La lotería es una añagaza del capitali$mo.
Klub Desert (Brno, República Checa)
Martes, 3 de abril de 2007
Tuesday, April 3rd 2007
Este es el blog de Shit Happening, proyecto de literatura libre, gratuita y sin intermediarios. Plasmando mis textos en lugares tan innobles como los lavabos públicos pretendo dignificar el soporte y comunicarme íntima y directamente con los lectores.
Mujeres con cara de lobo enfurruñado.
Las miradas tristes, los ojos claros.
El Este y sus cielos de acero, sus calles atravesadas por el hierro de los tranvías.
En el centro hay McDonalds, Zaras, H&Ms y Kentucky Fried Chicken.
El Este ha hecho realidad sus sueños de Oeste.
Al Oeste le han nacido hijos tras los telones del Este.
Hay borrachos en las esquinas cuyas miradas se pierden en mundos que ya no existen.
Bar Pinocchio, residencia de estudiantes Manesovy (Brno, República Checa)
Martes, 3 de abril de 2007
THE EAST
The East and its army of defeated men.
Women with angry wolves faces.
Sad looks, clear-coloured eyes.
The East and its skies of steel, its streets crossed by the iron of tramways.
Downtown, there are McDonalds, Zaras, H&Ms and Kentucky Fried Chicken.
The East has achieved its dreams of the West.
New babies for the West have been born behind the East’s curtains.
There are winos on the corners whose looks get lost in worlds that no longer exist.
Pinocchio Bar, Manesovy Hall of Residence (
Tuesday, April 3rd 2007
THE SHIT HAPPENING PROJECT MANIFEST
A toilet is a place where we go in order to get rid of what’s spare in us, something that lies inside, struggling to get out. It cannot keep on hiding within our bowels, it must be thrown out and exposed to light. Stagnant words give stomach cramps. The Shit Happening is a literary tool so they can flow from my body onto toilet doors, so they’ll remain at sight of those who, at that very moment, are getting rid of other uncomfortable elements. The Shit Happening project is meant to bring literature, supposedly lofty words, to the most ignoble places in our society, that is, the loos. It is a gift, an act of freedom, of democracy. And an author’s challenge. When nobody buys your talent, you may as well throw it down the drain. Don’t forget to flush.