Antonio Vivaldi and Muhammad Ali are forced to share a crowded festival tent somewhere in southern Poland. Inside the screen is just a bottle of absinthe, an Atari 1986 and Joe Strummer's old Telecaster. The dense fog of sweated out beer and sweet smoke vibrates to a the euphoric dance steps of a mad crowd. Karl Marx arrows from shadow to shadow to spray bible quotes on the tent walls. Everything is recorded in silence.

The image of this unthinkable carnival was invoked in 2008 in a torn ...