Parmi la foule. Episode 4.

 Yesterday I did a performance. It was called My dirty skirt. There was a little bit too much drama in it which I intend to take out for the one to come. Thank you. Stop. Music. I didn’t.  True. I am not a musician. I very much like certain sounds, sequences of sounds. We wait. We wait until it is certain you are on that bus. I thought I was innocent. I always thought I was innocent. Touch the wall, take some steps, touch the directed person. This morning. This morning my appointment seemed to be unscheduled. So I heard at the place where the appointment should take place. I thought I didn’t mind. It is a very human thing to forget to schedule appointments. I went for a long ride on my bike. And bought tons of clothes on the secondhand market. Wrangler, Dickies, Levi’s, Ralph Lauren, The North Face. Tsssss. I will do. I will do everything slowly. Especially the thinking and the doing. Especially the knowhow and the knowing. Ha. With the heart. Ha. Stop. Teaching is not a friend of art. It’s been a week since I did the performance. Without any last number. No last number. No love last number. No number to be last. No number to love and last. Because we are coming. In long sleeved shirts. With some uncertainty.

Parmi la foule. Episode 3.

 My dirty skirt.

This is how things are. I practice a lot. To wear all my clothes at the same time. And my dirty skirt.  Stop. To combine poetry with construction. And with an apricot. My dirty skirt. In the middle of the crowd. With this instrument. I cannot play. I bring my thermos everywhere, with words I cannot. My dirty skirt. Did I say. This skirt these  words. In the middle of the crowd. I smell like an apricot. Round and about. Round and about. We wait. We wait for the exact route. To fly. To how things are. I don’t mind. I practice a lot. So for you to hear open circles round and about. We wait. My skirt and I. Bring my thermos everywhere . Not saying anything I will be done. I used to wear them all the time. Stuffed into my pants. Once outside…I practiced a lot. I practice a lot. My o my construction. My o my dirty skirt. O My o my pleased with unfitting words. In the middle of the crowd. Side ways and thataways. Open your mouth this music ensemble, to wear this keep your breath this is how things are just extract the poetry practice keep the drama king far from my dirty skirt my my skirt my dirty skirt. My diiiiiiiiiiiiiiirty skirt. To fly and about. In the middle of the crowd. This is how things are. I practice a lot.

Parmi la foule. Episode 2.

 They are going to talk to me in French only. I have to study harder. Or what am I to do? In these spaces. Isolated spaces, a dentist practice. So probably the whole neighborhood went to check their teeth over there. Now or in a while something completely different will be transformed in their heads. Yesterday I went to the opera that had its première in 1930, Aufstieg und Fall der Stadt Mahagonny. Next to me a woman was combing her hair constantly with her hands. It was a tick I think. The leader of the Mädchen, Jenny, was my favorite. There was a constant filming camera on the stage and a large screen that showed it all almost simultaneously. That was very nice. I slept a lot as well.

I am not so consequent. Maybe because I am easily bored. And when I am bored I get tired. When I get tired I get irritated about myself being not able to do the things nicely and in harmony.  That’s why I take breathing lessons. I am a very good teacher. Yesterday I finished a painting completely different and opposed to what I intended to make. I film myself ( or do I have to say shoot ), and other things that are very interesting. Colorful, I am afraid. Lots of shades of brown. I walked past a piece of paper that ‘look’. I wished I had picked it up.

The weather is sweaty. When I was little and even somewhat bigger, I used to think that people working in the swimming pool were like ‘the chosen’, very responsible and highly intelligent. They need to be able to act as quick as possible, sitting on a plastic chair all the time.