Written live
Texts that only happen once.
In a Live Writing session we let the collective voice flow, passing the keyboard around to build one text together — a text that connects us and takes everyone somewhere none of us would have reached alone.
every night
a book is born
and dies
in this roomClub Cronopios · Barcelona, 2015
Go on,
be brave.
Or be a coward.
Come. Either way. Come.Club Cronopios · Barcelona, 2015
The palate is the sky
of your voice,
the ceiling you want
to shatter.Club Cronopios · Barcelona, 2015
Everything passes,
even this text…
even the chance
to loveClub Cronopios · Barcelona, 2015
Your thought
is a valve
with no escapeClub Cronopios · Barcelona, 2015
The time we are given
only looks like plenty
until there is
none leftGalería Mutuo · Barcelona, 2015
The founding text
The cursor is the heartbeat.
The cursor is the heartbeat,
the voice in whispers,
the thought
getting ready
to summon the blood
and set it on its way
through veins and throats,
and from the mind
to coax out the mystery
and turn it into
sentence,
exclamation,
story.
Be welcome
to the freedom of writing,
to living writing,
to writing live.
Write, damn you,
write. Galería de Arte Mutuo · Barcelona, 2015
This was written live, as an opening, in a gallery in Barcelona in 2015. It arrived as an opening, the first thing that appeared on the wall that night, and became a manifesto later.
Ten years later the cursor became the symbol of the discipline. The image arrived before the meaning, which is roughly how everything here has worked.