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2022
KubaParis
The Accelerationists
Location
Projectspace LokaalDate
26.05 –11.06.2022Subheadline
Bernardus Baldus Wannes Missotten Tom Putman Peer VinkText
as soon as the twilight screeches, frayed sooty velvet slides from side to side,
an ancient curtain falls silently shut,
light disappears into the depths on a thread of silver,
where there was nothing more to see
then, barely audible, glowing secrets and deep black matters creep into the endless room,
rustling behind curtains, compressed and hidden,
in this depth a dripping shadow strings together hundreds of stories into a furious burning circle,
over and over, each night
stories brewing at an imminent end, pink and innocent
a vacuum, dull, consumes from within,
now swells silently,
a hurricane of fire on a scorched plain, perfect silence
a low-slung front floats away, a dream about the end
once, when the night has passed, the curtain moves like a slow pendulum back to the left,
a blinding dawn vomits over a pale ravage
bodies with arms protecting the face
an innocent view rolls in, hopeful from afar, like a wave of glass