22.05.2018
NOTES FROM A SEMINAR: MIGRANT NARRATIVE #3
Mai 2018
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen
A show of hands for attendance in body at least.
The sky a clingfilm blue blanket
And we’re already slick like otters
Sticking already to seats with legs
Pooling already away.
According to attendance we’re diminishing and dwindling.
Detox-drink blasted spinach demonstratively,
kick self for demonstration,
open book mime reading,
make auto pilot notes:
„It points to the fact that //
the sky //
a palimpsest //
ties into //
each part of time //
whether we stay or come back //
leave from A and arrive by B //
a meanwhileness that means //
we are all migrants //
according to the text //
‘in their phones were antennas and these antennas sniffed out an invisible world’ //
until it is suddenly no longer possible //
to send messages“
(we do anyway)
Hi
(under the table)
Hola chica
(comparing imposter syndromes)
she must have made a mistake
(from across the seminar room)
No way am I that good
(skeptical reply)
(gratitude for compliment)
(yellow smiling angel face // blue halo)
The falling rubble of thunder cracks the sky lengthways
and the dome of the leaking library
we call The Brain
quivers ominously.