Lodeur du violon (FICTION) (French Edition)

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I sucked the lemons in his yard and they were lovely and he does not exist. P ronounced the same both times. RK and MK begin doing the mirror patty cake ie. The machine of exact memory is the machine of exact memory. They were exhilarating and were inspiration. My heart star shattered for you. In my longing I would become as a tree. Should I be as a tree? MK does a distorted cake walk dance as she says this and pronounces these words slowly and seductively. The literalization of the metaphor.

Its where I live. Paperclips and cheese slicers and sleighs. Cold places with the smallest parts lost in drifts of snow. And I could be a tree. You must understand this. In the hinterlands, in Norden, as a tree, with the Uruguayan who did steal my red Chinese bicycle and who does or does not exist. And if you have any heart at all you must attend carefully to language.

Rosamond S. King, Gabrielle Civil, & Madhu H. Kaza – BathHouse Journal

There are no laws about understanding. Recently I was sitting next to the artist and filmmaker Miriam Ghani at a performance and I asked if her current film project was fiction or documentary. She said it was both. I loved this answer as I have really become a person who prizes art that plays between fact and fiction.

I think of myself as a writer of prose fiction and non-fiction are not particularly meaningful distinctions in my work. I asked Miriam if the slipperiness between fact and fiction in her film was connected to its theme of Afghan politics. It goes further back, she said, to our folk tales.

Of course, and there must be other traces of this way of viewing reality and storytelling in all our histories. One blue slide projected. Years later Gabrielle asked me about the blue slides in this show. What was that, where did it come from, she asked. I was very clear about the blue and orange slides that punctuated the performance. I answer once again collapsing the literal and the metaphoric: Then almost any space was a space of possibility.

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This was desire and loss and a lot of hot air. Incomprehensible not that a gigantic balloon could whisk you to other worlds but that I had never been on one. Except maybe I had. Each book an atlas or almanac or grimoire. How for sure I had read Jayne Cortez and admired her verve and relentless honesty and rhythm and powerful black-woman- writer-ness and how badly I wanted that. And how claiming it was trying it on and flaunting it and becoming.

Fill the space with space. Fill the space with rice. Fill the space with laughter, with movement, with allusion, Pretense, pretension. Fill the space without flesh. Fill the space with hot combs better than potato lie Fill the space with hot comb. Fill the space with overblown words: Fill the space obviously—with language. I am a rock star. MK and RK repeat: I am a glorious meteor streaking across the sky. Once there was a boy who woke up one morning turned into a bug. This really happened in Detroit— Steam rising from manholes in plumes on deserted streets. We listen to techno going under the bridge over to Windsor.

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Well actually we may. But it was just a symbol. And it was thiis big. And you walked into the circus and you knew.

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These are my people. We are my people.

And there were slides and typewriters and lots of wine see you after the show and I said to Iggy: We are recognizing your genius and you need to recognize ours! We laughed, we cried. We used tropes with good humor, in excess, in abandon. We laid down the language for the future retelling.

It was and was not labor, elaboration. It is and is not exaggeration. We are and are not true. Actually, it is then. How we made characters of ourselves, built our artistic characters, writing and dancing and playing. How we desired and longed for and materialized—flashing slides of blue light, typewriter clicks, hips winding under the weight of a pail. How I love this play! How I love Gabrielle and Madhu and Rosa doing it then and doing it now. And they took it as a confirmation of their good fortune and fine intentions when, at the end of the ride, Grete stood up first and stretched her young body.

Kaza is a writer, translator, artist and educator based in New York City. Gabrielle Civil is a black feminist performance artist, originally from Detroit MI. She has premiered almost fifty original solo and collaborative performance art works around the world, including a year-long investigation as a Fulbright Fellow in Mexico and a trilogy of diaspora grief works after the earthquake in Haiti. GC We are actually already legendary. MK I never learned the subjunctive. RK Is this a job, or is it work?

MK RK begins typing. GC Hi, My name is Gabrielle. Slides projected 10 consecutive blank bright blue slides Lights fade up. MK RK does not hear her speak. GC Trying to fix the typewriter. MK Eating raw rice; after she begins eating the crunching sound is amplified, sounding not unlike a typewriter. Sincerely RK continues dictating softly to the typewriter. RK Interrupting Is that intimacy? MK Oui, je ne peux pas. GC and MK walk offstage. Or is it work? MK You say tomato. MK Is literalizing the metaphor is a sign of psychosis?

RK Is this a job or is it work? MK If I collapse the literal and the metaphoric is that a sign of psychosis? P ronounced the same both times RK If this is a job does it cease to be work? RK If this is a job does it cease to be work? Should it also be a job? MK Its where I live. RK This is our work should it also be a job?

MK Where I live. RK Is this work sincerely appreciated? GC Fill the space with space.


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GC I am fucking amazing! Je ne suis pas une pute mais c'est tout ce que je peux faire pour rehausser mes finances: Bref, j'ai pas le temps de me trouver un autre job. Je me demande comment j'ai fait, surtout que je me trouve pas franchement sexy comme mec: Il regarda les assiettes qu'il venait de poser en salivant presque d'envie.

Severus Snape en personne. Et un homme sur lequel Harry fantasmait depuis la fin de son adolescence. Annonca Lucius Malfoy assez rapidement. Connais-tu son nom entier au moins? Je le baise, je le paye, chacun y trouve son compte. Il fait de plus en plus froid. Mais juste cinq minutes. Putain, j'entends mon estomac grogner et c'est pas bon. Je cherche quelque chose des yeux pour me concentrer dessus. Sa grimace est suffisamment explicite. J'ai pas envie de le voir se foutre de moi.

Il me presse contre lui et l'odeur de son eau de toilette emplie mes narines. Et il est chaud. Mais le client est roi et il le sait parfaitement le bougre. Comment il a fait? La force de l'habitude sans doute. Il ne dit rien, se contentant de me serrer contre lui pendant que je me laisse un peu aller. Mais je jure que dans dix ans, je serai aussi connu que lui. Comme s'il m'avait pas assez foutu la honte pour ce soir. Cet endroit leur plairait. Commande toute la carte si tu veux, je t'invite. Qu'est-ce que je peux dire d'autre? Jamais Lucius n'a eu ce type de geste.