I REMEMBER THE DAY I WAS TOLD THERE WAS NO SANTA CLAUS AND MY MOM INVITEDME TO ENTER HER ROOM AS SHE WRAPPED ALL THE GIFTS. I WRAPPED ALL MY STUFF ONSATURDAY. A GIFT WITH EXPIRATION DATE. A LUKEWARM SCENE FULL OF GLITTER ANDFANTASY. I ALSO BELIEVED IN UNICORNS; I NEVER SAW THEM BUT IT DOES NOT MEAN I’MNOT GOING TO SEE THEM OUT THERE SOMEDAY.

FUN-ME. IMPERATIVE.

MAYBE FUN-ME WILL ARISE IF YOU FORMULATE THE FAIR QUESTIONS. AND THEN I CAN JUST HAVE FUN ALONE. FOR THAT WE ARE BORN AND DIE ALONE, BLABLA? NO, STUPID. FUN JUST BECAUSE I CAME IN AND OUT OF EVERYONE, SO I HAVE BEEN POLLINATING AND NOW I DRINK MY JELLY. THE QUESTIONS CAN INQUIRE THROUGH THE SITE OF LOVE OR FROM THE TOUCH IN ART. OR THE NEED TO GUESS THE PARTY THAT COUNTERS THE OBSCENITY OF WHAT IS MECHANICAL BENEATH ALL, IN A POST-PORN LANDSCAPE. ART CAN MAKE THAT CUT, TAKE THINGS TO ANOTHER LEVEL. SUSPENDING THEM. IT CAN AND SHOULD BE THE JET THAT GETS A WORLD HIGH. JET FROM A SOURCE HATCHED FROM YOU, NYMPHS. OR THROWN BY A HUGE WHALE. A GUSH, LIKE THE PUFF OF A DEMON THAT HAMMOCKS IN A HOUSE THAT HAS NO FUTURE; BUT HORNEY. THAT TRANSMUTE, EROTICIZED IN THE TRIGGERING OF EVENTS AND WORKS THAT IN FRICTION GENERATE INCLUSIVE PERFORMANCES.

WASN’T THIS ABOUT HAVING FUN? ARTISTS STOP AT FETISHES, SHOWN IN ITS UNREALITY BECAUSE THEY WALK ON THE AMBIVALENCE OF WHAT IS SATIRICAL AND MAY AS WELL ACT AS SATYRS, OR ALSO MARK A DEPARTURE WHEN PACKAGING THE INVENTORY OF THE EXISTENCE, INCORPORATING THE ENVELOPE THAT REPRESENTS A WORK TO DISINTEGRATE IT WITH SHINNY LASER GUNS.

THE EXPLICIT HUSTLE, A ROAD WITH NO ALIBIS TO INTEGRATE BODY AND SENSES IS TO SURRENDER TO EROTIC POSSESSIONS. IT IS SAID THAT THIS ARRIVED AT THE OLYMPUS AS AN ENIGMATIC TOY ATTACHED TO THE BODY OF A BIRD THAT FED DELIRIUM. ACCORDING TO THIS IDEA, ROBERTO CALASSO NOTES, IS IT THAT SOCRATES SPOKE TO FEDRO ABOUT HOW THROUGH “JUST RAVING” YOU CAN ACHIEVE “FREEDOM OF EVIL.” OR, WE COULD ADD, THE SATISFACTION THAT COMES FROM THE DEMAND OF HAVING FUN IN THE PRESENT - MAXIMUM PORTION OF THE FUTURE AT OUR REACH - RAISES.

TEXT: JUAN BATALLA