coca party

 

a small italian room. in a small italian town. outside of venice. barred door closed, people inside. smoking.

we’re never going to get away with this. said sinking. what where you thinking ? when you said you’d. cooperate with the police. anger increase : what did they ask you ?

and what was he supposed to say. what he was supposed to say. manslaughter overhead, hanging. he was the weak link, the kink. when the old man was put under the police. car charging demonstrating place. in this town not ten years ago. before carlo dies. then carlo dies. with devastation and sacking in his face. in another place closer to the other ocean : G8 two-thousand and one. over his head hanging, jailtime waiting : more than twenty years wasting inside. say what we was supposed to say. couldn’t get away, he had to cooperate.

five people inside.

and what was i supposed to say ? i couldn’t get away : they know all our numbers. when you called the other day, i just couldn’t say. we were organizing the others. our brothers. the demonstration is ten days away anyway. they’ve been listening to all our conversations. but not for that. an investigation is underway. over anthony and blow. blow is the main question.

blow is the main question.

silence insinuates. smoking cinders drop. she sara says it said sinking, stop : shit. we’re in for it.

anthony is under investigation. he moves more blow each week. more than we thought. and they know our numbers. listening to all conversations. sara ziggy gabri marco me. five people inside. that’s why i tried. to organize this time. we’ve got to get our stories straight.

he luca takes no time to hesitate : we shouldn’t say a thing. it’ll blow by anyway. with more than twenty years wasting inside overhead hanging. he’s one of two with no other one. take the Movement away and he’s nowhere. to stay – twenty years raging outside, from the nineties to today. a million things yesterday, far away : first year uni panther baptizing, eighteen old and. taking ahold of everything. next years in social center occupation. mexican multitudes marching, zapatista rebellion burning. taking ahold of everything. no global, no borders, antiglobalization activist – another world is possible. insisting : new global. slogan singing shield slinging white overall disobedient resistance freeing. migrant prisons, dismantled underhand. hundreds of thousands of vows and vindications claiming, reappropriating. taking ahold of everything. ten years  without tears up to two-thousand : blitz smash dash action against. war banks sending tanks, police State feeds. on fear and corporate greed. dignity never undone doing. before carlo dies.

then carlo dies.

marco tries : are you out of your fucking mind ? do you know what you’re saying ? with more than twenty years wasting inside. over your head hanging. and it’ll blow by anyway ? you say. they’ve been listening to all our conversations. over anthony. the blow is the main question. but i don’t know anything. marco doesn’t know a thing. he’s just living with ziggy. ziggy knows something, ziggy blows some. things need to be set straight, luca. but marco knows ziggy blows some. are all of you involved ? looking at ziggy.

marco, look. ziggy stoops : me they interrogated too. three days or so ago i was summoned. and they know our numbers. you’re involved beyond all because you’re living with me. you know i blow. but maybe you don’t. know i blow bad. sara luca gabri and me. we’ve been buying. more blow than we can hold. and they know our numbers. we’ve got to get our stories straight. and you’re under investigation.

marco doesn’t know. marco doesn’t blow. but he’s been living with ziggy.

marco dies : you fucking mother fuckers ! you snorting monkey suckers, how much blow have you been buying ? how much more are you lying for ? i’m not covering for your fucking asses. you’ve got to get your stories straight. we’ve got to tell the others.

she sara says : stop. stories straight – ziggy is the latest, three days or so ago summoned. luca was done more days before, something like seven. and me thirteen. all three have been to see. the list of our conversations. from my phone to his, from zig’s to his, luca and gabri too. you’ve just been living with ziggy. luca ziggy gabri you me. five people inside. we’ve got to get our stories straight. and not involve the others.

gabri’s got teeth gritting. getting nervous all the while. i don’t know if we’re going good. i don’t know. if we’ve got anywhere to go. gabri’s got nowhere to go. he’s one of two with no other one.  he’s nowhere if. the Movement goes fading – ten years more, outside raging. after carlo dies. from that day in july. one after two-thousand. ten more years outside raging. police State succeeds extending, terrorism rise. in permanent september. G8 exemplary fate : devastation and sacking, State repression goes unpunished. one dead, dozens at diaz. never condemned. shot in the head. red rivers on piazza pavement, school halls, jail stalls. never condemned. continuing, fascist frenzy. gabri helps he. is resisting with others. but under. something taking a hold. along the ten years more, inside raging. can’t make it changing. the world with only five inside. must make it more changing ten years, saving. from festal friendly to final furor, blow more to keep going. blow more before breaking. police lines tracing close behind. blow more years ten more. resistance blowing but. under something a hold taking, inside. blow more to keep go. blow blaming breaking closed. blow lines, imploding inside. blow lines breaking down, outwardly sound : inside crumbling. go blow. blow more. something taking hold. years ten since shot in the head and. carlo dies. must blow. must blow. blow more : dust.

blow more dust.

gabri’s got something getting. at him inside he’s not giving. can’t blame him, gabri’s got nowhere to go. gabri tries saying : guys i’ve got something giving. we’ve got to get our stories straight. some of the numbers. but wait.

but luca takes no time to hesitate : first our stories. are straight – no one involves the others. five people inside. sara gabri ziggy marco me. but gabri tries : wait. but luca takes no time to hesitate : i said what i had to say, i’ll cooperate. get them the stem, the source. anthony is under investigation. the cops’ll cooperate.

gabri but wait.

but luca continues at rate : the cops’ll cooperate. get them the stem, the source. anthony is under investigation and we’ll turn him in. get them the stem, get him in and we’ll get it again. i know the source.

gabri but wait.

but luca restates : him in and us again. have got the source, blow more we’ll need no more. less than before, i know the source. anthony in and we’ll begin to get it again from the source. more.

gabri but wait.

but luca defies fate : the cops’ll cooperate. five people inside. more blow. anthony no more. inside.

gabri can no longer wait : he says it said sinking, stop : shit. i too have been taken in. sara says our stories are straight. sara summoned she thirteen, luca done days before. but ziggy isn’t the latest. i too am into it. and they’ve got us again. they’ve got our numbers, not only our numbers. i’ve seen the list. i’ve learned the rest. and they’ve got us again. they’ve got not only our numbers but the others. the numbers of our brothers. but much more than our brothers they’ve got other numbers. numbers needed dialing. from what we’ve been hiding. have you called from the radio ? gabri can no longer wait. they’ve got all the numbers, even the others. more than our brothers. numbers indeed dialed from the radio. but i’ve not said it all : did you dial from the meeting hall ? gabri is irate : that’s not all, i’ve seen numbers. more than these others : who called from the union phone ? gabri now groaning : and who did dial from the coop office ? gabri going : who sealed deals on the social center cell ? gabri’s gone : goddamn man, did all indeed dialing. gabri’s gone mad : all five inside. from all our work behind. ten years – before carlo dies. then carlo dies – ten years more. all five here inside did dial. ten years and ten more of all our work in mind. they’ve got our numbers. building a case. dialed indeed from : coop office. union. hall. social center. radio. ten years before carlo dies. then carlo dies. then again : ten more years. all our work behind. all our organization in mind they’re building a case. from these five inside. not only our numbers but all the others and all the structures. gabri gone : twenty years of Movement. blown for dust.

blown for dust.

gabri’s gone and marco forlorn. ziggy’s snorting a line, sara aside. luca thinks to speak. five people inside. just like before carlo dies. then carlo dies. twenty years of Movement. blown for dust.

luca thinks to speak.

blown for dust ? just like the rest ? think you speak to him too the cops ? rats in hats and nothing more. we’ve done more before to these whores. insist : five people inside. cops’ll cooperate. more blow. anthony no more. get them the stem, get him in and we’ll get it again. gabri’s getting green from getting seen being he. they’ve got our numbers ? we’ve got theirs. who did dial from others and structures ? who cares. we dare, insist : deal did i and decide. five inside.

it said sinking, stop. silence. sara aside, ziggy’s nose bleeds. gabri’s gone. luca heaving. before carlo dies.

marco forlorn, he stands. no more. no more blow. done being dust. ten and ten years. blown for what ? i’m going to the others. to our brothers. to the ones that got the numbers. done being dust.

marco forlorn, he walks to the door. luca says it said sinking : stop. marco in scorn, he turns from the door. barred door closed, five people inside. a small italian room. a small italian town. luca lifts his fist, in his grip. metal glint. luca says it said sinking : enough. marco. blown to dust. then carlo dies.

 

translation : jason francis mc gimsey