Athens as a theme park


Dimitra Ioannou

Despite the deterioration of public services and a general state of anxiety & malaise, Athens will co-host Documenta 14. Do I have to cheer up?

Do I have to feel grateful? Do I have to be in central Athens and feel the ‘festive atmosphere’ of the opening event?

Do I have to take my greek flag & follow the ‘horseback parade recreating Parthenon frieze scenes?’


Do I have to follow the 100-day horseback journey from Athens to Kassel, and feel european again?

Do I have to pay 5 euros & kiss the hands (or cheeks or lips) of the Documentarists at the inauguration party?

Do I have to photograph the 6.500 visitors expected in Athens during the openings so as to remember for ever these times of glory?

Who profits from that glory?

Can I profit too?

Can I be appointed director of the Athens Museum of Sun?

Can I apply for funding to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?

Can I sell my sunny artefacts to the 6.500 expected visitors at very low prizes because cheap sun is the best?

Can I give a press conference with all my partners and members of the Athens Municipality gathered around a table turning our backs to the journalists?


Can I ignore the negative feedback and smile to the cameras and dress as a dandy and eat as a sparrow and dance as a wild animal?

Can I change role now?

Can I be a writer again?

Can I talk about my debts?



I am very much a primitive if you scratch me

in a perverse way I had changed words

I had changed intentionality ~ that’s what I like  ~ a double play I act through

I didn’t copy it ~ I didn’t say it was mine

I had changed intentionality ~ use other people’s material ~ a different procedure

not mine mine for a number of years

mine you said

it all fits nicely




I did that straight through

and I could go further further plagiarism I’m not guilty of

I use your work your words

you use my work ~ we use everyone’s work

the mind works with the body

we use everyone’s body my body I’m not guilty of

a cumulative OVEREXPOSED  effect

I start with a sentence, a sentence-character ~ twists and turns ~ they aren’t me




sailors are nothing  ~ are me

sometimes what I write shocks me, sometimes I don’t even like it

I never thought I had imagination

want to play ~ to be allowed to wonder ~ wonder straight through

to have that sense of wonder ~ to have that sense

where I won’t be so easily modulated by expectation

I always wanted to find a kind of language

I always wanted to be language, split identity-language, androgynous language split

allowed to, allowed to re-make the world out of texts

writing should be about the real ~ there’s nothing mysterious ~ you’re trying to built fate, some sort of possible beauty

to be equal to non-text



I’m looking for what might be called a body language

go into a space of wonder ~ wander ~ enter an illimitable world


trouble language ~ that’s what I really love

I can’t make language, but in this world I can play and be played

one thing I do is stick a vibrator up my cunt and start writing

writing from the point of orgasm and losing control of the language and seeing what that’s like

and I could go farther ~ I would talk only in positive terms ~ what would joy be ~

what it would be like to have a totally great existence

I always wanted to be language totally great language

what I’m doing is simply taking text to be the same as the world

text to be


plus some of my dreams ~ androgynous language dreams

the text’s so rich

a collage text made by Kathy Acker’s quotes and writings, and a few phrases of my own. Source material: Sylvere Lotringer “Devoured by Myths,” Semiotext(e), 1991 + Kathy Acker interview with R.U. Sirius 

October 28, November 11 2012


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