Death as a Human Right

The beauty of freedom contains unpronounceable atrocities

What a day!

Who knows why they had to die?

The freedom to live contains the duty to kill.

Loebbus Woods, Manifesto 1992

Architecture and war are not incompatible. Architecture is war. War is architecture.

I am at war with my times, with history, with all authority that resides in fixed and frightened forms. I am one of millions who do not fit in, who have no home, no family, no doctrine, no form place to call my own, no known beginning or end, no sacred or primordial site.

I declare war on all icons and finalities, on all histories that would chain me with my own falseness, my own pitiful fears. I know only moments, and lifetimes that are as moments, and forms that appear with infinite strength, then melt into air.

I am an architect, a constructor of worlds, a sensualist who worships the darkening sky. I cannot know your name, nor can you know mine.

Tomorrow, we begin together the construction of a city

Good 50×70 – War – 2007

http://good50×70.org/2007/

Democracy

There’s no escape.

The big pricks are out.

They’ll fuck everything in sight.

Watch your back.

- Harold Pinter Februrary 2003

Reporter

half of the population

so they can help and deliver

go to school

identifying with the aggressor

unable to protect the children

Poem by Yehudah Amichai

‘God takes pity on kindergartners,
Less so on the schoolchildren,
And will no longer pity their elders,
Leaving them to their own,
And sometimes they will have to crawl on all fours,
Through the burning sand,
To reach the casualty station,
Bleeding.’

Tastes of Revolution

Three Cohiba Siglo VI cigars

One bottle of Vodka Stolichnaya

Potatoes and more potatoes

The smell of gunpowder, the cries of children

Red as blood