Just a little dog: Michael March in conversation with Andreas Patenidis

Andreas Patenidis:  Only the future exists—?

Michael March:  There is no future—without the future. What should exist except the future? But getting there is the difficult part. For starters, we must descend the ancient Chinese ladder to the past—to consult the deities. They say—decline rules. “Unheard music is never sweet.” They whisper—visit the Festival.

AP:  It seems that we have been given more speed and power than we had wished. Do we live in a time of violence, speed and destruction? 

MM:  We’ve been loosely connected to ourselves for a long time—sitting on Freud’s lap—nibbling on Nietzsche’s ear—drinking from the eternal spring of Futurism—without regard to our own reflection. 

AP:  It appears that the stock markets have become weather forecasts. The economy is obsessed with production, but not our welfare. Did we unleash a daemon that we no longer control?

MM:  Just a little dog—every ten thousand years.

AP:  Back to the Festival. How has the Festival changed?

MM:  Change is the illegitimate heir of all abstractions. We never change—our thinking never changes—but that little dog is annoying.

AP:  Any change in your audience?

MM:  You must address the audience.

AP:  What is the main ambition of the Festival?

MM:  To remain in Prague.