Documenta poppies

Searching for Oz with Dorothy, through the fields of poppies, the project of Sanja Ivekovic, getting tired, sleepy...and being awoken, with the sounds of revolutionary songs emanating from the soil, like voices inside the flowers, singing through the red and the green, under the cloudy skies of Kassel, to stimulate the ears of visitors, to incite or refer to legacies of lost upheavals, and pointing to, or making aware of the horizon always there, of certain promises or potentials: the songs both come to index as well as embody, according to the logic of the voice and its musicalities, history's stirring. But when I am there, I don't hear anything...all silent, sleeping with Dorothy, the voices quieted by the gentle breeze of other thoughts...