abjekt tala

Här ordsätter jag fragment av den översatta, avlyssnade, genomlevda och levrade rösten från platsen mellan, från det trinitäras terräng. Området mellan subjektets inhägnad och objektets bårhus.
Och återger terrängens (klyftans) litterära speglingar och vindlande spår.




She hungered for a different story - one to respell the world she knew




Fotnavlad

Fotnavlad
What we seek is love itself, revealed now and again in human form, but pushing us beyond our humanity into animal instinct and god-like success. There is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet... Jeanette Winterson. Love, the deadly wound from which my life slowly bleeds, there I am preserved ...Birgitta Trotzig

torsdag 3 december 2015

Omphalos



Does he measured it - the archaeologist in Apollo's temple in Claros?
It = the omphalos, the navel, the sign of the centre, the world's point of beginning...

Suddenly the so called breasts, or grapes, or testicles of Artemis of Ephesos starts shivering in my brain... imaging Artemis as the gathering body of all the omphaloi in the World.




... and then the wannabe comes along:














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