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Monday 6 April 2020
6 – 7 April 2020
Today’s list of recommended reading, viewing, listening and more from the ICA’s curatorial team:

Many Doctors and nurses have died, in Italy, in the last three weeks, while fighting courageously for the common good. One of them is Valter Tarantini, a gynaecologist in the city of Forli, in my region. I cried this morning reading the news in the paper, because I remember Valter. He was my deskmate in the Liceo Marco Minghetti of Bologna, in the ’60s. I remember him as a beautiful young man, blond, grey smiling eyes, enjoyable and witty. This ICA Daily, for me, is dedicated to him. Farewell Valter, my unforgettable friend.

– Franco, 5 April 2020


I want to start with ‘The Coming Collapse’, an article that was published two years ago on the Common Dreams website by journalist and writer Chris Hedges.
VSC is a useful website that aims to create new forms of social autonomy and organisation in the time of pandemics.
My third proposal is ‘Reality Has Endorsed Bernie Sanders’, a text by Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor published by The New Yorker.
Then I suggest the reading of a text published on the Institute of Network Culture's website. The piece, signed by Tsukino T. Usagi, recounts the corona-days of a young man who lives in Shanghai.
The last website I propose is Lobo Suelto!, an Argentinian website where it is possible to read many interesting things, particularly a text by Lucia Naser, ‘Saber parar. Sobre el rol del cognitariado durante la cuarentena’, and a text by Paul B. Preciado, ‘Covid: Aprendiendo del virus’.

Next, a poem by Anna McDonald, from Jason Dodge and fivehundredplaces: ‘Poems written in the beginning of Covid-19 series’:

Prospect Heights Lament
On the first day I took secateurs to Prospect Park and cut out some forsythia.
On the second day I ate garlic by the bulb.
On the third day I heard the crackle of my lungs and remembered hiding out once in an attic padded with fiberglass.
On the fourth day I watched the neighbors leave.
On the fifth day I ordered pineapple linzer sandwich cookies from the shut-down tea-house.
In the sixth day, countryhouseless, I thought of Basho:     
       In Kyoto,
       hearing the cuckoo,
       I long for Kyoto.
From black bananas I made bread.  
Then I gambled in the stock market with the extra black bananas.  
Then my Adam's apple became a sweet gumball fruit.  Then an avocado stone.
Then I stood on my balcony and cried for the clerks and the nurses.  
I cried for my city wheezing under its viral load.
I cried for the ventilators lost in the warehouses.

Then I ordered a nebulizer, Sunshine chorella tablets, meyer lemons, 91% isopropyl rubbing alcohol, albuterol, Annie's Shells and Cheese, and macadamia nut milk over the internet.  

Then I attended a funeral on Zoom.
Then I learned how to be a crow and a pigeon.
Then I sweat out what had entered via my thumb pad into the corner of my eye.
Then I gave up my unclean hands to the sky, and got on my clothesline and sang for the dead.

Track of the Day

Finally, an excerpt from Wrong Ninnananna, a forthcoming album by Marco Bertoni, featuring Lydia Lunch and Bobby Gillespie with texts by me.
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