{"id":8526,"date":"2020-04-15T10:46:00","date_gmt":"2020-04-15T10:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/inprogress.theflyingcarpet.it\/?p=8526"},"modified":"2021-12-01T18:31:24","modified_gmt":"2021-12-01T18:31:24","slug":"social-dreaming-matrix-15-aprile-2020","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theflyingcarpet.it\/it\/2020\/04\/15\/social-dreaming-matrix-15-aprile-2020\/","title":{"rendered":"I SOGNI AL TEMPO DEL COVID 19"},"content":{"rendered":"
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April 15th 2020: 6 weeks from the beginning of the lockdown<\/h3>\n\u201cA game of Shanghai sticks to extract one by one, knowing that if I make a mistake I lose everything.\u201d

\n\n\u201cA woman’s face of classical beauty breaks down into fragments, like in a Picasso painting\u201d

\n\n\u201cA pair of glasses suddenly shatters in fragments, a motorcycle crumbles in pieces in a parking lot, a cell phone breaks in my hands.\u201d\n

\n\u201cI take a taxi with an outraged angry man, I get out of the taxi but lose my suitcases, I ask two girls for help, they show me the way to the subway but to get there I have to cross a deep forest.\u201d\n

\n\u201cI\u2019m searching for an old beach I loved, I want to show the beach to my grand-daughter, but I cannot find it.\u201d\n

\n\u201cI have to go back to Milan because of the virus, I take a motorbike but peo-ple look at me in a strange way, I park the motorbike that falls apart, I have to look for another means of transport, I am at the train station parking lot, I look for a taxi, the taxi gets on the train, the train into a ferry, I feel I\u2019m trap-ped in Chinese boxes.\u201d\n

\n\u201cA Swiss friend plays electronic music, the sounds is like the sea waves, reminds me of the whales\u2019 song.\u201d\n

\n\u201cI watch a movie about Switzerland, 8 soldiers walk together with 8 clowns dressed up like birds.\u201d\n

\n\u201cA square in the mountain at the chairlift\u2019s arrival, I\u2019m in front of a building with huge windows, it\u2019s late at night, dark, where can I go? I see a small window in the floor highlighting a dining room, there in a party downstairs with many people happily drinking, I\u2019m scared by this gathering.\u201d\n

\n\u201cI lost my phone and wallet at the San Siro stop of the Milan Metro, I have to go home but I don’t know what to do, I ask a woman and she points to the 3 Torri (3 Towers) stop, I think that looking from this side the curved tower looks more curved than usual.\u201d\n

\n\u201cI am at the seaside, alone, but I can\u2019t see the sea, I take a small path and arrive in front of a gigantic Roman EUR-style building, inside the building there are no rooms but niches full of people clinging to each other, cheering, drinking, loud music\u2026\u201d\n

\n\u201cA big and beautiful house, is dinner time, I slip away with friends, we arrive at an amusement park full of weird people, a headless sphinx, a concert, I have to get out of here.\u201d<\/em>\n

\nThe Social Dreaming Matrix of April 15th 2020, the third meeting of our cy-cle of \u201cDreams at the time of COVID 19\u201d, portrays a deformed, fragmented world of broken things which is hard to keep together. The dreams depict a game of Shanghai sticks to extract one by one, but if I make a mistake I lose everything; a classic woman’s face breaks into fragments like in a Picasso\u2019s painting, a pair of glasses breaks into fragments, a motorcycle shatters in a parking lot, a cell phone breaks in hands. In the dreams we walk in a city whose streets no longer recognize, we get lost, everything that was familiar seems odd and different now, the subway stops are hidden into deep for-ests; we look for the beaches we loved in the past but we can’t find them anymore; the usual means of transport are embedded one into another, a taxi inside a train on the top of a ferry, and the journey at the end is impos-sible. We switch from one train to another, leave a party that is too crowded and find ourselves in a surreal amusement park with cracked faces and huge feet caryatids, like images of a Fellini\u2019s movie. We get lost in the land-scape, we don\u2019t know where we are, we ask for directions to strange char-acters difficult to trust, a blond kid with blue eyes is suspected to be the son of a murderer, a harmless old woman asks a strange electrician to screw in a giant light bulb. \nIs a world of huge gigantic buildings reminiscent to the Roman EUR neighborhood, old cinemas with wooden benches, and inside those scaring constructions the rooms are overcrowded with jubilant people whose cheer-fulness sounds threatening. Is a world at the eve of a tsunami, where all the rules are broken and the image of power is evoked by the face of the Italian politician Matteo Renzi slyly laughing among the general bewilderment. \nThe journey is a research into the unknown that reminds to the Ulysses\u2019 journey to Ithaca, the pace guided by the song of the whales capturing the passing by sailors; but reminding also to Switzerland, an apparently orderly peaceful world which hides under the surface oddly surprises, eight soldiers walking together with eight clowns dressed as birds.\nIn such a distorted, cracking down world the wondrous overlaps with the ter-rible, the persons we meet along the way take on a shadow aspect; howe-ver, in such a dystopic world the humans are again the main protagonists, claiming back the centre of the stage.

\nThe only representative of the animal world is now the whale, both a mam-mal and a fish, inhabitant the depths of the sea and rising with a backlash to the sky, symbol of death and rebirth, introspection and solitude. The song of the whales is at the same time fascinating and terrible, and like in the Moby Dick novel the whale evokes the perennial struggle of man at the border of destruction and rebirth.

\nAt the end of the session a powerful image takes form, the fascinating ima-ge of a dance of transformation, similar to the Japanese butoh dance and like the “glacial tango\u201d danced by the inhabitants of Wuhan at the reopening of the city.

\nWas it a dance of ghosts or a dance of rebirth? The answer remains open. In such a fragmented world, deformed in proportions, the biggest danger is the relationship with \u201cthe others\u201d, who are at the same time helpful resour-ces and wild enemies, with whom is still impossible to establish a contact.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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