

A’ elhoub tisha ayamna With love, our days will awaken
A’ el shouk tnaam layaleina We spend the nights longing for each other

Salaht beek ayami
I reconciled with days because of you
Samaht beek el zaman
I forgave the time because of you
Nasitni beek aalami
With you I forgot my pains
W inseet maa’aak elshagan
And I forgot with you my misery.

Ragaa’ouni a’einaik el Ayam illi rahou Your eyes took me back to my days that are gone
A’alamouni andam a’ala El-Madhi wi gerahou T
hey taught me to regret the past and its wounds.

Illi shouftouh kabli ma tshoufak a’inaih
Whatever I saw before my eyes saw you was a wasted life.

Omri dhayea’ yehsibouh izay a’alaya?
How could they consider that part of my life?
Inta Omri illi ibtada b’nourak sabahouh

brief archeology _three

brief archeology _2

brief archeology _one

evolove

photo by skip A © 2008

empty film cans

Perhaps our eyes are merely a blank film which is taken from us after our deaths to be developed elsewhere and screened as our life story in some infernal cinema or dispatched as microfilm into the sidereal void

homework/rewind and play

although we have stated that we will not "explain" the structure and content of the project that you viewed(and we will follow this line of non-explanation), we would like to say that there are (obviously) certain goals that we wanted to achieve.
one of these seems to us to be self-explanatory and in our times(now) necessary.
this is that each viewer has tha ability, capability to move/to roam within the geography of the "chaos" of signs and to create his/her own interpretation.
this interpretation is not limited by us and has been structured in such a way so that each viewer can take this voyage/detour home with him/her
to continue to view after the real time viewing
to connect moments in personal time(memory) after communal time has finished(performance time)
to re-structure the "seemingly" unstructured
do we achieve this?
perhaps not
but we work for it
this

gesamtkunstwerk

you fire_we fuel/ words of love and hate #1

naive



we save this word and keep this word for future reference
the reasons being it's meaning , which is:


marked by a simple, unaffectedly direct style reflecting little or no formal training or technique
+

having or showing unaffected simplicity of nature or absence of artificiality; unsophisticated

am stuttgard

anothe evolove stream

more evolove

real lovevol

real evolove

stolen notebooks/lost letters

X

1- ( )
2- Who is he? What is he doing here? When did he arrive and how long will he remain?
3- It is unclear to him exactly where he is. In the room, yes, but in what building is this room located? In a house? In a hospital? In a prison? He cant remember how long he has been here or the nature of the circumstances that precipitated his removal to this place. Perhaps he has always been here; perhaps this is where he has lived since the day he was born. What he knows is that his inner heart is filled with an implacable sense of guilt. At the same time, he can’t escape the feeling that he is the victim of a terrible injustice.
4- Far off in the distance, beyond the room, beyond the building in which the room is located, he hears the faint sound of radio static, perhaps it’s the waves of the sea …he cant tell which
5- Someone knocks on the door and then the sound of a key entering the lock. Dos this mean that mr.x is imprisoned in this room, unable to leave through the grace and good will of others? Not necessarily. It could be that mr.x has locked the door from within and that the person now trying to enter the room must undo that lock in order to cross the threshold.
6- THE TREATMENT IS WORKING
7- My thoughts have largely been elsewhere, lost in a fogland of ghost-like beings and broken memories as I search for an answer to the question that haunts me and that I have forgotten.
8- PROOF
9- There is still the question of the door, and until mr.x determines whether the door is locked from the outside, if indeed it is locked at all, the conclusion he has drawn could well be false. If he where thinking clearly, his next step would be to walk or wheel himself over to the door and investigate the matter at once. But mr.x does not move from his spot by the window, for the simple reason that he is afraid, so afraid that what he might learn from the door that he cannot bring himself to risk a confrontation with the truh.
10- The moment he shuts his eyes, he sees shadow-beings marching through his head. It is a long, dimly lit procession composed of scores if not hundreds of figures, and among them are included both men and women, both children and old people, and while some are short, others are tall, and while some are round, others are lean, and as mr.x strains to listen in on them, he hears not only the sound of their footsteps but something that he would liken to a groan, a barely audible collective groan rising from their midst. Where they are and where they are going he cannot say, but they seem to be tramping through a forgotten pasture somewhere, a no man’s land of scrawny weeds and barren earth, and because it’s so dark and because each figure is moving forward with his or her head down, mr.x cannot distinguish anyone’s face.
11- ABANDONED
12- EPIDEMIC
13- One: I want to kno if you have finished the story
Mr.x: story? What story? It is not a story. It is a report. It is something that really happened.
One: did it happen? Really happen?
14-YEAR ( )
15-control: you don’t remember now, but the whole thing was your idea.
We are just doing what you asked us to do.
16-control: this Is part of the treatment. We are here for a purpose.
Mr.x: such as?
Control: to test your reflexes.
Mr.x: my reflexes? What do they have to do with it?
Control: emotional reflexes.
17- we are in the desert now. Emptiness all around, a ferocious blue sky
over head, pounding light, and then, when the sun goes down, a chill to
freeze the marrow in your bones. Warm again and possessing a word.
18- THE ELEMENT OF TIME

letter hidden in the reflection of the monitor/control

henry ford assembly lines me

I

city of glass

to remeber/no, we are not one/but we can remember a common

perhaps there is a story to be told/seen/heard
perhaps there is a story within the story
perhaps this makes sense/non-sense
perhaps it is a puzzle that can be completed by the reciever
perhaps this puzzle will always be missing a piece
perhaps the image/sound will never be complete
perhaps images are keys
perhaps sounds are prisons
perhaps everything is a room and everyone has a key and everyone can unlock everything and see and hear and perhaps everyone can lock everything and not see anything and not hear anything


a type
for direktiva_kommunikato

strange pieces that are sweet and aint real anyway

III

small music theater /II

small music theater is dead

had the chance to do one of the last jam sessions at small music theater with nicos veliotis and anastasis grivas. more soon

scenes from a preparation II

scenes from a preparation I