A Global Model for Kicking. The Next Exhibition at Atlas Sztuki
Eight billion. Certainly well over a billion glances glued to the ball. A lot. Football statisticians are not enough, we need anthropologists and historians of civilization who can observe the changes lasting decades to guess where the symbolic chain will lead us, on which the whole spectacular ritual in Qatar dangles like a keychain.
One day it will be listed as one of the symptoms of the solstice, shifting attention beyond the horizons established in the 20th century.
Not only the ice shelves in the far north are crumbling and starting to drift, they are sailing to unknown centres of attention anchored since the 19th century in Europe. In addition to the "global supply chains" that we are so worried about, there are also chains of meaning. The latter decide the former, they form the key nodes of the network in which we live.
Sooner than we think we will see a huge exhibition inside The City, let's say in Tate Modern, on which these African poorballs will appear as real models of the liberal utopia of globalization.
Still literature? What is this literature for?
Because only she can save Qatar (although there is no end in sight yet).
Qatar doesn't know about it, FIFA has it in the nose. Let it stay that way.
Only in the story can you imagine that despite all the sponsorship agreements, advertising contracts, despite the media ritualized furious competition, someone will send someone a text message. Probably in the middle of the night, in the noise of ventilation. Someone will send it to someone else. Everyone is shaking in the network of connections today, it's no problem. And after a few days of such partisan, chaotic, From the stick Correspondence somewhere on the sidelines, away from freshly laid lawns, empty paths for runners and cyclists, press centres, somewhere where skyscrapers do not seem so tall and no one has ever hung a single advertising banner from the creation of the world, somewhere on the edge of the desert they will start playing.
Who, with whom, who against whom - it will be established as it is done for everyone Backyards World, in a few seconds. Playing on the sand, playing with the locals is not a professional game, it's just a normal haratanina in the ball. Let's say, twice for ten minutes, because the atmosphere does its own thing. That's enough for a start.
The rest will be done by football statisticians, its professional singers and experts. No photos, only words, gossip, legend, literature. Allegedly New Testaments They start with a word.