Asylum (Exit Strategies IV)

Deel IV van het videopoem-chapbook 'Exit Strategies (a bloodletting)' van David Tomaloff en mezelf wordt losgelaten.

De vorige drie vonden eerder al hun weg. Alle zes samen zullen ze worden gepubliceerd op Atticus Review  en op ARTS VISUALS & POETRY (en daar zijn we blij mee)

{IV} I come apart when the authorities arrive, spread across the room like an ocean doing
the same. I am reaching behind me now. Every morning with them was cause for another
string of misdemeanors. I talked on the phone then. I drew pictures of women and men
doing their best to relate to one another, like lines drawing lines upon lines, over and over
again, insecure. Dinner was the time of day reserved for crows and me. We gambled
excuses in exchange for a minute more before turning out the light. It is well past dinner
now, and the light has been out for days. The rafters are humming; bullhorns, relentless;
the fields are dividing; they know me by this name: Penance. Vibrant lights scribble non
sequiturs across cracked plaster. I am all lungs in here. IF THIS IS A BATTLE HYMN,
I AM THE DRUM, THE WINTER, AND THE HAMMER WHICH BEATS THEM
FORWARD. The men in plainclothes finish cigarettes while we wait.

Enfin, 't is klaar...

Asylum (Exit Strategies IV)



Woorden & stem: David Tomaloff
Concept, camera, montage & muziek: Swoon
Dank: Arlekeno Anselmo