Lullaby for all the hangovers past and to come, 2019
dans le cadre de l'évènement VEDMA lors du festival SOIR, Brasserie Beaubien et dans le cadre du festival Tanthem, appartement privé, Montréal.Introduction : My drunkenness is a transmissible family trait, a predetermined and inescapable tendency bestowed upon the children of the degenerates, the poor, the uneducated, the overworked.
CULTURE, MORALITY, TEMPERANCE, MANNERS WILL SAVE POOR
To despise a lack of self-control and to attribute success and respectability -indeed moral itself- to the power of a disciplined will
civility, self-control, disease, false science, health, the sweat of sectarian convulsive seizures, foolish predictions, temperance, scrupulous naiveté / a civilized person has to be convinced that if they failed to integrate social norms-------------- then they would become ill
our frail and sick incandescent bodies
the escape
into a rift
where time stops flowing and the space is fragmented and
we fall
deconstructed adventures
and the narrative frames are superimposed and decomposed and
when we wake up we
feel our bodies that have become whole
and empty again
(our bodies that were,
six hours ago,
a multiplicity of vibrant excited contradictory energies)
our holistic bodies back in the world of time where minutes are minutes
and
in the silence
to feel several soft
and unpleasant sensations
and
our attentions are no longer playful and chaotic explosions
our attentions are slow and dissipated pain
and
our whole body tries in an effort of syncretism
to merge with the world around them
/ the world-bed /the world-heat /the world-other-bodies/ the world-undone-sheets
livind dead subject : escaping the repetitive mundanity of a machine culture in which the body is imbibed by both capitalism and patriarchy
wound culture and ------- female drunk
everytime I drink I hope
to never reconnect with rational reality and stay in an explosion-like state 4ever
we want the irrational to carry our instincts to the intoxicating will of the depths of our asphyxiated and stirring bodies
the inside of our mouths tastes like hot concrete
(l'intérieur de nos bouche goute le béton chaud)
the irrational chose us we had a body and energies that knew that the night would give a vital sense to our criticism of Cartesianism we had located in the irrational the only chance we had to overcome the deadly effects of the disembodiment of thought on our way of life, thinking, enjoyment
the inside of our mouths tastes like hot concrete
(l'intérieur de nos bouche goute le béton chaud)
the inside of our mouths tastes like hot concrete
(l'intérieur de nos bouche goute le béton chaud)
photo: Tanthem