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Intro
02:28
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I, Audience
05:15
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Mirroring and one another,
this is a singularity.
Mirroring and one another,
one contingent reality.
Depending on that -
Every single motion
every bit of history
make up my record
reflect in my patterns
reflect in my gestures
manifest in my perspective.
These pictures of you are pictures of me
These pictures of me are pictures of you
Are pictures of you and me and you
and we move in circles.
Play the flickers
Replay, replay!
Acting and writing:
I am the audience!
Who put me here?
Who is in charge?
I’m not good with movies
And these pictures ...
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3. |
Oh Joy
04:18
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Up and down the room I stride
Everything vanished, everything altered
Her pale face appearing
She: severe and ingenuous
Me: finding comfort
I should have hated her smiling.
I was not long in coming to myself
Something rousing me,
exciting me,
making me restless.
Wide open eyes
Persistent
Staring and I
Start to feel uncomfortable.
„I am a sick man
I am a spiteful man
I am an unattractive man
I believe my liver is diseased.“
So, where are you from?
How’s your dad and mom?
And why did you leave them?
Come, my dear, come closer
I am, perhaps, even worse than you
I will, in any case, be there for you
Come, my love, come to my home
I will be there, waiting for you ...
„I am not your saviour
I am a blackguard, a scoundrel
I am an egotist, a sluggard
You all should go to hell -
I just want to drink my tea.
Save you from what?
I wanted to wring out your tears
Your humiliation, your hysteria
I shall never forgive you.“
(Lyrcis adapted from Fjodor Dostojewskis
„Notes from the Underground“)
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Eve
06:27
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„All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.“
(Beckett)
So I start over. We.
On the backseat
While we’re travelling
Eyes all forward (and now)
Moving backwards.
Repeatedly repeating
On the frontseat
While we’re pondering
Paths all open (and then)
All movements closed.
Repeatedly repeating
In the rear trunk
While we’re converging
Skin is all ...
Estranged again.
We - close.
Close the case.
Close the books.
Close the hearing.
Close the case.
(So I start over.)
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