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Architects of the universe, we are miracle-workers... (Mayakovsky, 1918)<br />

Following Agota Kristof’s trilogy presented at the KunstenFESTIVALdesArts in 2000, De<br />

Onderneming is focusing its attention on the ideals and ups and downs of ‘the new man’. Their<br />

inspiration is Vladimir Mayakovsky, the great futurist poet who committed suicide by shooting<br />

himself in 1930, thirteen years after the October Revolution which he helped mastermind and of<br />

which he was one of the most fervent propagandists.<br />

Ca va! presents a world without solutions because there are no problems! Unless the reverse is<br />

not true…<br />

De Onderneming comes from (free) enterprise, a concept – as everyone knows – salvaged by<br />

those western Yank-ropean capitalists. Er… let’s start again. De Onderneming comes from<br />

“ondernemen” which means to undertake. There are several people who make up De<br />

Onderneming: some of them like staging a repertoire, others insist on sticking to contemporary<br />

works not made for theatre but which they then adapt: novels, novellas, poetry etc. They only<br />

write at the very last minute because they don’t want to have anything fixed on paper, preferring<br />

to try everything on stage first. This is why they are handing over here to the person who<br />

inspired them: Vladimir Mayakovsky as described by himself in his own biography “Myself”.<br />

The subject<br />

I am a poet. And as such, interesting. This is what I am writing about. Like on the beauties of<br />

nature in the Caucasian mountains when I love them or am excited by them – only if that can be<br />

decanted into words.<br />

Memory<br />

Burliuk said, “With Mayakovsky memory is like the road to Poltava. Everyone leaves their rubber<br />

overshoes on it. As for me I can remember neither dates nor faces. All I remember is that in<br />

1100 there were some Dorians or other migrating to I don’t know where. I can’t remember the<br />

details of it, but it must have been a big event.<br />

Third memory<br />

Practical basic knowledge. Night. Behind the wall my mother and father are always whispering.<br />

Subject – the piano. I couldn’t sleep. There was a phrase that kept nagging away at me. In the<br />

morning I started running: “Papa, what does “staggering payments” mean?” I really liked the<br />

explanation.<br />

The extraordinary<br />

Seven years old. I occasionally accompany my father into the mountains when he has to inspect<br />

the forests. A storm. Night. We are walking in a cloud. I can’t even see my father.<br />

A winding path. It seems my father catches his sleeve on the branch of a wild rose. Held back,<br />

then released, it crashes across my cheeks. Screaming a bit I pull out the thorns. I am<br />

disoriented by the cloud, and by pain. Under my feet the cloud disappears – I see the sky lit up.<br />

It is electricity. Prince Nakachidze’s riveting factory. Having seen “electricity”, I lost all interest in<br />

Nature.<br />

First book<br />

In the genre of Dondon Agafia. Perhaps a hen. If I’d only come across books like that then, I<br />

would have given up reading for good. The second, fortunately, was Don Quixote. Now that’s a<br />

book. I made myself a wooden sword and armour and hit anyone who tried to encircle me.<br />

Examinations<br />

Have moved. From Bagdadi to Koutais. Entrance exam for the secondary school. Didn’t want to<br />

do it. Asked me about the anchor (on my sleeve) – I knew the answer. But the priest wanted to<br />

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