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Going underground | Hanging on
“Yeees, yes - I’ll be there soon, promise.”
Kristian Bust, my photographer, already sounds half-drunk and it isn’t even noon yet.
“Are you drunk Bust? We’re working! I’ll come to you - where are you now?… Connection lost.
It’s May the first and the sun is pounding. Perfect weather for the general strike. In Denmark it’s customary to allow half a day off for the strike ... It’s a strike, don’t ask permission, just do it. Leave.
But it’s not like that anymore. Actually it’s never been like that for as long as I can remember. What are we striking for? Higher wages, shorter hours, longer pensions? Got to be something worth fighting for, right? A catchy Beastie Boys line pops into my head and, merging with a parade, I start humming: “You gotta fight for your right to Paaaaaaartay.”
As I walk towards ‘Fælledparken’ – the destination of the Copenhagen May 1 parades and the nucleus of entertainment, speeches and alcohol consumption in Copenhagen over the next ten hours – I see a banner that reads “Abolish Capitalism”.
Maybe that’s it. Maybe a drastic set of reforms designed to reboot the world out of capitalism is what all this is about.
Maybe. But what does that even mean? What is capitalism exactly: how do you get rid of it and what’s the alternative? I go back to humming.
Fælledparken is enormous and Bust is nowhere to be found. I try calling him again, but there’s no connection. Did he switch it off?! Is my trusted photographer abandoning me on this sacred day of left-wing super-soaked socialising?
Hey, maybe that’s it: socialising! Could that be what it’s about? I look around. There sure are a lot of people; that’s social right? I can see the banner now: “Just be social” – doesn’t get more meaningful than that. I raise my fist, but as I turn around to announce my new slogan and infuse the confused masses with existential ambrosia I realise that I’m too late.
They’ve already heard it. “Just be social” is already the mantra of the May the first general strike. We are not socialists, or communists – there’s no new world order coming. It’s already here. What could any ‘ideology’ possibly have to offer us? We’ve already got everything we want – right? Nothing left to do but celebrate. Get hammered. Be social.
I feel nauseous all of a sudden. Must be the sun. Where is Bust? I need a familiar face. Still no connection. I lock my eyes to the ground and start plowing through the seemingly endless masses of flesh, piss and beer that fill this sunny day. I reach the exit, and as I gaze back at the masses from afar, another song pops into my head. Lou Reed’s tragic voice starts moaning: “Oh, it’s such a perfect day/I’m glad I spent it with you/Oh, such a perfect day/You just keep me hanging on/you just keep me haa-anging on.”
Not long ago the art-initiative Edition Copenhagen invited graphic artist Erik A Frandsen to use its space and tools for a four-year period, and here is the result: an exhibition of works that range from photography and silkscreen to silver print and linoleum. Come to the opening – it’s free admission.