Six staggering

1. Exlaim my house!

Olga Zhitlina-Bomb-Put: I'm sorry that she hadn't answered for a long time

I haven't forgotten you, I just have an irregular connection

More precisely, not a connection

Access to the electric

The day before yesterday I felt that I could no longer live at home and went to live outside. Love does not fit into the apartment.

Anastasia Ryabova from under the blanket: a friend has no house and he spent the night on the floor at night.

But we had nothing, because the preposition of the meeting was designated as the lack of an overnight stay.

OZH-B-U: tried to live in one abandoned palace

There are higher ceilings and spacious halls for balls, but there is crowded there.

Aripo: About my love, Olya, I am even scared to think, the flash begins

Exlaim my house

Shantal Akerman remember?

He came, and I felt that the house would explode now.

The abandoned palace sounds good ...

Harvesting with monuments, because people in the rocks are half -naked.

I can’t work without love, that’s what I understood, and when love comes, the work collapses.

Star Prospekt is my favorite ruin.

OZH-B-U: Who is this star intended?

Aripo: Of course, to him.

I recently woke up in the country, smoked a cigarette and decided to settle in a barrel. I felt like a man.

OZH-B-U: Star-is it for viewing from above or for passage from the inside?

Aripo: She is for feelings and ideas.

(It seems to me that now we are also a little winding up a little.)

OZH-B-U: Remember what happened when the unbridled Samson woke up?

What about your house?

Aripo: The headquarters is standing, the time goes on, renting is dripping, the throne is free.

OZH-B-U: You know, somehow in Moscow, during a walk in a garbage dump near the house of my relatives, I found a throne. I had to ask the whole company, the cultural attache of Austria, the artist Arseny Zhilyaev and several more people to carry this throne throughout Moscow in the direction of Andrei Parshikov, and he changed the deployment all evening. So the throne traveled for many hours throughout the city between cars, visitors to exhibitions and parties, passers -by, until at night he was finally dragged along the narrow staircase to the fourth floor of the constructivist house near the American embassy.

Aripo: Is there a photo?

OZH-B-U: No, it was a spontaneous drift without documentation.

Aripo: I recently woke up in the country, smoked a cigarette and decided to settle in a barrel. I felt like a man.

What did you do with him in the end?

Lie in him?

There is a throne - there is no need - take it, yes, live, sit and rule.

OZH-B-U: The throne was delivered to Andrei (no one had doubts that it was he who was in dire need of a throne or a throne in it). And everyone sweated and heroically dragged him.

2. Trading city

Aripo: To love, you need a house,

To die, you need a house,

To walk without pants, you need a house.

OZH-B-U: The mysterious urban artist D. Borodulin put this quote from one of the epigraphs for the third release of the Utopian news agency .

The second epigraph was from Bremen musicians:

Our carpet is a flower clearing

Our walls are pine giants

Our roof is a blue sky

etc.

Maybe the Star Avenue could be laid only by the tramp and homeless procession, as at the end of the “three -sided opera”?

We tried to resolve the contradiction between the need to have a house in order to normally socialize, and nomadic utopia. It was based on the assumption that the necessity of the house is imposed on the economic, social and physical reality of the city - such as we know it. And the nomadic idyll is associated with a free bosom, not belonging to nature. But in the modern world it remains less and less, so we tried to imagine a city in which life without a home is possible and convenient. I am trying to correlate these speculative ideas with my current homelessness, with a sudden impulse to leave home, with the feeling that life does not fit into the city grid, does not fit into its rhythm. But it's all dirty, cold and dangerous. Imagine stupidly pissing during the day - a problem. Often not allowed. Constant wandering around the places where it is warm or can fall into food, the ability to charge the phone, as on a leash. Charging is the most important. He no longer works like a phone, only the Internet remains in it. I could never again answer the call or call someone, I am not even saying anymore, but so far I can write. I am so the anti -the most important danger of vagrancy - dumb. Like Nikita from the "Potudan River" or as in the cycle "Long" composer Rannev. But at the same time, you know, myaging homelessness is weathered and inspired. This is a recognition and call to lose the house to all loved ones at once. This is the struggle between rolling into the crevice of non -metabolic and numbness and giving new pores in urban space, as in your "Star Prospekt", through the houses and walls of the city. What do you think, maybe his failure in Moscow is connected with the fact that you chose the wrong allies? Maybe the Star Avenue could be laid only by the tramp and homeless procession, as at the end of the “three -sided opera”?

Aripo: I am against houses. “Let it be three hundred and sixty -five rooms in it,” Signor Monetty ordered, “one for every day. And twelve floors - one for each month of the year. And fifty -two stairs - one for each week of the year. And let all this be made of coins, I see? "

OZH-B-U :) ))))

And Olga Forsh - she lived in a disk, the house of arts in the year of birth, the house of art - describes in the “crazy ship”, the novel about this house and its temporary inhabitants, as from the rooms of writers, are annex in favor of the proletariat and they come up with the situation from the books: “... writers prone to literary associations even at their last death hour seemed like furniture, as if furniture, as if furniture, seemed like furniture, seemed like furniture. As in the famous story of Maupassant, she flew out of the rooms on foot. <...> The devastated writers, obeying without a struggle, were already working on how they would sleep on many -dimensional classics, dinner at the encyclopedia or sit on contemporaries with an autograph. "

From the partisan there is no physical body for nuclear technologies and artificial intelligence.

Aripo: Star Prospekt cannot have a failure, this is his trick. This is not an effective solution to problems, this is a problem in itself. And the problem has no problem. Ha ha.

Just as, having given the poor to the beggar, you will not solve the problem, but the society of the poor is a utopian society.

OZH-B-U: Society "In Luxurious Poverty, In Mighty Powns"

Or the Order of the poor painters ...

Or maybe the star avenue is already laid by city parasites, pigeons, cockroaches, rats?

What do our friends, researchers of the city fauna say about this?

"Star Prospekt" in Italy

Aripo: Rather, partisans. Recently, Budraitkis gave an excellent lecture, part of the cycle "Movement of a long night"

Talked about the theory of partisan Karl Schmidt

He writes in direct text

He writes a very inspiring thing.

From the "height" of the 1960s, he affirms the death of the traditional type of partisan-armed with pitchfork and axes outside the regular army. He writes: "The dead jump quickly, and if they are motorized, then they move even faster."

And then he begins to write about the future partisan. And it turns out that there is no physical body from it for nuclear technologies and artificial intelligence. It turns out that only the core remains, which goes beyond the borders of the war and becomes an artist. Such a design about a person in the city.

But I must say that Alex once still wrote :

“The roads penetrate the mountains, cutting off the excess crossed terrain. They are designed to smooth out the fractals of the fjords, they compensate for the irrational desire of matter endlessly repeating themselves on different scale. ”

So they encountered-art, nature, war and walls ... hehe-heh.

OZH-B-U: The problem has no problem !!!))))) This will soon be about me if I can’t wash myself for a week!

Urbanists are always trying to/redo the city so that it becomes convenient, safe, affordable, etc., patch holes, correct the imperfections of urban planning. I like that the city is a springboard in Starzdny Prospekt. He cultivates not a contented city dweller, but the Akrobata citizen, Romeo turns into a Mercity-Partmaker, makes a somersault-mortale and, jumping over the walls and guards, flies out the window to Juliet, she already has children, she is on the diet, her husband in the toilet, she needs to be quickly dumped, but the route has been laid out, the private and public spaces managed to merge in a short time kiss.

3. Hands in shorts

Aripo: Where are you now?

And most importantly, with whom and how?

Do not answer where are you. Tell me how you are now and with whom? "Where" is already unimportant.

OZH-B-o: We are in line

We are waiting for the soup

Overnight

There are fights

Aripo: How many people are there in the room and who is mainly there?

OZH-B-U: There are not so many today

Aripo: What does the nightnage smell like?

OZH-B-U: On the Square near Dostoevsky

Here they give out soup

Aripo: delicious? )))

OZH-B-U: Hot

Aripo: I see. Can you have sex there? What is homeless love?

Love is not to live under one roof, but, on the contrary, is to leave home.

OZh-b-y: I didn't sleep there

Volunteers

Bring the soup

Aripo: Maybe this is a passion not burdened with everyday life? Love for which there is no place in society ... so crazy ...

*There is no place in the city.

OZH-B-o: I go to sleep in the cinema for all daytime sessions

gave the passage to the fest

And I walk around the city at night

I fry food on eternal heat

Aripo: Beautiful life.

OZH-B-U: I ate the soup and went into the subway.

There is warm. I am defrosting.

I used to think that it was necessary to rebuild at home so that they could coexist with a variety of alliances. Architect Samat Mambetshaev and I even came up with a project of a house for the love of the future .

But now it began to seem to me that love was not to live under the same roof, but, on the contrary, to leave the house together.

Aripo: And tell me how your ideas collapsed. About what?

Polyamoria is another trick of a neoliberal economy, climbing deeper in our lives, and now putting his hands in his underpants.

OZH-B-U: They are not that they collapsed ... It's just that this drawn plan of the house from clear forms with straight angles ... It is most likely not at all. I began to capture his fragments in the houses where I visited, to grope his outlines in a dream. Once I dreamed of some kind of gloomy St. Petersburg squat in the attic of a building with a tower. A concentrated girl from the Far East lived in it, the tower was very small, the size of a dress. The windows were only upstairs. There was a podium from a dusty plywood, and on it a table and a chair, so that, climbing on it, you can sit under the windows. It is not clear where she slept, because nothing else was placed in the tower. Maybe in a landing box under the table? Or every evening I took everything out somewhere. The girl did not lose heart and was not distracted, she had a lot of things and plans. There were many more people in other rooms. Long oily hair, older men, older men. How many people lived there and how many rooms were, it was incomprehensible. P. said that sometimes she leaves here at night and it saves her. For some reason, we were naked there, but we did not notice this, until some bearded man began to photograph us on a film, and guys with dirty hair just stared. It began to strain, we lay on some dusty cardboard in the winding corridor and decided to hug to hide from the eyes. Probably, this was a polyamoria house ... Although, frankly, this word is packed up ... it became fashionable in St. Petersburg bohemian party a couple of years ago. But, in my opinion, this is another trick of a neoliberal economy, climbing deeper in our lives, and now putting his hands in his underpants. The whip of an upper-mine class and the deprivation of the last protection and stability of the Prekeria. Indeed, now an employee, burdened with family obligations and belief in a pension, is not as effective as the one who has free love and, possibly, several relationships at once, but not one will be connected with responsibility, not one will overshadow the omnipresent work. This is, as increased mobility, flexible graph, 24/7 connection, another new element of ideology and lifstail of a careerist traveling around the world. Family bonds are declared atavism steamed with social guarantees. It turns out that the love that we are trying to rescue from the impasse of the nuclear family immediately fall into a trap. Therefore, I poke in all the collapsing palaces, dusty apartments, wastelands of the square for a whole day, trying to find a loophole. Understand?

Nastya?

Are you here?

Aripo: No, not here. But I know for sure: the love that arose in the walls of the office will smash the work to smithereens very efficiently.

OZH-B-U: Or, conversely, will lead to an increase in efficiency due to the growth of affectivity))

Aripo: Fact, mistake, good night ... Hrrrrrr.

4. Temporary flag

Aripo: Ol, now listen to tell you about ...

OZH-B-U: I think I know him, he is a refugee? Also homeless.

We met in some European city in the fall.

Aripo: Yeah

He seems to have a house, but there are no firewood in the house.

We live together in a temporary house.

OZH-B-U: There was a 6-7 man-one musical group-everyone slept in the same small room on mattresses, and he was nailed to them.

OZH-B-U: He all his life is nailed to those who have temporary housing

In my opinion, he cannot in one place for a long time

Aripo: He has such a yeah.

OZH-B-U: I think, if this is the present, when it becomes warm, we must go to sleep together on the street

Aripo: I'll go draw ... I sit online ... Write if that

I will write too ...

OZh-b-o: Draw a track for me

Do you care about him or is he about you?

Aripo: both ...

OZH-B-U: He is young at all?

Aripo: 25 soon. I think to give ...

OZH-B-o: drawing? poster?

Aripo: The sun and stars?)) He will not save things.

OZH-B-U: Then a temporary flag.

Aripo: Gorgeous idea ...

If it squeezes with branches, turn into a stroke and shout.

5. Plans for the future

OZH-B-U: I dreamed that he also left the house and we live on the street together and that we have a mattress. He lies against the wall on the street. Autumn, already quite cold. Slush. Together on the mattress is cramped, but warm. The exhausted one -legged soldier is suitable. He begins to put a whole tired leg to us under the blanket. The leg is dirty, I feel disgust. “We need to warm up guys,” he says. True, it is necessary. Trying to move and get up. Then another, completely healthy, impudent. Without a shadow of embarrassment, it fits into my place, I have nowhere to go. And then their boss appears - a fat Chinese. Now - how to drink - our mattress, the only haven.

Aripo: I want to tell a dream too. But not your own.

Therefore, I’ll tell you what the book of the dead told me during fortune telling today.

“Sit blue. Do not look at the streets. Be them. If it squeezes with branches, turn into a stroke and shout. It will be great if you jump and turn to the north, so as not to fall asleep. ”

OZH-B-U: Beautiful

It looks like the poetry of the Sanych bum

Have you been guessing for a long time?

Aripo: Three years. I-jing.

OZH-B-U: But for three years and Zin is the average life expectancy of the homeless in St. Petersburg in frosts at least-20 degrees.

6. This is not the end