On the themes of the last word and slut
Holiday Inn
All content by Swoon
[vimeo http://vimeo.com/33088578]
Straight lines in black and red have drawn an alternative outcome all over the bathroom tiles and I stumble across the floor like a three year old on a sugar high.
Sunspots outvote the closing of a perfect day.
The scent of fermented wheat pushes every shape of sound to the background as the mirror seems to have doubts about this reflection. An unfortunate act of force crippled an early ending. The clarity of it all blinds me. Nothing will ever be the same.
Unbridled screams of panic escape my mouth as anger takes over.
Stop!
At the breakfast table I put on a mask, made of the pleasure I extracted from our past.
The waiter smiles as he pours hot coffee over my head. I gauge your reaction. There‘s nothing there. In the room, the smell of detergent slaps the future in the face.
Cioran
Words: Peter Wullen
Voice: Bart Stouten
Concept, camera, editing, music: Swoon
[vimeo http://vimeo.com/39963089]
Cioran
rosa van lima met je bedachtzame glimlach prik een naald in je slaap doornen onder je kleed mysticus is de man die spreekt over je mysterie terwijl jij hardnekkig zwijgt in alle talen welke geheime stemmen fluisteren je toe in je ongeremde luciditeit en slapeloosheid je handen trillen en strekken zich bleek voor je uit klaar voor een buitenwereldse omhelzing met je don juan van agonie je rode lippen tuiten tegen het serafijns blauw van het weerspannig uitspansel voor je open raam eerst pak ik je op het aanrecht dan duw ik je in je kussens tenslotte kruisig ik je tegen de wand van je monasterium tranen en muziek lieve lady der lusten richt je half geloken ogen op in hemelse extase
Translation
Cioran
rose of lima with your cautious smile prick a needle in your sleep thorns under your cloth mystic is the man who rants about your mystery while you stubbornly keep silent in all tongues which secret voices whisper to you in your unrestrained lucidity and sleeplessness your hands tremble and stretch out in front of you ready for an outerworldly embrace with your don juan of agony your red lips pout against the blue seraph of
the contrary sky in front of your open window first i take you on the kitchen sink then i push you in your cushions finally i crucify you against the walls of your monastery tears and music dear lady of lusts lift up your half-closed eyes in heavenly ecstasy
Artist and Author Biographies
Marc Neys aka Swoon, born 1968, lives in Mechelen (Belgium). He has produced over 80 videopoems and has collaborated with various writers in different languages. His videopoems and Shorts have been shown at international Festivals. He creates his own soundscapes and released a first net label album ‘Dark embrace with a paper voice‘. In 2012 Swoon collaborates with Alastair Cook to produce a filmpoem for the Felix Poetry Festival and with ART VISUALS & POETRY for their Trakl Remixed project. Swoon made 2 video’s based on texts written by Sigrun Höllrigl.
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Peter Wullen is a poet and a writer. He published numerous articles about fringe music and culture in FRINGECORE, GONZO CIRCUS, FAKE, URBAN MAG, CUTTING EDGE, REKTO:VERSO, APACHE and he has a monthly column on GODDEAU.COM. His poems were published in nearly all the literary magazines in Flanders and Holland. Over the years he published three poetry books: KELP, ITHACA and BELLETRIE. He also works in the medium of video poetry. Videopoems by several international artists can be found on: https://vimeo.com/search?q=peter+wullen. His weblog can be found at: www.peterwullen.blogspot.com.