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Kinterova Jednotka a postnatura

By samotař, 15 September 2017

Upsych316a Universal Psychiatric Church

By Samotar, 6 July 2017

Za teorií poznání (radostný nekrolog), Bohuslav Blažek

By miloš vojtěchovský, 9 April 2017

On the Transmutation of Species

By miloš vojtěchovský, 27 March 2017

CYBERPOSITIVE, Sadie Plant a Nick Land

By samotař, 2 March 2017

Ivan Illich: Ticho jako obecní statek

By samotař, 18 February 2017

Thomas Berry:Ekozoická éra

By samotař, 8 December 2016

Best a Basta době uhelné

By samotař, 31 October 2016

Hledání hlasu řeky Bíliny

By samotař, 23 September 2016

Bratrstvo

By samotař, 1 September 2016

Anima Mundi Revisited

By miloš vojtěchovský, 28 June 2016

Simon A. Levin: The Evolution of Ecology

By samotař, 21 June 2016

Jan Hloušek: Uranové město

By samotař, 31 May 2016

Manifest The Dark Mountain Project

By Samotar, 3 May 2016

Pokus o popis jednoho zápasu

By samotar, 29 April 2016

Nothing worse or better can happen

By Ewa Jacobsson, 5 April 2016

Jared Diamond - Easter's End

By , 21 February 2016

W. H. Auden: Journey to Iceland

By , 9 February 2016

Jussi Parikka: The Earth

By Slawomír Uher, 8 February 2016

Co číhá za humny? neboli revoluce přítomnosti

By Miloš Vojtěchovský, 31 January 2016

Red Sky: The Eschatology of Trans

By Miloš Vojtěchovský, 19 January 2016

Towards an Anti-atlas of Borders

By , 20 December 2015

Pavel Mrkus - KINESIS, instalace Nejsvětější Salvátor

By Miloš Vojtěchovský, 6 December 2015

Tváře/Faces bez hranic/Sans Frontiers

By Miloš Vojtěchovský, 29 November 2015

Na Zemi vzhůru nohama

By Alena Kotzmannová, 17 October 2015

Upside-down on Earth

By Alena Kotzmannová, 17 October 2015

Images from Finnmark (Living Through the Landscape)

By Nicholas Norton, 12 October 2015

Czech Radio on Frontiers of Solitude

By Samotar, 10 October 2015

Langewiese and Newt or walking to Dlouhá louka

By Michal Kindernay, 7 October 2015

Notice in the Norwegian newspaper „Altaposten“

By Nicholas Norton, 5 October 2015

Interview with Ivar Smedstad

By Nicholas Norton, 5 October 2015

Iceland Expedition, Part 2

By Julia Martin, 4 October 2015

Closing at the Osek Monastery

By Michal Kindernay, 3 October 2015

Iceland Expedition, Part 1

By Julia Martin, 3 October 2015

Finnmarka a kopce / The Hills of Finnmark

By Vladimír Merta, 2 October 2015

Workshop with Radek Mikuláš/Dílna s Radkem Mikulášem

By Samotářka Dagmar, 26 September 2015

Já, Doly, Dolly a zemský ráj

By Samotar, 23 September 2015

Up to the Ore Mountains

By Michal, Dagmar a Helena Samotáři , 22 September 2015

Václav Cílek and the Sacred Landscape

By Samotář Michal, 22 September 2015

Picnic at the Ledvice waste pond

By Samotar, 19 September 2015

Above Jezeří Castle

By Samotar, 19 September 2015

Cancerous Land, part 3

By Tamás Sajó, 18 September 2015

Ledvice coal preparation plant

By Dominik Žižka, 18 September 2015

pod hladinou

By Dominik Žižka, 18 September 2015

Cancerous Land, part 2

By Tamás Sajó, 17 September 2015

Cancerous Land, part 1

By Tamás Sajó, 16 September 2015

Offroad trip

By Dominik Žižka, 16 September 2015

Ekologické limity a nutnost jejich prolomení

By Miloš Vojtěchovský, 16 September 2015

Lignite Clouds Sound Workshop: Days I and II

By Samotar, 15 September 2015

Walk from Mariánské Radčice

By Michal Kindernay, 12 September 2015

Mariánské Radčice and Libkovice

By Samotar, 11 September 2015

Most - Lake, Fish, algae bloom

By Samotar, 8 September 2015

Monday: Bílina open pit excursion

By Samotar, 7 September 2015

Duchcov II. - past and tomorrow

By Samotar, 6 September 2015

Duchcov II.

By Samotar, 6 September 2015

Arrival at Duchcov I.

By Samotar, 6 September 2015

Norway

Nothing worse or better can happen

Posted by
Ewa Jacobsson

photo: Vladimír Turner, Komořany

1.

Nothing worse or better can happen.

One can only crawl down. The black stone which is mixed with mould and soil from the landslide and smells of erosion, stone, chill, damp, and there one can lie down.

The cheek against the cold, and the light above cannot move. It is searching to penetrate deeper, for slits and wedges in the massive stone dust that followed the slide.

Then one may first sleep and then experience the growing cold and then death.

2.

A glimpse of an incision between the shoulder-blades, in against the muscles at the rib-bones, and over the heart muscle´s system and veins: The heart has forgotten to answer, it lies quietly and pumps, another state, another condition in the faintness which sweeps down over it, like the stone dust which now covers all of the rounded opening to the open fields up there;

the fields that sway in half-daylight the trees that bend and rise, the wind forces them to let go, and presses the dark dust over the new gap, the crater which opened up, suddenly

An old wound in this wide open territory, only trees and fields and some ancient drains and ditching and dams, cool leaning ridges withour habitat; but the damage gave way in a three-day rain and the eruption was momentous, no warning.

3.

Why does a [man][someone] slide under stone and earth, with coiled, entangled meshes of vein threads from grass and a few bushes?

[She] falls downward, equally in pace with stone, gravel and forms of roots; dry sand liberated after one hundred years of enclosure, dust falls, like a frisky playful gesture, over the falling [man].

Straight down it goes, fifteen or twenty meters, a round crater with vertical walls, and [she] gets on her feet down there, above her it is still sliding and moving, it sounds, in rumbles and like siskins

black-brown smoke hovers up there, compact like night fog, and [she] cannot see if she sees. [she] shuts her eyes, hard, and looks again, but the density above her moves, a heavy swell of darkness

one can only lie down, one´s cheek against the chilly stone and soil, the cold this deep down, this, the mine’s lungs and domain, it breaks out from below.

4.

“Was there a mine here?” [she] asks, when everything, at once and suddenly, turns silent.

The wind above cannot find a slit or an area of transparence with openings where the sound can sift down; one can hear one thing only: the intense noise of one´s head and eventually, when [he] is getting colder, when his body´s weakness spreads [he] hears his heart and pulse, they talk and talk.

5.

It could be, that down here, here, the city that was mowed and dug down is pumping, relics of buildings and flakes of crushed walls in colours, with plaster work, iron gates and ornaments which circled a beautiful garden or at the top of a house, is this alive?

Everything ripples like subsoil water toward [her] still and quiet body and the consciousness makes free with hardness, or lightness.”

· on the city which was dug underground and became one with the mine’s domain.

· on subsoil water which is filled with what? and enclosed under earth

· on man’s history which moves higher and higher up in the atmosphere and deeper and deeper down in earth.

A thickening dense condition

We do not know what we are doing.

Ewa Jacobsson 2016

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