Sohelp us Harmattan – you’re gonna spit ink, I’m gonna write:
my ID wanders peacefully through the magnificent fields of organization,
through scattered guidelines and items,
from steel institutions to sound installations,
from residences and workshops to sophisticated expertise,
from Odeon to odes… Oh, yes
I’m aware, the hand of poetry will catch me someday.
I don’t care, the sycophants are in heaven and hell.
I think to myself, the clouds are not to blame for my personal affairs.
PT, INRI, CV, IBAN, UVA, PIN, WC, PC, PS, CTRL, PH…
the beauty and meaning of words are abnormally endless.
While I think with my finger on the keyboard, the background draws itself.
I constructively hammer in nails, lo and behold, the edges stick out.
The handyman is resolute: “Technology solves everything!”
Dammit, Prometheus, I determine the meaning of the edges myself!
Forget my cloudy cognitions, the storm of ideas, the accumulation of diagnoses, and the thunder of fear,
the surges of apathy, the low pressure of empathy,
the drought of passion, the whirlwinds of will, and unstable decisions…
Curse you and your cutting-edge tools!
My typewriter does not understand anything at all, it stares at me blankly, well,shove a cloud in its heart.
Text: Amela Frankl
Proof-reading: Martina Fryda-Kaurimsky
Translation: Ljiljana Culjak
Photography of work: Boris Cvjetanović
The production of the exhibited works was funded by the Ministry of Culture and Media of the Republic of Croatia