in the pitch of citrus, part 1...
Here is where we are now Here is anywhere we are vocalese in A place marked pinks and flesh PRIVATE A place for retreating but not a sanctuary Definitely not a sanctuary or a place of irreverence even for a discordance of deep feelings of deeply pitched silences but if we listen carefully we may hear something like a requiem an offertorium a dies irae prayers for a male chorus and orchestra for unbroken voices And here the she is kneeling not in supplication not in prayer not for confession for she has been compelled to kneel before the him in this bright colored nightmare of predatory sex made to kneel before the male altar for this is a pornography of form featureless but embodied an unclothing of intimates in stark parodies of love Listen Here a toccata and fugue in d by Bach is finishing a play & is about to be superseded pesante in by something brooding greens and something dangerous by Bartok brown something more evil than silence a dread exercise in positioning where caresses become choke holds a withdrawn sympathy transformed into a permanent changeling state a dichotomy of sexing to strident mood music music for strings percussion & celesta remember the opening scenes of Kubrick’s The Shining? That overhead moving passing shot of a car navigating a treacherous mountain highway leading to the middle of nowhere Remember the music? How foreboding how forbidding that was? You just knew where they were going was going to turn out to be hell or worse a living hell of demon lovers who may never die a place where intimates deep violet are for all time attaca we can’t call them lovers for what they are doing isn’t love at all but a kind of attack where body parts meet with other body parts in a test of strength no holds barred winner takes all winner takes all every time Remember the book Jack was writing? Those reams and reams of pages typed in every possible form imaginable a chronicle of bitterness & sexual frustration— ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY— a dull boy with a weapon
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