ODG209: DISORGANISM / A Thyrsus
A Thyrsus
In the dust and tragedy under Čelet’s bed, in the tiny attic room where he dwelt, lay a long-forgotten cardboard box containing incomplete letters from old lovers; voices on cassettes from a previous time and a photo booth likeness of himself from a former life- poor, hunted, glowing.
It can only have been for a matter of moments that the Disorganism had been placed on the floor in this room and yet one morning in the early innocent 2000s, T. Čelet returned to the empty club, freshly desolated, to be confronted with 7 voices in full flow. How it had rendered sound from magnetic tape we don’t need to understand, such are its tongues, but Čelet fell onto all fours under the sound being formed around him from the flies at the window, from the calls in the street, abandoned instruments and, after hollow decades, the voice of Maya Horiuchi.
Such lonely and exquisite agony, as this perfect ghost-lover gorged on his current self. He could only writhe and rotate like some arthritic sleeper, desperate to placate their tortured bones. And his dance became the music and music his dance as he pleadingly groped for something to hold onto.
At some point he had managed to start recording and what arose is a reliquary of the incident; the pine cone atop the ivied shaft.
Soaked in sweat he fell out into the bustling street below, blinded in the watery white sunlight, clutching fistfuls of tangled tape and whispered,
” …a thyrsus!”
Čelet, Thébru
Les Batignolles - 2003
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