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THE CHANT OF MEDUSA
Madhan / Frankovich / Croft
with sonic elements by Frances Libeau
To be spoken a-tonally, in unison and in traids
The planets are moving.
Earth is moving.
Continents move.
There is no Earth without a Sun.
No Sun without an Orb.
No Orb without a Temple.
No temple without a mountain.
No mountain without an ocean.
No ocean without fish.
No fish without
No Sun without an Orb.
No Orb without a Temple.
No temple without a mountain.
No mountain without an ocean.
No ocean without fish.
No fish without
jellyfish.
At the top of the mountain is Medusa.
At the bottom of the ocean is a snake.
At the end of the horizon is a sword.
At the tip of the sword is a head.
Inside this head there are eyes.
Inside these eyes are three eyes.
Inside these eyes is a monster.
I am the anticipated image.
I am the thing.
The thing itself is a thing.
Itself is not the thing.
It exists. It doesn’t not exist.
It is illusion.
I am illusion.
From my body might come a wave of shit, or vomit, or blood or some dysfunctional mother element or the entire Pacific Ocean.
Setting: A Lecture / A Town Hall / A Conference / An Intervention
A delicate dance of authorship and control.
Choreographic expression of the monstrosity of anger.
It is never everything you hoped.
It’s sometimes worse than you think.
It is sometimes a metaphor / It is sometimes not for you.
Choreographic expression of the monstrosity of anger.
It is never everything you hoped.
It’s sometimes worse than you think.
It is sometimes a metaphor / It is sometimes not for you.
You don’t want to see it / Run Away / Far Away
Films / stories / myths have lead me to believe my anger is destructive
eg. CARRIE.
I don’t agree
The Three act structure Act 1: exposition Act 2: rising action Act 3: climax / resolution
I am “trolling” the hero's journey,
the three act structure and
The 7 basic plots by rewriting them / I never got to see what I look like through my own eyes / I never got to build things in my own image/
All I have left is to steal your structures in order to write my own.
the three act structure and
The 7 basic plots by rewriting them / I never got to see what I look like through my own eyes / I never got to build things in my own image/
All I have left is to steal your structures in order to write my own.
Part one
Expectation. Eyes.
Tension. Promise.
Teasing. Power game.
I have it you don’t.
I stare. Is this it?
If we were in Berlin this would have been the whole show.
Bums on seats.
Anus on threads.
The black hole floating in the cosmos.
Full of shit.
I talk in unison. Theatre convention.
Direct address. Exposition.
Concise. Well choreographed.
Well distilled.
I am always translating the world. I am outside.
There is no space free from ideology.
Interpretations and stories and
myths and
paintings and
cum stains are read and
discussed.
Hesiod
Perseus
OvidHomer
PlatoCaravaggio
Rubens
Bocklin
Dante
Shelley
Yeats
Morris
Rosetti
Sartre
Nietzche
Deleuze
Guattari
Freud
Zizek
Foucault
Heidigger
Lacan
Jung.Nisha will cry.
Virginia will winge.
Julia will throw a
hissy fit.
Noone says a word.
This is all in silence.
I play my own body as if it were a strange instrument.
Strange sounds from a stranger body.
I move too quickly for you to decide what this means.
Intermission:
You may leave if you want.
(long pause)
Intermission:
Part two.
The meat. Marinating in a mixture of
+ olive oil
+ rosemary +
+ thyme +
+ milk +
+ ghee +
+ garlic +
+ ginger +
+ cumin +
+ mirin +
+ chilli flakes +
+ lemon juice + +
+ beef stock +
+ soy sauce +
+ crushed sage +
+ gelatin + + +
+ rice vinegar +
+ cornflour +
+ coriander powder +
+asafoetida +
+
and caraway seeds +
by a trio of celebrity chefs. A rising in tension created through sonic elements by Claire Duncan.
Nisha has an itch.
Julia has a UTI.
Virginia has pissed herself already.
Power tools appear. Weapons appear.
The universe appears / The universe within an anus /
My anus.
We are boiling down violence until there are just
bones
and
rage
and
grit.
I apologize for every action. I take it back.
I make noises you don’t recognise.
Someone in the audience giggles because they are uncomfortable.
I explain why there are no snakes.
Everything is repeated three times.
Everything is repeated three times.
Everything is repeated three times.
Everything is repeated three times.
I make triangle upon triangle upon triangle upon triangle upon triangle.
triangle 🔺 triangle
The string is wound too tight.
Rome is burning.
Your toes are on fire.You want to fuck me.
Someone has to be the protagonist.
Someone has to be the antagonist.
There has to be tension.There has to be resolution.
We have to solve the world inside this theatre.
Who is playing Medusa? I cannot decide.
You are a sharp intake of breath.
I am an inconvenience.
Intermission
you may leave
(long pause)
Intermission
⌛️️
Part three
A backwards scream.
Death metal.
The stage is smashed. I am submerged.
Substance is a metaphor.
Watch out for the spit or you slip.
This is like being in love.
This is like sacrificing a small rabbit with your bare hands.
This is the largest kitchen knife I won’t put back in the drawer but instead hold against your neck.
You don’t know whether this is a game anymore.
You call that a knife. This is a knife.
Death metal.
The stage is smashed. I am submerged.
Substance is a metaphor.
Watch out for the spit or you slip.
This is like being in love.
This is like sacrificing a small rabbit with your bare hands.
This is the largest kitchen knife I won’t put back in the drawer but instead hold against your neck.
You don’t know whether this is a game anymore.
You call that a knife. This is a knife.
You are never told why I am angry. That’s your job. Figure it out.
“Repetitions not only reproduce traumatic effects; they also produce them” says some dude called Foster. So we won’t mention what Neptune did. If you are confused, google it.
I am medusa. It is me. I am medusa. It is I.
I am hard.
Rock hard. Feel it.
Invert it.
I studied voice projection and articulation to deliver you these words.
I tried to do it with my body. I failed. This is a disappointment.
There is no reference. Or maybe there is.
Maybe I am jellyfish.
I tried to do it with my body. I failed. This is a disappointment.
There is no reference. Or maybe there is.
Maybe I am jellyfish.
I am ripping you off. This has been done in New York.
And London.
And Salford.
And Delhi.
And Shanghai.
And Hong Kong.
And West Yorkshire.
And Avignon.
And here.
And there.
And Paris.
And Perth.
And London.
And Salford.
And Delhi.
And Shanghai.
And Hong Kong.
And West Yorkshire.
And Avignon.
And here.
And there.
And Paris.
And Perth.
This is a mass castration party in your pants.
Can you see the snakes? Do you love them? I stayed up all night paper macheing them just
Can you see the snakes? Do you love them? I stayed up all night paper macheing them just
Can you see the snakes? Do you love them? I stayed up all night paper macheing them just
for you so that you could look at them on my head and say ‘wow the snakes look so realistic,
for you so that you could look at them on my head and say ‘wow the snakes look so realistic,for you so that you could look at them on my head and say ‘wow the snakes look so realistic,
how did you manage to detail the snake skin so intricately and wow you are so clever - howhow did you manage to detail the snake skin so intricately and wow you are so clever - how
how did you manage to detail the snake skin so intricately and wow you are so clever - how
on earth did you get the snakes to writhe around as if they were real on top of your head.
on earth did you get the snakes to writhe around as if they were real on top of your head.on earth did you get the snakes to writhe around as if they were real on top of your head.
You are a great artist and this is an outstanding show’ and i would smile at you and shylyYou are a great artist and this is an outstanding show’ and i would smile at you and shyly
You are a great artist and this is an outstanding show’ and i would smile at you and shyly
tuck a ring of hair behind my ear and softly whisper ‘it was actually super easy’ and then you
tuck a ring of hair behind my ear and softly whisper ‘it was actually super easy’ and then youtuck a ring of hair behind my ear and softly whisper ‘it was actually super easy’ and then you
would throw roses at me and give me a cake that was made just for me with my face on itwould throw roses at me and give me a cake that was made just for me with my face on it
would throw roses at me and give me a cake that was made just for me with my face on it
and little jelly snakes all over my head with the words
and little jelly snakes all over my head with the wordsand little jelly snakes all over my head with the words
‘CONGRATS ON BEING AMAZING!’
I am finally tackling the classic texts. You don’t know this but I had a bloody neat process making this. There was a moment in the middle that was tricky but I held it together with care and love and empathy and forgiveness and self care and long walks and good food and the odd glass of fine wine.
This is my great work.
This is my rite of spring.
This is my thousand faces
my power of myth
my mask of god.
Shut up Joseph fucking Campbell.
If I hear your name one more time I will scream.
Go on.
Try me.
I have sharpened and tuned my voice so that you can hear the words.
Stop listening.
Go. Home.
Tension is rising because i say it is.
I am melting like
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There is a Jellyfish called Medusa and Sylvia Plath wrote poems about her before Ted
There is a Jellyfish called Medusa and Sylvia Plath wrote poems about her before Ted
There is a Jellyfish called Medusa and Sylvia Plath wrote poems about her before Ted
Hughes or her mother or the patriarchy or the weight of genius made her put her head in an
Hughes or her mother or the patriarchy or the weight of genius made her put her head in anHughes or her mother or the patriarchy or the weight of genius made her put her head in an
oven on a Sunday afternoon. And gas makes one hallucinate after a time so there she lay, oven on a Sunday afternoon. And gas makes one hallucinate after a time so there she lay,
oven on a Sunday afternoon. And gas makes one hallucinate after a time so there she lay,
awkwardly bent, floating through an ocean of jellyfish that are beautiful and fucking scary
at the same time.Because you can die from jellyfish.
you can die
from jelly fish
You can get blisters from jellyfish.get blisters
jellyfish
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on your own leg because of jellyfish.Or on someone else’s. That bit comes later.
Excited yet?
Scared yet?
There are scarier things than jellyfish.
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j. lyfish
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j. fish
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fish
fihs
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I am trying to use my flesh / bones to talk but i have stiff hips from rehearsing the clay bit that you will see later. I said there would be no mess. I lied.
Just kidding. I didn’t lie.
Just kidding I did. Just kidding I didn’t.
Just kidding I did. Just kidding I didn’t.
Just kidding I did. Just kidding I didn’t.
Just kidding I did. Just kidding.
When will this end?
Let’s get to bitching in the foyer. Let’s get to drinking a sav. Let’s get to making some regrets. Let’s get to snorting some mdma off a toilet. This is career suicide. Let’s get to sabotaging our closest friendships. Let’s get to wanking on a school night. Let’s get to missing my appointment with my therapist because I’m too busy coming down off acid and I am sure that my skin is crawling and that somehow it is your fault.
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We all read the second wave and we know that we can have multiple orgasms.
This is orgasm upon orgasm upon orgasm
and the deeper you go the more surprises there are. The biggest one of which is that it feels like home. Or your mother’s breast.
Or your deepest darkest kinkiest fantasy. Or
all of the above. Forgive me I am tired of wading through your shit so some
times I lose my train of thought.
But in no other universe that splits off every second
from this one does it matter that much. Or at all. Or
maybe a tiny little bit.
This is orgasm upon orgasm upon orgasm
and the deeper you go the more surprises there are. The biggest one of which is that it feels like home. Or your mother’s breast.
Or your deepest darkest kinkiest fantasy. Or
all of the above. Forgive me I am tired of wading through your shit so some
times I lose my train of thought.
But in no other universe that splits off every second
from this one does it matter that much. Or at all. Or
maybe a tiny little bit.
Maybe this is just Freud giving himself a
hard-on over his mother's cunt.
Here is a cloud of nothing that exists just under the surface of a sophisticated cocktail party celebrating the retirement of a dear friend and colleague. Or a christmas lunch with all the red face children popping christmas crackers. I keep circulating a strange growl in my throat and meaning starts to break down when you hold onto the narrative. It’s slippery like that. Maybe when you realise you are on solid ground that might crack at any second because of tectonic plates / seismic shifts / cracks that reveal an abyss. Are you scared yet? Don’t be scared. The universe is still expanding. That should make you scared. There are 11 dimensions. That should make you scared. This is just a metaphor. The snakes are a goddamn, mother fucking, cock sucking metaphor. And we are waiting for the metaphor to appear. Which is like waiting for god to appear. It already happened in the 14th century and won’t be happening again anytime soon.
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The word becomes another word becomes another word becomes flesh becomes bones
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becomes marrow becomes grit becomes teeth becomes blood becomes plasma becomes you and I / I and you / you and I / I and you / you and I / I and you / you and I
DNA becomes ooze becomes time becomes space becomes stars becomes the milky way I and you / you and I / I and you / you and I / I and you / you and I
becomes planets becomes silence becomes deep space becomes soundwaves becomes you and I / I and you / you and I / I and you / you and I
sound becomes a mouth becomes a tongue becomes words becomes sounds becomes I and you / you and I / I and you / you and I
soundwaves becomes a vibration becomes a body becomes a mouth becomes a throat you and I / I and you / you and I
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