Parole Text:Buch

„ich ballte die Fäuste. riesengroß glotzte das Theater auf mich herab. war es ein Vater? war es eine Mutter? war es ein Gott? war es ein urzeitliches Tier?“

An occupied metropolitan theatre building and a pleasure cruiser in the Mediterranean – two colossal, and colossally freighted vessels with Jakko on-board, a chronicling autodidact cum Simplicissimus plugged in to the worldwide web. As soon as the unprepared, naïve, megalomaniac narrator had heard of the squat, he set out to be part of what was coming. He wants to participate in writing the manifestoes, participate in workshops taking place on the now disused stage, be there when the whole framework is knocked off balance. But does he have it in himself to be an activist?

Tag XYZ is a text about the vicissitudes of political action and activism, about dreading collectives and yet sensing the urge to leave your own comfort zone, and about the dilation of your pupils in the dark.