The first word I learned to say is guaita. My paternal grandmother would take me for a walk in the trolley, and as we wandered around she would point at things with her finger and say: “Guaita Laia, guaita!”. She spoke a particular Catalan, she would say guaita instead of mira (look at). Guaitar means to watch carefully, analysing what is observed. Vigilant. Jo guaito 👀️ 

/ˈgwaj.tə/ 




ABOUT

NOTEBOOK 💬️

RESEARCH BIENNALE

Alternative Explorer Performs an Algofiction


SAN MEI GALLERY

Collective Ritual of Longing


DIS/CONNECT

Communication in the Age of Isolation


METAL

El Arte de Hackear


MANIFEST INFÀNCIA I PANTALLES

El risc de les pantalles


ON THE DESK

ADG Laus


HANDLE WITH CARE

Actas BAU Design Forum 2017


© 2023 Laia Miret



POEMS


These are mostly horny poems or little romantic writings.



ATM


GOING TO THE ATM
TENDER MAINTENANCE:
USE IT TO UPSET ROUTINES
GIVE SPACE TO CONFLICT
A RANGE OF RAGE



A kebab at midnight


WE ARE HUNGRY

I AM GLAD
IT TAKES SO LONG
TO FIX THE GRILL

BECAUSE MEANWHILE

WE ARE QUEUING

YOU ARE HOT

AND I AM GETTING COOKED

BY YOU

BECAUSE YOU ARE
HOT

AND YOU ARE COOKING
ME

MY MEAT BURNS
HOLDING YOUR FINGERS
INSIDE

IN AND OUT
IN AND OUT
IN AND OUT
IN AND OUT

WAITING FOR THE KEBAB
TO GET COOKED
I AM GETTING COOKED

BY YOU





Green Zentai


NONE OF THIS
HAPPENED
FOR IN MY MEMORY
IT’S ALIVE

A DUSTY ARCHIVE
OF SCRATCHED PROJECTIONS

OF A GREEN SCREEN
AND A GREEN ZENTAI

WITHOUT A WALL
WITHOUT LIGHT





Saliva and air


I BREATHE YOUR BREATH
KISS THE KISSED
SPIT TO WET
EAT EACH OTHER
WE HAVE MET





IMY


YOU ARE NOT HERE
BECAUSE
YOU
DON’T DESIRE ENOUGH
BEING HERE

THIS IS WHY I WRITE THIS
BECAUSE
I
HAVE TO THINK ABOUT YOU
BECAUSE
YOU ARE NOT HERE
BECAUSE
YOU
DON’T DESIRE ENOUGH
BEING HERE

THIS IS WHY

YOU ARE NOT HERE




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(D0N’T CL1CK ME)




Local warming
and playmate crisis


A ROCK IS MELTING
IT’S NOT A ROCK,
IT’S AN ICEBERG

THAT IS LOOKING AT YOU
LOOKING AT ME

AT THE WATERFALL

A ROCK IS MELTING
IT’S NOT A ROCK,
IT’S A WATERFALL

YOU MELT ME

LOOKING AT YOU
LOOKING AT ME
LOOKING AT YOU
LOOKING AT ME

HOW DO YOU DO

WE ARE ON FIRE




Party


CAN YOU SEND ME
A PICTURE OF YOU?

WHAT IS
YOUR LAST NAME?

ALL MY CELLS
ARE DANCING
TO THE MELODY
OF AN INCONVENIENT
FANTASY

TENDER PORN
SOUNDTRACK

HORMONES
IN RAVE MODE

CAN YOU SEND ME
A PICTURE OF YOU?

HOW IS
THE PARTY GOING?

A VIRUS
IS DANCING
TO THE MELODY
OF AN INCONVENIENT
REALITY

Ill


FIRE
FILE
FILL
FALL
CALL
-

FIRE
FILE
FEEL
FALL
CALL
CALM






St. Paul’s Carnival


FROM 10PM TO 25:23
TRANSLATE TO ENGLISH:

VAM COMPARTIR UNA PASTILLA
- MITJA PER TU
- MITJA ME LA FOTS A LA BOCA

SABIEM
QUE JUST FEIA 5 MINUTS
S’HAVIA LLOGAT
L’ÚLTIMA HABITACIÓ DE L’HOTEL

PERÒ EL PARKING
ESTAVA PLE, TAMBÉ,
DE POLS I OLI

DOS COTXES VAN PASSAR
PER APARCAR
I MIRAR
- LES MEVES MANS GUARRES,
- EL TEU CUL CONTRA EL PARA-XOCS,

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ON ELS CONDUCTORS MIRAVEN
I MAI APARCAVEN