ALYTUS PSYCHIC STRIKE BIENNIAL #8: SA(N)CABA (SITUGEOGRAPHIC QUANTUMPILGRIMAGE FROM BOTOSANI TO ALINJA) AUGUST 10-31, 2019

ATTACK WHITE SUPREMACIST CULTURE!                                                    FIND AND AMPLIFY THE VOICES OF
REPRODUCTIVE, PRODUCTIVE AND DESTRUCTIVE WORKERS WHO ARE NOT IN UNIONS OR COUNCILS!           

ALL (IN)ORGANIC COMRADES UNITE!                                                                                            GAME THE SYSTEM!

ABRACADABRA-C  (Alytus Biennial Reversion into Abolition of Culture And Distribution of its Aberrant Bacillus Right Abroad – Committee)

ÐعM提п (former DAMTP - the DaðA Miners and Travailleuse Psychique) - workers union to disrupt the creation of cultural capital through regional and a national language

In 7PC (vulg. 2014) it was foretold that in five years the Lopătari (psychic strike) Biennale would take place, heralding the age of the Proletariat.

On August 10th DAMTP peregrines (following early [Karl] Marx to [Stewart] Home) started as car mechanics in Bucharest; later then they became proletarian psycho-signallers in Săpoca; afternoon they spend reconciling dead workers with global tectonic movements in Scortoasa (Berca); and late night ended as critical critics in Lopătari. Then there they got incredible countryside dinner and continued with the best Alytus Psychic Strike Biennial line to taste (not to drink as bourgeois artists used to do during the Age of Divinity) wine and/or stronger alcohols made from local grapes, and to eat [water] melons - all in industrial amounts. Many of not eaten and/or tasted items were taken to the cars as food supply. According to Fazlallah’s: fasting is not necessary during travelling, because a body in motion could not become host of letters, so emptying it is besides the point. Following lettrist position the last melon was eaten in Edirne on August 15th, but the last bottle of grape alcohol was irradiated while scanning the car by Turkish custom officials and because of that was left facing the Ararat/Agri mountain on the Azerbaijan-Turkish border on August 24th. The last drop of wine was tasted in ferryboat in a very centre of the Black Sea – this moment marked the end of the Lopătari (psychic strike) Biennale.

When leaving Lopătari DAMTP‘s stopped at seeming salty mountain, climbed it and tasted what looked like salt. And it was salt.