Excerpt from Communist Manifesto (Marx/Engels)

1. Abolition of property in land and application of all rents of land to public purposes.
2. A heavy progressive or graduated income tax.
3. Abolition of all rights of inheritance.
4. Confiscation of the property of all emigrants and rebels.
5. Centralisation of credit in the hands of the state, by means of a national bank with State capital and an exclusive monopoly.
6. Centralisation of the means of communication and transport in the hands of the State.
7. Extension of factories and instruments of production owned by the State; the bringing into cultivation of waste-lands, and the improvement of the soil generally in accordance with a common plan.
8. Equal liability of all to work. Establishment of industrial armies, especially for agriculture.
9. Combination of agriculture with manufacturing industries; gradual abolition of all the distinction between town and country by a more equable distribution of the populace over the country.
10. Free education for all children in public schools. Abolition of children’s factory labour in its present form. Combination of education with industrial production, &c, &c.
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Repair Manifesto (Platform21)

Dada Manifesto (Hugo Ball)

Dada is a new tendency in art. One can tell this from the fact that until now nobody knew anything about it, and tomorrow everyone in Zurich will be talking about it. Dada comes from the dictionary. It is terribly simple. In French it means "hobby horse". In German it means "good-bye", "Get off my back", "Be seeing you sometime". In Romanian: "Yes, indeed, you are right, that's it. But of course, yes, definitely, right". And so forth.
An International word. Just a word, and the word a movement. Very easy to understand. Quite terribly simple. To make of it an artistic tendency must mean that one is anticipating complications. Dada psychology, dada Germany cum indigestion and fog paroxysm, dada literature, dada bourgeoisie, and yourselves, honoured poets, who are always writing with words but never writing the word itself, who are always writing around the actual point. Dada world war without end, dada revolution without beginning, dada, you friends and also-poets, esteemed sirs, manufacturers, and evangelists. Dada Tzara, dada Huelsenbeck, dada m'dada, dada m'dada dada mhm, dada dera dada, dada Hue, dada Tza.
How does one achieve eternal bliss? By saying dada. How does one become famous? By saying dada. With a noble gesture and delicate propriety. Till one goes crazy. Till one loses consciousness. How can one get rid of everything that smacks of journalism, worms, everything nice and right, blinkered, moralistic, europeanised, enervated? By saying dada. Dada is the world soul, dada is the pawnshop. Dada is the world's best lily-milk soap. Dada Mr Rubiner, dada Mr Korrodi. Dada Mr Anastasius Lilienstein. In plain language: the hospitality of the Swiss is something to be profoundly appreciated. And in questions of aesthetics the key is quality.
I shall be reading poems that are meant to dispense with conventional language, no less, and to have done with it. Dada Johann Fuchsgang Goethe. Dada Stendhal. Dada Dalai Lama, Buddha, Bible, and Nietzsche. Dada m'dada. Dada mhm dada da. It's a question of connections, and of loosening them up a bit to start with. I don't want words that other people have invented. All the words are other people's inventions. I want my own stuff, my own rhythm, and vowels and consonants too, matching the rhythm and all my own. If this pulsation is seven yards long, I want words for it that are seven yards long. Mr Schulz's words are only two and a half centimetres long.
It will serve to show how articulated language comes into being. I let the vowels fool around. I let the vowels quite simply occur, as a cat meows . . . Words emerge, shoulders of words, legs, arms, hands of words. Au, oi, uh. One shouldn't let too many words out. A line of poetry is a chance to get rid of all the filth that clings to this accursed language, as if put there by stockbrokers' hands, hands worn smooth by coins. I want the word where it ends and begins. Dada is the heart of words.
Each thing has its word, but the word has become a thing by itself. Why shouldn't I find it? Why can't a tree be called Pluplusch, and Pluplubasch when it has been raining? The word, the word, the word outside your domain, your stuffiness, this laughable impotence, your stupendous smugness, outside all the parrotry of your self-evident limitedness. The word, gentlemen, is a public concern of the first importance.

Excerpt from Dada Manifesto (Tristan Tzara)

The magic of a word - DADA - which for journalists has opened the door to an unforeseen world, has for us not the slightest importance.

To launch a manifesto you have to want: A.B. & C., and fulminate against 1, 2, & 3,

work yourself up and sharpen you wings to conquer and circulate lower and upper case As, Bs & Cs, sign, shout, swear, organise prose into a form that is absolutely and irrefutably obvious, prove its ne plus ultra and maintain that novelty resembles life in the same way as the latest apparition of a harlot proves the essence of God. His existence had already been proved by the accordion, the landscape and soft words. * To impose one's A.B.C. is only natural - and therefore regrettable. Everyone does it in the form of a crystalbluff-madonna, or a monetary system, or pharmaceutical preparations, a naked leg being the invitation to an ardent and sterile Spring. The love of novelty is a pleasant sort of cross, it's evidence of a naive don't-give-a-damn attitude, a passing, positive, sign without rhyme or reason. But this need is out of date, too. By giving art the impetus of supreme simplicity - novelty - we are being human and true in relation to innocent pleasures; impulsive and vibrant n order to crucify boredom. At the lighted crossroads, alert, attentive, lying in wait for years, in the forest. * I am writing a manifesto and there's nothing I want, and yet I'm saying certain things, and in principle I am against manifestos, as I am against principles (quantifying measures of the moral value of every phrase - too easy; approximation was invested by the impressionists). *

I'm writing this manifesto to show that you can perform contrary actions at the same time, in one single, fresh breath; I am against action; as for continual contradiction, and affirmation too, I am neither for nor against them, and I won't explain myself because I hate common sense.

DADA - this is a word that throws up ideas so that they can be shot down; every bourgeois is a little playwright, who invents different subjects and who, instead of situating suitable characters on the level of his own intelligence, like chrysalises on chairs, tries to find causes or objects (according to whichever psychoanalytic method he practices) to give weight to his plot, a talking and self-defining story. *

Every spectator is a plotter, if he tries to explain a word (to know!) From his padded refuge of serpentine complications, he allows his instincts to be manipulated. Whence the sorrows of conjugal life.

To be plain: The amusement of redbellies in the mills of empty skulls.

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A philosophical questions: from which angle to start looking at life, god, ideas, or anything else. Everything we look at is false. I don't think the relative result is any more important than the choice of patisserie or cherries for dessert. The way people have of looking hurriedly at things from the opposite point of view, so as to impose their opinions indirectly, is called dialectic, in other words, heads I wind and tails you lose, dressed up to look scholarly.

If I shout:
Ideal, Ideal, Ideal
Knowledge, Knowledge, Knowledge
Boomboom, Boomboom, Boomboom

I have recorded fairly accurately Progress, Law, Morals, and all the other magnificent qualities that various very intelligent people have discussed in so many books in order, finally, to say that even so everyone has danced according to his own personal boomboom, and that he's right about his boomboom: the satisfaction of unhealthy curiosity; private bell-ringing for inexplicable needs; bath; pecuniary difficulties; a stomach with repercussions on to life; the authority of the mystical baton formulated as the grand finale of a phantom orchestra with mute bows, lubricated by philtres with a basis of animal ammonia. With the blue monocle of an angel they have dug out its interior for twenty sous worth of unanimous gratitude. * If all of them are right, and if all pills are only Pink, let's try for once not to be right. * People think they can explain rationally, by means of thought, what they write. But it's very relative. Thought is a fine thing for philosophy, but it's relative. Psychoanalysis is a dangerous disease, it deadens man's anti-real inclinations and systematises the bourgeoisie. There is no ultimate Truth. Dialectics is an amusing machine that leads us (in banal fashion) to the opinions which we would have held in any case. Do people really think that, by the meticulous subtlety of logic, they have demonstrated the truth and established the accuracy of their opinions? Even if logic were confined by the senses it would still be an organic disease. To this element, philosophers like to add: The power of observation. But this magnificent quality of the mind is precisely the proof of its impotence. People observe, they look at things from one or several points of view, they choose them from amongst the millions that exist. Experience too is the result of chance and of individual abilities. * Science revolts me when it becomes a speculative system and loses its utilitarian character - which is so useless - but is at least individual. I hate slimy objectivity, and harmony, the science that considers that everything is always in order. Carry on, children, humanity ... Science says that we are nature's servants: everything is in order, make both love and war. Carry on, children, humanity, nice kind bourgeois and virgin journalists... * I am against systems; the most acceptable system is that of have none on no principle. * To complete oneself, to perfect oneself in one's own pettiness to the point of filling the little vase of oneself with oneself, even the courage to fight for and against thought, all this can suddenly infernally propel us into the mystery of daily bread and the lilies of the economic field. [...]

Declaration of the Occupation of New York City (2011)

As one people, united, we acknowledge the reality: that the future of the human race requires the cooperation of its members; that our system must protect our rights, and upon corruption of that system, it is up to the individuals to protect their own rights, and those of their neighbors; that a democratic government derives its just power from the people, but corporations do not seek consent to extract wealth from the people and the Earth; and that no true democracy is attainable when the process is determined by economic power. We come to you at a time when corporations, which place profit over people, self-interest over justice, and oppression over equality, run our governments. We have peaceably assembled here, as is our right, to let these facts be known.

They have taken our houses through an illegal foreclosure process, despite not having the original mortgage.They have taken bailouts from taxpayers with impunity, and continue to give Executives exorbitant bonuses.They have perpetuated inequality and discrimination in the workplace based on age, the color of one’s skin, sex, gender identity and sexual orientation.They have poisoned the food supply through negligence, and undermined the farming system through monopolization.They have profited off of the torture, confinement, and cruel treatment of countless animals, and actively hide these practices.They have continuously sought to strip employees of the right to negotiate for better pay and safer working conditions.They have held students hostage with tens of thousands of dollars of debt on education, which is itself a human right.They have consistently outsourced labor and used that outsourcing as leverage to cut workers’ healthcare and pay.They have influenced the courts to achieve the same rights as people, with none of the culpability or responsibility.They have spent millions of dollars on legal teams that look for ways to get them out of contracts in regards to health insurance.They have sold our privacy as a commodity.They have used the military and police force to prevent freedom of the press. They have deliberately declined to recall faulty products endangering lives in pursuit of profit.They determine economic policy, despite the catastrophic failures their policies have produced and continue to produce.They have donated large sums of money to politicians, who are responsible for regulating them.They continue to block alternate forms of energy to keep us dependent on oil.They continue to block generic forms of medicine that could save people’s lives or provide relief in order to protect investments that have already turned a substantial profit.They have purposely covered up oil spills, accidents, faulty bookkeeping, and inactive ingredients in pursuit of profit.They purposefully keep people misinformed and fearful through their control of the media.They have accepted private contracts to murder prisoners even when presented with serious doubts about their guilt.They have perpetuated colonialism at home and abroad. They have participated in the torture and murder of innocent civilians overseas.

Emperor's Manifest (Franz II Austria)


Januar Manifesto (Gruppe Spur)

Wer in Politik, Staat, Kirche, Wirtschaft, Militär, Parteien, Organisationen keine Gaudi sieht, hat mit uns nichts zu tun.

Boykottiert alle herrschenden Systeme und Konventionen, indem Ihr sie nur als mißratene Gaudi betrachtet.

Jeder echte Künstler ist zur Umänderung seiner Umwelt geboren.

Preise, Stipendien, gute Kritiken, alles wirft man uns nach; aber eins ist sicher: brauchen kann man uns nicht.

Unbrauchbarkeit ist unser höchstes Ziel: Gaudi ist unpopuläre Volkskunst.

Die ganze Welt ist der Bereich, in dem sich der schöpferische Impuls, der allein der Gaudi vorbehalten ist, entfalten kann.

Alles was anwendbar ist, ist nicht für den Menschen. Ohne den Künstler gäbe es schon jetzt keinen Menschen mehr.

Wir sind gegen den Fasching, weil der Fasching die Gaudi kommerziell engagiert. Der Mißbrauch der Gaudi ist das größte Verbrechen.

L'art pour Part ist beendet, ebenso l'art pour l'argent und l'art pour la femme. Jetzt beginnt l'art pour la Gaudi.

Schöpferisch sein heißt: durch dauernde Neuschöpfung mit allen Dingen seine Gaudi treiben.

Mensch sein heißt homo ludens und homo gaudens.

Seit der Herrschaft des dialektischen Materialismus und des Determinismus ist die Gaudi kein integrierendes Moment der Kultur mehr: wir fordern ihre Befreiung aus der Unterdrückung durch die herrschenden Ideologien und den Rationalismus.

Dem Satz »Wissen ist Macht«, der das Zeitalter der Wissenschaft eingeleitet hat, wird der Satz folgen: »Gaudi ist Macht«, der das Zeitalter der Gaudi einleitet.

So wie Marx aus der Wissenschaft eine Revolution abgeleitet hat, leiten wir aus der Gaudi eine Revolution ab.

Die sozialistische Revolution mißbrauchte die Künstler. Die Einseitigkeit dieser Umstürze beruhte auf der Trennung von Arbeit und Gaudi. Eine Revolution ohne Gaudi ist keine Revolution.

Es gibt keine künstlerische Freiheit ohne die Macht der Gaudi.

Alle unzufriedenen Kräfte sammeln sich in einer Organisation der Antiorganisateure, die sich in einer umfassenden Revolution verwirklichen.

Wir fordern allen Ernstes die Gaudi. Wir fordern die urbanistische Gaudi, die unitäre, totale, reale, imaginäre, sexuelle, irrationale, integrale, militärische, politische, psychologische, philosophische... Gaudi.

Durch die Realisierung der Situationistischen Gaudi werden alle Probleme der Welt gelöst: Ost-West-Probleme, Algerienfrage, Kongo-Problem, Halbstarkenkrawalle, Gotteslästerungsprozesse und sexuelle Verdrängungen.

Wir engagieren die ganze Welt für unsere Gaudi!

'Hacker Ethics' (Steven Levy)
1. Access to computers - and anything which might teach you something about the way the world works - should be unlimited and total. Always yield to the Hands-On imperative!

2. All information should be free.

3. Mistrust authority - promote decentralization.

4. Hackers should be judged by their hacking, not bogus criteria such as degress, age, race, or position.

5. You can create art and beauty on a computer.

6. Computers can change your life for the better.

Kerry Smith: How to feel miserable as an artist


DOGMA95 Manifesto
1. Shooting must be done on location. Props and sets must not be brought in (if a particular prop is necessary for the story, a location must be chosen where this prop is to be found).2. The sound must never be produced apart from the images or vice versa. (Music must not be used unless it occurs where the scene is being shot).3. The camera must be hand-held. Any movement or immobility attainable in the hand is permitted. (The film must not take place where the camera is standing; shooting must take place where the film takes place).4. The film must be in colour. Special lighting is not acceptable. (If there is too little light for exposure the scene must be cut or a single lamp be attached to the camera).5. Optical work and filters are forbidden.6. The film must not contain superficial action. (Murders, weapons, etc. must not occur.)7. Temporal and geographical alienation are forbidden. (That is to say that the film takes place here and now.)8. Genre movies are not acceptable.9. The film format must be Academy 35 mm.10. The director must not be credited.
Furthermore I swear as a director to refrain from personal taste! I am no longer an artist. I swear to refrain from creating a “work”, as I regard the instant as more important than the whole. My supreme goal is to force the truth out of my characters and settings. I swear to do so by all the means available and at the cost of any good taste and any aesthetic considerations.
Zürcher Manifest (1968)

Excerpt from Cannibal Manifesto (Oswaldro de Andrade)

Only Cannibalism unites us. Socially. Economically. Philosophically.
The unique law of the world. The disguised expression of all individualisms, all collectivisms. Of all religions. Of all peace treaties.
Tupi or not tupi that is the question.
Against all catechisms. And against the mother of the Gracos.
I am only interested in what’s not mine. The law of men. The law of the cannibal.
We are tired of all those suspicious Catholic husbands in plays. Freud finished off the enigma of woman and the other recent psychological seers.
What dominated over truth was clothing, an impermeable layer between the interior world and the exterior world. Reaction against people in clothes. The American cinema will tell us about this.
Sons of the sun, mother of living creatures. Fiercely met and loved, with all the hypocrisy of longing: importation, exchange, and tourists. In the country of the big snake.
It’s because we never had grammatical structures or collections of old vegetables. And we never knew urban from suburban, frontier country from continental. Lazy on the world map of Brazil.

Situationist International Manifesto

THE EXISTING FRAMEWORK cannot subdue the new human force that is increasing day by day alongside the irresistible development of technology and the dissatisfaction of its possible uses in our senseless social life.
Alienation and oppression in this society cannot be distributed amongst a range of variants, but only rejected en bloc with this very society. All real progress has clearly been suspended until the revolutionary solution of the present multiform crisis.
What are the organizational perspectives of life in a society which authentically "reorganizes production on the basis of the free and equal association of the producers"? Work would more and more be reduced as an exterior necessity through the automation of production and the socialization of vital goods, which would finally give complete liberty to the individual. Thus liberated from all economic responsibility, liberated from all the debts and responsibilities from the past and other people, humankind will exude a new surplus value, incalculable in money because it would be impossible to reduce it to the measure of waged work. The guarantee of the liberty of each and of all is in the value of the game, of life freely constructed. The exercise of this ludic recreation is the framework of the only guaranteed equality with non-exploitation of man by man. The liberation of the game, its creative autonomy, supersedes the ancient division between imposed work and passive leisure.
The church has already burnt the so-called witches to repress the primitive ludic tendencies conserved in popular festivities. Under the existing dominant society, which produces the miserable pseudo-games of non-participation, a true artistic activity is necessarily classed as criminality. It is semi-clandestine. It appears in the form of scandal.
So what really is the situation? It's the realization of a better game, which more exactly is provoked by the human presence. The revolutionary gamesters of all countries can be united in the S.I. to commence the emergence from the prehistory of daily life.
Henceforth, we propose an autonomous organization of the producers of the new culture, independent of the political and union organizations which currently exist, as we dispute their capacity to organize anything other than the management of that which already exists.
From the moment when this organization leaves the initial experimental stage for its first public campaign, the most urgent objective we have ascribed to it is the seizure of U.N.E.S.C.O. United at a world level, the bureaucratization of art and all culture is a new phenomenon which expresses the deep inter-relationship of the social systems co-existing in the world on the basis of eclectic conservation and the reproduction of the past. The riposte of the revolutionary artists to these new conditions must be a new type of action. As the very existence of this managerial concentration of culture, located in a single building, favors a seizure by way of putsch; and as the institution is completely destitute of any sensible usage outside our subversive perspective, we find our seizure of this apparatus justified before our contemporaries. And we will have it. We are resolved to take over U.N.E.S.C.O., even if only for a short time, as we are sure we would quickly carry out work which would prove most significant in the clarification of a long series of demands.
What would be the principle characteristics of the new culture and how would it compare with ancient art?
Against the spectacle, the realized situationist culture introduces total participation.
Against preserved art, it is the organization of the directly lived moment.
Against particularized art, it will be a global practice with a bearing, each moment, on all the usable elements. Naturally this would tend to collective production which would be without doubt anonymous (at least to the extent where the works are no longer stocked as commodities, this culture will not be dominated by the need to leave traces.) The minimum proposals of these experiences will be a revolution in behavior and a dynamic unitary urbanism capable of extension to the entire planet, and of being further extensible to all habitable planets.
Against unilateral art, situationist culture will be an art of dialogue, an art of interaction. Today artists — with all culture visible — have been completely separated from society, just as they are separated from each other by competition. But faced with this impasse of capitalism, art has remained essentially unilateral in response. This enclosed era of primitivism must be superseded by complete communication.
At a higher stage, everyone will become an artist, i.e., inseparably a producer-consumer of total culture creation, which will help the rapid dissolution of the linear criteria of novelty. Everyone will be a situationist so to speak, with a multidimensional inflation of tendencies, experiences, or radically different "schools" — not successively, but simultaneously.
We will inaugurate what will historically be the last of the crafts. The role of amateur-professional situationist — of anti-specialist — is again a specialization up to the point of economic and mental abundance, when everyone becomes an "artist," in the sense that the artists have not attained the construction of their own life. However, the last craft of history is so close to the society without a permanent division of labor, that when it appeared amongst the SI, its status as a craft was generally denied.
To those who don't understand us properly, we say with an irreducible scorn: "The situationists of which you believe yourselves perhaps to be the judges, will one day judge you. We await the turning point which is the inevitable liquidation of the world of privation, in all its forms. Such are our goals, and these will be the future goals of humanity."

Fischli & Weiss: How to work better


First Things First 1964 (Ken Garland)

We, the undersigned, are graphic designers, photographers and students who have been brought up in a world in which the techniques and apparatus of advertising have persistently been presented to us as the most lucrative, effective and desirable means of using our talents. We have been bombarded with publications devoted to this belief, applauding the work of those who have flogged their skill and imagination to sell such things as: cat food, stomach powders, detergent, hair restorer, striped toothpaste, aftershave lotion, beforeshave lotion, slimming diets, fattening diets, deodorants, fizzy water, cigarettes, roll-ons, pull-ons and slip-ons.
By far the greatest effort of those working in the advertising industry are wasted on these trivial purposes, which contribute little or nothing to our national prosperity.
In common with an increasing numer of the general public, we have reached a saturation point at which the high pitched scream of consumer selling is no more than sheer noise. We think that there are other things more worth using our skill and experience on. There are signs for streets and buildings, books and periodicals, catalogues, instructional manuals, industrial photography, educational aids, films, television features, scientific and industrial publications and all the other media through which we promote our trade, our education, our culture and our greater awareness of the world.
We do not advocate the abolition of high pressure consumer advertising: this is not feasible. Nor do we want to take any of the fun out of life. But we are proposing a reversal of priorities in favour of the more useful and more lasting forms of communication. We hope that our society will tire of gimmick merchants, status salesmen and hidden persuaders, and that the prior call on our skills will be for worthwhile purposes. With this in mind we propose to share our experience and opinions, and to make them available to colleagues, students and others who may be interested.

Not in our Name, Marke HamburgEin Gespenst geht um in Europa, seit der US-Ökonom Richard Florida vorgerechnet hat, dass nur die Städte prosperieren, in denen sich die „kreative Klasse“ wohlfühlt. „Cities without gays and rock bands are losing the economic development race“, schreibt Florida. Viele europäische Metropolen konkurrieren heute darum, zum Ansiedelungsgebiet für diese „kreative Klasse“ zu werden. Für Hamburg hat die Konkurrenz der Standorte mittlerweile dazu geführt, dass sich die städtische Politik immer mehr einer „Image City“ unterordnet. Es geht darum, ein bestimmtes Bild von Stadt in die Welt zu setzen: Das Bild von der „pulsierenden Metropole“, die „ein anregendes Umfeld und beste Chancen für Kulturschaffende aller Couleur“ bietet. Eine stadteigene Marketing-Agentur sorgt dafür, dass dieses Bild als „Marke Hamburg“ in die Medien eingespeist wird. Sie überschwemmt die Republik mit Broschüren, in denen aus Hamburg ein widerspruchfreies, sozial befriedetes Fantasialand mit Elbphilharmonie und Table-Dance, Blankenese und Schanze, Agenturleben und Künstlerszene wird. Harley-Days auf dem Kiez, Gay-Paraden in St. Georg, Off-Kunst-Spektakel in der Hafencity, Reeperbahn-Festival, Fanmeilen und Cruising Days: Kaum eine Woche vergeht ohne ein touristisches Megaevent, das „markenstärkende Funktion“ übernehmen soll.
Liebe Standortpolitiker: Wir weigern uns, über diese Stadt in Marketing-Kategorien zu sprechen. Wir sagen: Aua, es tut weh. Hört auf mit dem Scheiß. Wir lassen uns nicht für blöd verkaufen. Wir wollen weder dabei helfen, den Kiez als „bunten, frechen, vielseitigen Stadtteil“ zu „positionieren“, noch denken wir bei Hamburg an „Wasser, Weltoffenheit, Internationalität“ oder was euch sonst noch an „Erfolgsbausteinen der Marke Hamburg“ einfällt. Wir denken an andere Sachen. An über eine Million leerstehender Büroquadratmeter zum Beispiel und daran, dass ihr die Elbe trotzdem immer weiter zubauen lasst mit Premium-Glaszähnen. Wir stellen fest, dass es in der westlichen inneren Stadt kaum mehr ein WG-Zimmer unter 450 Euro gibt, kaum mehr Wohnungen unter 10 Euro pro Quadratmeter. Dass sich die Anzahl der Sozialwohnungen in den nächsten zehn Jahren halbieren wird. Dass die armen, die alten und migrantischen Bewohner an den Stadtrand ziehen, weil Hartz IV und eine städtische Wohnungsvergabepolitik dafür sorgen. Wir glauben: Eure „Wachsende Stadt“ ist in Wahrheit die segregierte Stadt, wie im 19. Jahrhundert: Die Promenaden den Gutsituierten, dem Pöbel die Mietskasernen außerhalb.

Und deshalb sind wir auch nicht dabei, beim Werbefeldzug für die „Marke Hamburg“. Nicht, dass ihr uns freundlich gebeten hättet. Im Gegenteil: Uns ist nicht verborgen geblieben, dass die seit Jahren sinkenden kulturpolitischen Fördermittel für freie künstlerische Arbeit heutzutage auch noch zunehmend nach standortpolitischen Kriterien vergeben werden. Siehe Wilhelmsburg, die Neue Große Bergstraße, siehe Hafencity: Wie der Esel der Karotte sollen bildende Künstler den Fördertöpfen und Zwischennutzungs- Gelegenheiten nachlaufen – dahin, wo es Entwicklungsgebiete zu beleben, Investoren oder neue, zahlungskräftigere Bewohner anzulocken gilt. Ihr haltet es offensichtlich für selbstverständlich, kulturelle Ressourcen „bewusst für die Stadtentwicklung“ und „für das Stadt-Image“ einzusetzen. Kultur soll zum Ornament einer Art Turbo-Gentrifizierung werden, weil ihr die üblichen, jahrelangen Trockenwohn-Prozesse gar nicht mehr abwarten wollt. Wie die Stadt danach aussehen soll, kann man in St. Pauli und im Schanzenviertel begutachten: Aus ehemaligen Arbeiterstadtteilen, dann „Szenevierteln“, werden binnen kürzester Zeit exklusive Wohngegenden mit angeschlossenem Party- und Shopping-Kiez, auf dem Franchising- Gastronomie und Ketten wie H&M die Amüsierhorde abmelken.Die Hamburger Kulturpolitik ist längst integraler Bestandteil eurer Eventisierungs-Strategie. Dreißig Millionen Euro gingen an das Militaria-Museum eines reaktionären Sammlerfürsten. Über vierzig Prozent der Ausgaben für Kultur entfallen derzeit auf die Elbphilharmonie. Damit wird die Kulturbehörde zur Geisel eines 500-Millionen-Euro-Grabes, das nach Fertigstellung bestenfalls eine luxuriöse Spielstätte für Megastars des internationalen Klassik- und Jazz-Tourneezirkus ist. Mal abgesehen davon, dass die Symbolwirkung der Elbphilharmonie nichts an sozialem Zynismus zu wünschen übrig lässt: Da lässt die Stadt ein „Leuchtturmprojekt“ bauen, das dem Geldadel ein Fünf-Sterne-Hotel sowie 47 exklusive Eigentumswohnungen zu bieten hat und dem gemeinen Volk nur eine zugige Aussichtsplattform übrig lässt. Was für ein Wahrzeichen!Uns macht es die „Wachsende Stadt“ indessen zunehmend schwer, halbwegs bezahlbare Ateliers, Studio- und Probenräume zu finden, oder Clubs und Spielstätten zu betreiben, die nicht einzig und allein dem Diktat des Umsatzes verpflichtet sind. Genau deshalb finden wir: Das Gerede von den „pulsierenden Szenen“ steht am allerwenigsten einer Stadtpolitik zu, die die Antwort auf die Frage, was mit städtischem Grund und Boden geschehen soll, im Wesentlichen der Finanzbehörde überlässt. Wo immer eine Innenstadtlage zu Geld zu machen ist, wo immer ein Park zu verdichten, einem Grünstreifen ein Grundstück abzuringen oder eine Lücke zu schließen ist, wirft die Finanzbehörde die „Sahnelagen“ auf den Immobilienmarkt – zum Höchstgebot und mit einem Minimum an Auflagen. Was dabei entsteht, ist eine geschichts- und kulturlose Investoren-City in Stahl und Beton.Wir haben schon verstanden: Wir, die Musik-, DJ-, Kunst-, Theater- und Film-Leute, die Kleinegeile-Läden-Betreiber und Ein-anderes-Lebensgefühl-Bringer, sollen der Kontrapunkt sein zur „Stadt der Tiefgaragen“ (Süddeutsche Zeitung). Wir sollen für Ambiente sorgen, für die Aura und den Freizeitwert, ohne den ein urbaner Standort heute nicht mehr global konkurrenzfähig ist. Wir sind willkommen. Irgendwie. Einerseits. Andererseits hat die totale Inwertsetzung des städtischen Raumes zur Folge, dass wir – die wir doch Lockvögel sein sollen – in Scharen abwandern, weil es hier immer weniger bezahlbaren und bespielbaren Platz gibt. Mittlerweile, liebe Standortpolitiker, habt ihr bemerkt, dass das zum Problem für euer Vorhaben wird. Doch eure Lösungsvorschläge bewegen sich tragischerweise kein Jota außerhalb der Logik der unternehmerischen Stadt. Eine frische Senatsdrucksache etwa kündigt an „die Zukunftspotenziale der Kreativwirtschaft durch Stärkung ihrer Wettbewerbsfähigkeit zu erschließen“. Eine „Kreativagentur“ soll zukünftig u.a. „Anlaufstelle für die Vermittlung von Immobilienangeboten“ sein. Wer sich die Mieten nicht leisten kann, muss sich als „künstlerischer Nachwuchs“ einsortieren lassen und bei der Kreativagentur um „temporäre Nutzung von Leerständen“ ersuchen. Dafür gibt es sogar einen Mietzuschuss, allerdings nur, wenn „die Dringlichkeit des Bedarfs und die Relevanz für den Kreativstandort Hamburg“ gegeben sind. Unmissverständlicher kann man nicht klarstellen, was „Kreativität“ hier zu sein hat: Nämlich ein Profi t Center für die „Wachsende Stadt“.Und da sind wir nicht dabei. Wir wollen nämlich keine von Quartiersentwicklern strategisch platzierten „Kreativimmobilien“ und „Kreativhöfe“. Wir kommen aus besetzten Häusern, aus muffigen Proberaumbunkern, wir haben Clubs in feuchten Souterrains gemacht und in leerstehenden Kaufhäusern, unsere Ateliers lagen in aufgegebenen Verwaltungsgebäuden und wir zogen den unsanierten dem sanierten Altbau vor, weil die Miete billiger war. Wir haben in dieser Stadt immer Orte aufgesucht, die zeitweilig aus dem Markt gefallen waren – weil wir dort freier, autonomer, unabhängiger sein konnten. Wir wollen jetzt nicht helfen, sie in Wert zu setzen. Wir wollen die Frage „Wie wollen wir leben?“ nicht auf Stadtentwicklungs- Workshops diskutieren. Für uns hat das, was wir in dieser Stadt machen, immer mit Freiräumen zu tun, mit Gegenentwürfen, mit Utopien, mit dem Unterlaufen von Verwertungs- und Standortlogik.Wir sagen: Eine Stadt ist keine Marke. Eine Stadt ist auch kein Unternehmen. Eine Stadt ist ein Gemeinwesen. Wir stellen die soziale Frage, die in den Städten heute auch eine Frage von Territorialkämpfen ist. Es geht darum, Orte zu erobern und zu verteidigen, die das Leben in dieser Stadt auch für die lebenswert machen, die nicht zur Zielgruppe der „Wachsenden Stadt“ gehören. Wir nehmen uns das Recht auf Stadt – mit all den Bewohnerinnen und Bewohnern Hamburgs, die sich weigern, Standortfaktor zu sein. Wir solidarisieren uns mit den Besetzern des Gängeviertels, mit der Frappant-Initiative gegen Ikea in Altona, mit dem Centro Sociale und der Roten Flora, mit den Initiativen gegen die Zerstörung der Grünstreifen am Isebek-Kanal und entlang der geplanten Moorburg-Trasse in Altona, mit No-BNQ in St. Pauli, mit dem Aktionsnetzwerk gegen Gentrifizierung und mit den vielen anderen Initiativen von Wilhelmsburg bis St. Georg, die sich der Stadt der Investoren entgegenstellen.

Claes Oldenburg Manifesto

I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something other than sit on its ass in a museum.
I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all, an art given the chance of having a staring point of zero.
I am for an art that embroils itself with the everyday crap & still comes out on top.
I am for an art that imitates the human, that is comic, if necessary, or violent, or whatever is necessary.
I am for an art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twists and extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and is heavy and coarse and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself.
I am for an artist who vanishes, turning up in a white cap painting signs or hallways.
I am for an art that comes out of a chimney like black hair and scatters in the sky.
I am for an art that spills out of an old man's purse when he is bounced off a passing fender.
I am for the art out of a doggy's mouth, falling five stories from the roof.
I am for the art that a kid licks, after peeling away the wrapper.
I am for an art that joggles like everyones knees, when the bus traverses an excavation.
I am for art that is smoked, like a cigarette, smells, like a pair of shoes.
I am for art that flaps like a flag or helps blow noses, like a handkerchief.
I am for art that is put on and taken off, like pants, which develops holes, like socks, which is eaten, like a piece of pie, or abandoned with great contempt, like a piece of shit.
I am for art covered with bandages, I am for art that limps and rolls and runs and jumps. I am for art comes in a can or washes up on the shore.
I am for art that coils and grunts like a wrestler. I am for art that sheds hair.
I am for art you can sit on. I am for art you can pick your nose with or stub your toes on.
I am for art from a pocket, from deep channels of the ear, from the edge of a knife, from the corners of the mouth, stuck in the eye or worn on the wrist.
I am for art under the skirts, and the art of pinching cockroaches.
I am for the art of conversation between the sidewalk and a blind mans metal stick.
I am for the art that grows in a pot, that comes down out of the skies at night, like lightning, that hides in the clouds and growls. I am for art that is flipped on and off with a switch.
I am for art that unfolds like a map, that you can squeeze, like your sweetys arm, or kiss, like a pet dog. Which expands and squeaks, like an accordion, which you can spill your dinner on, like an old tablecloth.
I am for an art that you can hammer with, stitch with, sew with, paste with, file with.
I am for an art that tells you the time of day, or where such and such a street is.
I am for an art that helps old ladies across the street.
I am for the art of the washing machine. I am for the art of a government check. I am for the art of last wars raincoat.
I am for the art that comes up in fogs from sewer-holes in winter. I am for the art that splits when you step on a frozen puddle. I am for the worms art inside the apple. I am for the art of sweat that develops between crossed legs.
I am for the art of neck-hair and caked tea-cups, for the art between the tines of restaurant forks, for odor of boiling dishwater.
I am for the art of sailing on Sunday, and the art of red and white gasoline pumps.
I am for the art of bright blue factory columns and blinking biscuit signs.
I am for the art of cheap plaster and enamel. I am for the art of worn marble and smashed slate. I am for the art of rolling cobblestones and sliding sand. I am for the art of slag and black coal. I am for the art of dead birds.
I am for the art of scratchings in the asphalt, daubing at the walls. I am for the art of bending and kicking metal and breaking glass, and pulling at things to make them fall down.
I am for the art of punching and skinned knees and sat-on bananas. I am for the art of kids' smells. I am for the art of mama-babble.
I am for the art of bar-babble, tooth-picking, beerdrinking, egg-salting, in-sulting. I am for the art of falling off a bartstool.
I am for the art of underwear and the art of taxicabs. I am for the art of ice-cream cones dropped on concrete. I am for the majestic art of dog-turds, rising like cathedrals.
I am for the blinking arts, lighting up the night. I am for art falling, splashing, wiggling, jumping, going on and off.
I am for the art of fat truck-tires and black eyes.
I am for Kool-art, 7-UP art, Pepsi-art, Sunshine art, 39 cents art, 15 cents art, Vatronol Art, Dro-bomb art, Vam art, Menthol art, L & M art Ex-lax art, Venida art, Heaven Hill art, Pamryl art, San-o-med art, Rx art, 9.99 art, Now art, New ar, How art, Fire sale art, Last Chance art, Only art, Diamond art, Tomorrow art, Franks art, Ducks art, Meat-o-rama art.
I am for the art of bread wet by rain. I am for the rat's dance between floors. I am for the art of flies walking on a slick pear in the electric light. I am for the art of soggy onions and firm green shoots. I am for the art of clicking among the nuts when the roaches come and go. I am for the brown sad art of rotting apples.
I am for the art of meowls and clatter of cats and for the art of their dumb electric eyes.
I am for the white art of refigerators and their muscular openings and closing.
I am for the art of rust and mold. I am for the art of hearts, funeral hearts or sweetheart hearts, full of nougat. I am for the art of worn meathooks and singing barrels of red, white, blue and yellow meat.
I am for the art of things lost or thrown away, coming home from school. I am for the art of cock-and-ball trees and flying cows and the noise of rectangles and squares. I am for for the art of crayons and weak grey pencil-lead, and grainy wash and sticky oil paint, and the art of windshield wipers and the art of the finger on a cold window, on dusty steel or in the bubbles on the sides of a bathtub.
I am for the art of teddy-bears and guns and decapitated rabbits, explodes umbrellas, raped beds, chairs with their brown bones broken, burning trees, firecracker ends, chicken bones, pigeon bones, and boxes with men sleeping in them.
I am for the art of slightly rotten funeral flowers, hung bloody rabbits and wrinkly yellow chickens, bass drums & tambourines, and plastic phonographs.
I am for the art of abandoned boxes, tied like pharohs. I am for an art of watertanks and speeding clouds and flapping shades.
I am for U.S. Government Inspected Art, Grade A art, Regular Price art, Yellow Ripe art, Extra Fancy art, Ready-to-eat art, Best-for-less art, Ready-to-cook art, Fully cleaned art, Spend Less art, Eat Better art, Ham art, Pork art, chicken art, tomato art, bana art, apple art, turkey art, cake art, cookie art.
I am for an art that is combed down, that is hung from each ear, that is laid on the lips and under the eyes, that is shaved from the legs, that is burshed on the teeth, that is fixed on the thighs, that is slipped on the foot.
square which becomes blobby
May 1961