Hello Everybody !
Art is something of timeless. We all know it. However, it is increasingly frequent that that this become any more that one parody of itself, satisfying the most subversive egos. We think that art, can and must bring something. To us, to us all. In short, to them. Them, the world, them, which, like us, share this ideal dream of a quite real and universal unity.
The collective 2087 tends towards this goal: that the same unit emerges from various cultures, various arts. Why have we taken the war as a topic ? Because alas, it also is universal. Rare are indeed the countries which hadnt known the war. Today we live in a world where all goes more and more quickly and 2087 are the most vibrating illustration. The web allowed many bringings together in this utopian and creative optics which all the artists have: the revolt. The revolt and not the revolution. Because, once again alas, to join together nations under the same banner remains still difficult while a reunification of some men and women of various fatherlands can and EXISTS. WE ARE.
Handling of the media, people sheep, trafficker of genes, amputations of love and freedom, rebellion, hope and despair: here are some ingredients which powder the history with Jimmy, pacifist young person which will naively leave in war in order to defend its opinions and which will leave there much more than of the bitterness... Wars of 1939-1945 and that of Viet-Nam are voluntarily found in the course of 2087. We estimate that these two wars are the most dreadful reflection of that of which we want to speak.
We brought together various artists of various horizons. USA, France and England. We are extending us. This is only just the beginning. We approach and contact unceasingly other artists of all countries. We have contacted war reporters, soldiers of the 39/45 and viet nam war,and there are painters, musicians, writers and movie makers too which iare on the site and in biographical complement. The site in English version is in construction and many are the artists still working to the existence of 2087 everywhere in the world.
We are searching for bands or musicians and moviemakers to complete the project. For musicians/ bands it means create a music on one of the texts which are in enclosure. Just a music to accompany, to immerse the reader in a wave of spells and warlike which is the reflection of the history of Jimmy.
For the movie-maker : to create a little movie which will reflect both the story and the vision of the author about the war .
For both musicians and movie makers, there is no during of time. It could be 30 seconds or 30 minutes, it's as you want, it is your work, your creation, your vision.
There is also an aim hidden with this projetc : to carry out a kind of Cd, where the front and back covers would be the works of various painters, the notebook of the same cover would be the literacy part, and the music (and the video too), the heart of Cd.
Object of artist, certainly difficult to realize ( we're just artists, not association, for example, we can't pay the travel to abroad from france, cause we'd like the exhibition will be in Paris) but which would join together in only one support all the spirit of the project 2087. Of course such a Cd, if it were born would be subjected to all the regulations which the contracts of artists provide. A si said before, us have also for goal to make expos in Paris (or everywhere where one will be able), to stick posters "2087" in all the corners of the world and to create a fanzine so that the movement will spread still and more.
As such work takes time, we now canvass to you in order to know if you are therefore or not to contribute your share and thus to do everything echo of your participation. BUT we are clear that we dont not seek groups which would like to make their promotion through this exposure. We seek people preoccupatied by the fate of their fellow-members, by these devastations, these exclusions, these murders which these wars start. In order to understand, to speak between us, more not to remain inert and pantois. We want reactions, acts, alarms screams in a society which is anaesthesied more and more.
Are with with us ?
More infos: http://expo2087.free.fr
Mail : pacaly@voila.fr
Pascal, for 2087
And now the plan and two texts for giving you an example of what is the story of 2087. Don't hesitate to give us the following...
2087
- as time die -
A collective work by
Texts : p.pacaly ©
Paints : Sara Cella, Amanda Church and Vanessa Lheureux
Music (not completed ): Burning heads, Arkol, Olivier from Dead pop Club, Iko
War reporter : j-luc meges
Video (not completed) : O. firmin
AN INTRODUCTION
It is funny, nevertheless, when we think of it. It is said to us that finally there arent so many deaths, and each time, I had the impression of the opposite. And then, theres this thing : we make believe you that these guys the soldiers - are heroes whereas they are right people like you and me. Guys who piss in their pants because they saw their buddy of the regiment being gut or decapitating, or any trick in the kind. Then, inevitably, the guys, they kow all about fear and not that a little. Who woulnt be afraid of alla these stuffs ?
However, when you watch TV, these guys, we are sworned that they are afraid of nothing, that they control all and nothing escapes to them. Except that precisely, all escapes to them and they dont control any damn thing. For a little, watching the war on TV, that would be almost beautiful. You know just like a movie : emotion, passion, bounce if you are lucky and a tragic end. Man, you know what ? It is better than a movie ! Except that here, the guys really die this time, and we cans call it legalized voyeurism, nowadays such a thing highly recommended. It is the life. One says to you "go ahead, youll be a good patriot taht is to say a puppet, my electoral voice, my oil and my pocket money - and when you return, promised, youll be a hero at home". Then the guy believes in it, and since the TV show says it, all these foreigners in their countries deserve that only one thing: to be killed. Thus the guy goes there, and when it returns - if it returns he can see all the people of his town family, friends, politics and others - which are awainting at the reception and they all applaud it when they see him. Because buddy, you know how beautiful it is what he did: to kill these guys for the honor of his country, for the glorious day, for God !! Only, theres something strange on his face : the man doesnt smile. It has the bottom nailed on its wheel chair and two legs cut, and to see the others applauding, that leaves him as a taste of shit in the mouth. All he can remember are these kids, these fathers and these mothers whom it had to kill, one by one, because it was the way all things had to occur, because it was the orders. And for the people, for the opinion, this fucking new war was to remain clean.
Frankly, of you with me, it already happened to you to find a war "clean"?
2087
The plan
As the poems are maybe sometimes hard to understand, i have prefered to write here some explanations which, i hope, will make the understanding of the texts easier.
Part I : The beginning of your alienation : this part show how could televison, and medias in general, can influence the people. We learn about a war far abroad. But people dont want this war even if the administration says that a war is always good if this aim is to kill the bad ones. Jimmy, son of a very well known scientists, was one of the demonstrators, and one day, to express his own disgut, he wrote a long long poem...
Part II : The handling of the secrecy : All medias agreed. This war is necessary ! Journalists, politics, all knew what is good to the people to think about. We also discover a new character, this man, this Major Parker, a kind of president, the so-called brain of the country. He is a sort of soul of the nation, but a bad one. He is Evil. He always wants destruction and doesnt hesitate to manipulate medias and people to achieve his aim.
Part III : The goodbye of your tears : Jimmy cant stand it anymore. This war is not his war. He is sure that solutions exists. Its decided, hell go to the army, to this foreign country and will talk to the Major Parker. Hell explain to him that oil and hate arent the only words for the Earth. So hell be a soldier, even if his family is sad to see him leave the ground for a country wich is so far from their home...
Part IV : A little bit hell, a litle bit pageantry : In the plane that take the soldiers to the invaded country, the companions of Jimmy think that when they return home, they will be acclamated as heroes. Well, they can be only heroes for all medias say that the kids are triomphating with new feats each day. But when they put the feet on the ground, they see the kids crying, mothers diying, bodies with no heads. They see the suffering, the disgusting of the situation. Well, war is seems not so beautiful after all...
Part V : Cavities of your eyes : Now the war give its full power, its full potential. There are pieces of flesh exploding everywhere. The enemy resists. The war will be harder and longer than all thought. There are so numerous, has the peace a chance ?
Part VI : The reason to love you : Jimmy is lost in hell. All his dreams of peace die one by one. Hell is here, no more doubts now. Hes condamned to be mad...but..but whats this shade ? Oh, a girl.. yes, and so beautiful. They glance at each other. Theyre in connection. But shes an ennemy...is love still possible when two world have fallen appart ? But he has seen her eye... it doesnt lie...Yes, maybe...maybe they could fall in love...
Part VII : Your still possible past : Fights are more and more numerous. In the jungle, Jimmy have just killing two new ennemies. And when he approach them, when he return the corpses...oh my god..these are kids, maybe 15y.o, no more ! Jimmy become crazy. He close his eyes and remember... oh, yes, he remember his family, his little sister and his little brother, all playing football on the hill, on a sunny day. And now Jimmy cry.
Hes crying for his still possible past.
Part VIII : Your ruined shepherd : Jimmy meet Major Parker. He tell him that this war is no use. Oil and money are not all in this world. But Parker laugh. He ignore this little soldier, this fly. Jimmy begin to upset. If the Major doesnt want to hear the truth, well, hell tell all about that happen here. He will say his own truth to the mass of his country. But Parker understand the danger a soldier as Jimmy could represent if he alerts the medias. So...he put him in a jail.
Part IX : My torturers crime : From his jail, now Jimmy can see the horrible, the terrific, the awful. Oh Jimmy would like to do something. But the firing squad approach her. Simia, this girl he loves, this girl maybe he could have children with...they dont hesisate a second, it is the orders. Fire ! Fire ! Smilia is dead, leaning on the groud, dust in the wind ...
Part X : The kingdom of their third war : The world is in eruption. We are on the edge of the third World War. Each nation organise its defense, raise its armies. All people of all countries begin to lose control. We see now false prophets and predictions about the coming of the jugement day. For all of them, theres no solution, no choice : the fight or becoming a slave.
Part XI : Genes of your deformation : The night. From his jail Jimmy can hear this man, this old crazy man as the others call him. This man talks about undeground passages, underground jails. He says that in these specials jails there are some scientists and on the door... a little notice on which we can read : weak physical : to become a slave - strong physical : to become an android-soldier
Part XII : In the cave of the insane ones : Major Parker return to home. He is triomphally welcomed. He appears in the eyes of the people like the one who save the country. But war still rage abroad. And during this time, all forget what happens in hell, what happen to Jimmy and his companions. Will someone hear them now ? Who ?
Part XIII : The treason of your shade : War, again and again. Endlessy. It approaches the jail of Jimmy. And suddenly, a light, the an other one, and still another. Free ! Doors are now open, the rocket break the lock ! Jimmy can run, run, so far away frome here, from hell. But in the undeground he hears a scream, an heart-rending screaming from the others jails, the specials jails. Some scientists are making strange experiences...androids, slaves...the old man were right ! But..but..this man...this scientist... is ..Jimmys father !
Part XIV : Burns of your brain : The major, the people, his father. All are tracherous. Jimmy is sitting on the top of a hill, pieces of flesh of one the companion are spread next to him. He wonders what he still does here, wonders why this war have been so far, why life his about. From his pocket he takes a snapshot of his family. He looks at it. A tear fall from his cheek . whats worth ? he says. He looks at the rising sun then takes a gun and burns his brain.
2087
The texts
Part I :
The beginning of your alienation
O my father,
My mother
Not listen to them,
Does not release me the arm,
No, do not defend them any more
How many suicides?
How many crimes
Which water your mimes ?
They pointed their rifles
On your daughters and your sons !
But why the hell,
The war
Why do they want to raise cemeteries?
Why do they want to spread dust ?
O my brother,
Small sister
Closethe eyes last once,
Flies away more not to see that
Enterrée, they will not be able more
To crucify you,
To rape You!
Did the nations lose any control ?
The virus is propagated
A homage ?
But the wars are their symbols
And your virus their syndrome !
There is a flame in your eyes
An anguish of the skies
The discharge ?
Destruction Of allied nations !
My brother leave there in the black
Dying only in his trench of History
O you which look at me,
You who destroyed me
That becomes your nights?
What becomes your sons?
Can you feel you treason to thrive in your womb ?
See you these children falling
Without end
In the ravine ?
Because
Who will still dare to rise
With me?
Who would like to stop the massacre
Of our arteries?
Yes, all these bombs
Which they dig
Are the borders of our dreams
Goodbye my country,
Goodbye my ground
Pass to the hello to my madness
To my friends
And my anguish !
Part II :
The handling of the secrecy
They say to you,
Order to you
Carry out you.
The confession of your forgiveness
Humiliation of your abandonment
And the mark of the swearword !
There are wire
Which hang
Behind your screen.
Fatherland!
There are these puppets
Which march
There.
With their desire
For their pleasure
Hey, friend to your sigh !
The last,
In priority.
The herds are in enclosure
A the apotheosis of the insanes
Kneeling.
Mimes and puppets
Which flow ink
with the hand
And which spread them,
Your news
O your venom!
O Jesus, O Jimmy,
Please
Go away while it is still time
Boat drunk,
Which pitches
And you just below,
Of the laws,
And them just above
In verses of the State!
My friend,
In black or white,
Don't you see it
When it is you who die
Don't you read it
When you put in the lips
That they will not take the weapons?
Because yes my brother,
Comrade,
The objective is laid down
On your tears
Wholesale plan!
