Antonine I cried reading Artaud I cried looking out the window, The world Loaded with veils Decomposed veils, I get close to the window to see The window bites my face I am terrified Now everybody can see through my conscience, Five drops of liquid fall on my face Where did they come from? From the inside space, I look out the window again I can see babies and they are 9 They are living in a wet house, on the first floor and second floor With 4 windows and a door, Hades was in the back of the house, Their mothers are not home Stranger women are looking after them, Little babies you will grow foreigners to your mothers I cried reading Antonine today. The bird I was sleeping on a branded sofa, Next to me was an angel He was breathing Air from a lemon tree, While I was wrestling with my dreams He was lying peacefully with a sugary face Sucking all the power for the following days. I was trying to mend the furies within my blood stream By seizing the flow from brain to below, When all of a sudden A bird very strange With an incredible song Flew at my window To make us feel present, Not miss the world… I’ve tried to awake the angel For him to hear the trill But I didn’t go on He was sleeping too deeply. Children know Children know everything They have eyes everywhere On Jupiter, On Mars, On the Milky Way, Back Home, In the top of the tree, In the back of my life, In the hen house, In the cell, In my heart, In my memories, In the plum stone, In your flesh, In my smile, In my hand, In your sight. But the language We adults teach them Can’t express The vastness they know. And we adults Remain Unlearned.
Ileana Gherghina Bio:
I trained as a theatre actor and director but have drifted towards performance art and live art in the past seven years. I have founded a company that produces theatrical work with a strong performance art, video and visual art influence (Nu Nu Theatre). I also work with poetry, photography,video and dramatic texts. I am part of LAPER (Live Art and Performance Group) Oxford.
I have presented my pieces in the UK (where I live and work) and across Europe.
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