Parataxis

Let’s speak … Time for changes … After two hours stuck at the checkpoint … Whose language? … Life is nice, why are you angry with me? … So many bodies, so few gods … Smile please … I like poetry … You are an idiot … Dance is action, poetry is action  … They fall down, my words, and I don’t know why they become objects, shouldn’t they become affections?  … I don’t want to die today … Is he fasting? … I can’t speak … It will be so nice, when the time arrive, the time for a revolution … Let’s invite all the other gods and organize a big party … We, the artists … I brought my city to your city … Here is my debris, here is my future … How old is this city? … How old are you? … A book cannot talk, a book has no body, she is a liar … I and the language, I and the culture, I and the arts … In the prison they were not allowed … What are you looking at? … Beat him … They don’t have a body … Such a big man scared of a cat … Songs without body … Music without body … Love without body … They didn’t want to loose their language … Speaking tongues … Babbling … Translating … I can’t hear you, I cannot hear your voice … Mar-haba… Are you laughing at me? … Palestine doesn’t exist, Israel doesn’t exist … Can you Arabic? … Picasso was a great lover … That’s all about … Shout! … Shout and translate … Translate and shout …This is about reality … They are watching… We are walking … Who are we? … In the middle of the dessert there was a barbed wire and she took pictures of it … We are many … Then write, write whatever you want, write until you are exhausted, write and read, read and write … The children are singing an old song … Made in Taiwan … May I say something? … Babahihi aaaaauai prrrrrrrrrr och shshshsh eeeela hahahaha rrrri rrrri uh! … A few people died today in Gaza, more people died yesterday in México, many more died last month in Somalia … They are demonstrating … What about our rights? … I’m just writing … Once upon a time, there was a line … I know you … I don’t understand you … I love you … I miss you … God has no face … I like your eyes … That’s a silly story … Is this my city? … It is an old city … It is an old story … It is the same story … It is the same city … This is my city … Who are you? … So many gods … May I say something? …No, no, no, no, no, no, no … The weather is so nice now … Once upon a time, there was a resolution … Show me your passport … Palestine is a word… Palestine tine tine tine tine tine tine tine … Let’s go for a walk … Wrap me, beat me, kiss me, press me, tie me, listen to me … How can they dance if they have no body? … Our cultures are different, you know … I’m just looking for some true spirituality … Babahihi aaaaauai prrrrrrrrrr och shshshsh eeeela hahahaha rrrri rrrri uh! … They decided to close the checkpoint today … She is so nice… I don’t want to smile… Speak now or forever hold your piece… This is about language… On language … Off language … Where are the artists? …. Where is the people? … Inside the books …. The stories are not written … Are you a tourist? … We found a nice spot in the dessert, do you want to come with us? … I’m dead… Where do they hide their bodies? … You must respect my believes… Intrascendence … Step by step… Parataxis… They are like devils… He was crazy … He was poor … He was in love … He smashed the cat … Let’s dare to be intolerant … This is just a show … Welcome to Palestine …

José A. Sánchez

This text was written during the organization of the Jerusalem Show 2011

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