The Lost Play Grounds Project has come to a close with the eRgo sessions for Last Call/Lost Call ending this past week.
As a part of her strategy to stay sane within this performance Kasia Marcisz used poetry as her lifeline.
Here is her documentation:
5 – 25 Feb 2011:
A, always the A’s, they start indiscriminately waiting for someone’s approval. If there is a plus, that’s even better.
#A34 - Jump into it. I promise it won’t hurt.
#A37 – Are they all related by one single Adam?
#A97 – Of the Kaynes.
#A164 – An old friend, best left forgotten.
My birthed years of melancholic sorrow only
now allow for my resolution.
#A215 – Confused in its existence,
why not do both? Too much drama oo
history to drag out of the attic.
11:13am – only 3 minutes?
That’s not right, a lifetime has passed
and nothing is happening.
This evolution is long,
takes patience and the beat
of the city continues.
#A259 – A great show of respect, though I do not judge.
#A267 – So an Adam rules the world,
so far all is not lost.
The first consciousness
eludes my thinking considerable.
#A328 – But is it healthy? I had a science teacher once…
#A344 – Need I make a comment?
#A397 – This is a beautiful delirium.
#A451 – I was not aware she had a sister,
confused and stuttering
as darkness descends on the land.
#A500 – There is a plan, I’m sure there is.
But sometimes the unfortunate can also play.
Together these words mean something
more then meets the eye.
#A530 – Is the sound of the universe, the breath of God.
#A571 – So now the madness sets in, a desert with heat stroke.
#A576 – Blessing.
#A 666 – Distraught over her placement
in the schedule of things and so unabashed
of her love of Shakespeare
she took a leaf from Ophelia’s hair
and plummeted to her death, sealing her fate.
#A911 – Fateful, is it not, that the comings
and goings of society
rests upon a pair of shoulders;
heavy and weighed down.
You cannot remove yourself from this timeline.
Thank you for my sanity.
I am not a machine.
#A1000 – You are the chosen one, 1000 units and 7 pounds of flesh.
The use of carbon is necessary in this environment. The copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy.
Post script – this was futile.
#A1083 – Where everyone is the victim, you die
for your love and not a whispering fool
is able to consume your psyche.
Good luck with that then.
I wish you well
on your journey to paradise.
#A1111 – I honour you,
you have an almighty destiny
that is holding out its hand to you.
Take it and be free.
#A1200 – All the numbers, all valued units
of this whole perfect creature,
living and breathing.
Though individual, don’t forget
your collective humanity.
#A1290 – You scream for me, and yes
I do adore you. You will live
so says the immaculate one.
#A1294 – in an emergency Dial 111
#A1300 – End of line, wrong turn in red.
#A1370 – This numbering and dissecting
disturbs me, how dare I judge another?
Like a holocaust of a concept,
death-lists creep into my mind, although
I mean you no harm.
Expect the unexpected and you shall be free.
#A1500 – Names have become numbers,
is this detachment of consciousness?
No person, just numbers. Keep at it.
#A2149 – Notes of the day, leather, rinse, repeat.
#A2254 – A wicked one, the spray of creativity
vandalizes our walls. But art, for the art
and expression of freedom…
or is it freedom of expression?
#A2500 – We made it to the top!
#A2583 – End of the ass.
#B2947 – Rev Cannon takes good pictures. Do you dare dispute his law?
#B3868 – Deliciously chunky
#B4000 – This is our future we prophetize,
you speak of evil and destruction.
Dark days ahead,
a Nostradamus Armageddon.
I disagree, this world is perfect.
#B4036 – An exercise in futility,
these masses do not engage.
They walk their little walks, to their graves
with a cup of teas.
You are in my way! I hear them
say under their breath.
I work also, the street is my office
and now it is my playground!
#B – 4259 This burns my eyes and sleep wisps
at me in small doses. I hesitate
and jerk awake with a loud bang
from down the street. This situation
the 4am bedtime,
driven mad by the love of life
and now, in this momentary delirium
it distracts me. It pains me.
A bad hangover of the creative nature.
-You will need to have make up. The shoes are too flat and for the love of god put in some eye drops, you look like you’ve been awake for days!
Leave me alone you blundering banshees,
your demeanor disgusts me.
I just want to dream.
#B – 4292 You must be efficient,
These sheets are our back up.
You have the least experience so
we will give them to you, as we know
that this sheet writing business is
good for you,
as you are too green to see the futility.
YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES.
#B – 4327 Hello Birmingham, Ani was thinking of you,
her lyrical languid lines liquid on my tongue.
#B – 4680 You were Born This way.
#B4700 – Baazaar
#B4900 – Commute together,
you have a link. You dance
and sing in this superficiality.
Tonight we drink to success.
#B4999 – Victorious! Smile for the camera.
#B5160 – Like a circus they jump and moan,
a restriction placed upon them to test their resilience.
It drives them to pierce their ears with a nail.
#B5454 – I want to go deeper, that feeling
that lurks beneath our fine exteriors
and silky facades.
The horror lurking underneath is seductive,
it plays with my mind, hypnotizing
me to an eternal pursuit.
Hell is never ending yearning,
Maybe a shift in perspective is needed here.
Torture has never been my strong point
and I feel weak
at the sight of gore.
#B5555 – Is this Jesus talking?
A magical number that swivels on its head.
Silence and penance for dinner.
#B5556 – Hybrid, a bi-coloured filter
representing unity and order among the subjects.
Hark and hear me, I am
the bringer of death,
fear me and love me
and you shall be rewarded.
I am not a kind master.
#B5600 – It squirms underneath you.
And I know, even if you say no, you
actually mean yes…
#B5656 – A marker for the lost,
this is empathy.
#B5757 – Weeping,
#B5761 – Tell me, who is your oppressor?
The faintly mother with her delicate nerves and
fragile disposition, a needy little bird
that coddles you in return?
Or maybe the quiet, stern father,
loyal and hard working, tightly bound
with a desert of loving words;
dried up and shallow never to touch your heart.
There is also the self,
the twisted inside of a shell.
You are your own protector,
a shift in perspective will do you good.
Release your past subjugation and
allow the truth;
it will grace you with freedom.
#B6000 – Merci, mon cheri.
Je voudre un baguette si vous plait.
#C6333 – The third is easiest they say.
But them, they,
their powers that deceive me.
Now there is sun and water
and earth, but no recollection
of my identity.
#C6565 – Noxiously delicious, is there anything
that satisfies your craving?
Now you weep at your uncertainty.
I like your contrast.
#C6889 – The horses, really?
THIS IS NOT THE END MY FRIEND…..