receiving rouge.. a poetic response to Rouge performed by Julie Andrée T. May 4, 2012
by Mimi
receiving rouge
black & white it begins
white rolls unrolled
on a black floor
stark a star without ambience
radiant off
the lights are submarines
dangling in space
no wings
white tape winged out
little runways
not straight
silver wires hung from heaven
kinkless shoots
a horizontal clothesline
a contrail cuts through
she julie arrives ado-less
silver & white almost stark not quite
with a pepper in hand red
she eats it her face is gone
her mouth a maw stretches inhabits it
only her eyes are bored up wrapped around
punch pink red dribbles down
over her white t-shirt skirt legs feet
the nice white floor paper
red is the first mar
who said fertile
christina?
crisp i can hear it cold maybe
splat rain red mulching bits
a chipmunk she cannot talk
what is the red? what color is this?
wait wait it is in her
on her red
"what color is this?"
language begins
what is it what?
we understand answer
begin our language
our hearing in (tune)
she is not a dancer her body is a drupe
she is pear heavy flat-footed
she does not lift her body she drops it
we are the baby the audience
language the tissue
wrapping disintegrating
the stage grows bright
red drums the words
lose meaning
everything is domestic
they said a few items & artistry
this is the dollar store & everything
every stage we ever knew
or dreamt or saw or worried about
she is 2nd place red
crepe paper & yarn
the lights are spilling spinning searching
the fans the music
her rosary is a strand of apples
how many times can we leave it eden
the "what color is this" religion?
on the phone the red phone
red loses meaning
whatever it had is gone at last
it is a tone dial tone
everything nothing
meaning talking
waiting walking
the rules of language are changing
green becomes red
there is no chance not to be
we piss root red
we brush gum red
we play wait walk red
what is red red what is not red
male female in out word sound
movement stillness red
now that she is kneeling
now that she is hunched & heaving
now that she is in trouble
we care we care we care
is it too late?
disaster the lights the shadows
this is what nothing produces
the effect of something
as stark produces red
you must stage banal
to emerge from it
to erect drama
drama is light speed
a graffiti outburst
here come the men
the hormones
the hard hats the spray cans
the canvases convulsing
the hockey gloves punching
the garden party brawl
this is a version of inversion
an adolescent rage
the noise of our oppressor
our minds our insides
the rush of blood
the screaming guitar
the i don't care
& after the noise
the flower girl picks up again
& strews red petals in a lane
her voice defames her defames you me us
herself her stupidity her wishes
her pace changes her sanctity
& out of the trunk still more comes
her chest her dowry what she was given to work with
a little white self a skeleton a child
set on her knee like a puppet
a dummy it answers "red"
what color is this?
she opens its skull
its brains are red
berries loss of speech
too much information not enough
brain juice stolen property
speak until you cannot speak
jam it in wittgenstein
"what can be shown cannot be said"
so change the rules
what does it mean now
fertility domesticity restriction
defiance sex prostitution
rage war death witchery?
we're back to the beginning
full unable to speak
given to speaking being spoken to
head on skull on brain in pepper sprayed
a skeleton a child
holding a berry
a meme
a variation a mutation
puts out her hand
here now a reflection
a first reflection
she owns
a face
war paint distinguishes
i will be your host
will you be my host
give it back no
this is war war
at the wall
she regurgitates it
as she was taught to do
what is art but the process
that gets us there
vomit
clifford the red dog
barks barking the same as us
a rough echoing red
she is dressing now
in twisted feathers
at war war now war
the music blips a subterranean wind
the red construction papers
are treaties broken
agreements made dropped constructed why?
a card in each hand overhead
the red card penalty ref
the red metal medicine
poured out on her back
red of course
a death from inside
a deep deep wound
a sputtering gargle
a gurgle blood
internal
a native cry
a fountain
nauman
besparkled red a spirit
death or an interim
then night then velvet then
the street the snow
red light police
butt cheeks red taking abuse
a zipper a comb everything quick him
high heels for her
slow that woman down
legs only high heels
hunting a horn a night a mate
if the answer is masturbation
the question is a dildo
language what color is
red she said red red red
the chant of sex
the answer of it
reality of it
deal with it
the party of the chair
of the laugh of the crowd of the wicked
the car show the woman the whispering yes
the seen but unheard red carpet walk
the cackle of brass the wrap of trash
the caught up in call & response
the night club pump pulse beat
the scream yell crawl of it
the emptiness of it
she is a silhouette
a bumper sticker
more powerful than ever
barbed
a competition an inheritance
a success a reproductive death
she is divining seeking
scratching the canvas
making thunder in the holler
the lights are bright the space is wasted
her feelers are walking sticks bowed
insufficient bending sprung
there are band aids on her knees
not enough
a ball of yarn red
pulled across her eyes
a victim what color is she is this?
higher & higher shouting
she is two women
her voice cracks
between calm & alarm
answering herself
she opens
a black sharpie applies
from fingertips to breast to waist
a skeleton shadow of bones
paints her palms & soles blue
balances balances
blue to her head
a new meme
until thick blue burbles
out her mouth
is this the end or the beginning
blue or the end of red
(written during & after the performance by A K Mimi Allin who agrees with Lane, Julie is a shaman)
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