Micropoetry + Curatorial Monologues

During a rock concert, the building was rapidly consumed by flames. Some did not attempt to escape; instead, they helped others get out, until they could no longer breathe. One rocker, in particular, managed to save five people before inhaling so much smoke that he collapsed to the ground.The survivors—along with many others—arrived at a hospital that, due to corruption, lacked the basic resources needed for emergency situations. Those who had been rescued ended up dying, which only compounded the tragedy.The concert sent shockwaves throughout the entire country and its diaspora. During the communist dictatorship, rock music had been banned; even after the 1990s, the community of rock fans remained small—many had been forced to emigrate—yet new generations continued to enjoy the music at sporadic concerts, which drew attendees from every corner of the nation.In the aftermath of the tragedy, the public reaction was disastrous: religious figures appearing on television blamed the musicians and the concertgoers, claiming that a rock concert was "the work of the devil." An absurdly foolish interpretation of the performing band’s lyrics was put forward; it was clear that whoever translated them seemed to be living in an entirely different dimension.Ten years later, the matter remains unresolved: religious leaders continue their attacks, building codes still fail to meet necessary safety standards, and hospitals remain ill-prepared for emergencies of this kind.The overarching question remains whether or not it was an accident. Given how the media and television portrayed the rock fans, I would argue that it was a criminal act against musicians and poets—perpetrated by individuals who despise those who wear black lipstick or dress in black. This highlights the fact that trauma is a social issue that must be addressed. Yet, that same society has no qualms about resorting to Botox or silicone, or seeking redemption through money.The event brought together exceptional individuals—in many cases, friends—who possessed a human quality entirely lacking in the official religious establishment.

What is horror?It can be life itself, or rather, life is more terrifying without basic rights or autonomy.More horror than total survival is having it all and being so selfish and immature that you only create and feel void around you.

Finally got a job referral, but it’s for a position that requires working in Danish and Chinese... it’s probably a joke, since I don’t speak either language.I have IT interviews in my sleep...would prefer to dream something erotic...but the work situation is invading dreams. No pleasure, just answering questions.

Nada de levitación esta noche, solo pequeños pasos hacia la cima de las colinas, entre dolor y sangre, pero con los auriculares puestos para rebajar la intensidad.

Immigrant story by Toni Mir

Fragment from the book El Malestar de las Ciudades by Jorge Dioni Lopez

Por lo general, es poco probable que alguien desee quitarse la vida. Que tal posibilidad o escenario cruce por la mente de una persona suele ser consecuencia de una larga cadena de rechazo social o estar relacionado con problemas como el desempleo, la falta de vivienda, las deudas o las adicciones. Todos estos son problemas para el individuo que ya no encuentra soluciones; sin embargo, vivimos en un entramado social que, si funciona adecuadamente, puede salvar vidas: esa es la esencia de convivir en un entorno positivo.Cuando uno de nosotros ya no logra percibir la belleza, los demás simplemente pueden ayudar.

We rarely speak about this; regrettably, it remains a social taboo, even when it´s an emergency, in fact.Suicide affects us all, and I do not believe there is anyone who has not had a friend or family member lose their life in this way; therefore, we must address the issue, since we have the means to prevent it.There is no reason for people to lose their lives when we operate within a framework of inclusive planning and can offer support through personalized strategies, thereby helping them find some beauty, or in the majority of cases simply be there, as no one else is.Generally, it is unlikely that someone would wish to take their own life. The fact that such a possibility or scenario crosses a person's mind is usually the result of a long chain of social rejection or is linked to issues such as unemployment, homelessness, debt, or addiction. These are all problems for the individual who can no longer see a solution; however, we live within a social fabric that—if functioning properly—can save lives. That is the essence of living together in a positive environment.When one of us can no longer perceive beauty, others can simply step in to help. Life is wonderful and stimulating within a supportive proximity, or at least with less disturbance.In one year of repetitive asking for help, the AI will bring an algorithm that supports your ¨interest¨, and even has special groups who hunt online. A call for help, in an inclusive, technologized communication, should never reach such a target. We socialize to bring comfort, not the reverse.

Book review: El Malestar de las Ciudades by Jorge Dioni Lopez.

Conceptual manifestation in the lack of perfectionist aesthetics.Underground philosophy has nothing to do with redemption. It is the starting point of inclusive philosophy.Poets have conveyed a mindset of equity for millennia and maintain that intelligent life is found in any environment, pointing to a process of natural development. Even if the environment is shit, one's personality can turn into a diamond.