21st Century Paris
As he crossed the Park of Flowers he watched a plastic bag caught on the breeze, in the afternoon sun. He wondered how something could be so beautiful, infinitely useful and completely toxic, all at the same time.
Sunday 26 February 2012
Tuesday 3 January 2012
Chapter 3. The Bride: The Chair Shifter
21st Century Paris
Inside her the weather was fantastical and cold. And the leaves fell very quickly.
21st Century Paris
She realised in the simple expression of herself she had forgotten her femininity. Night after night she had drowned her in the bath. Now she wondered what colour she was?
21st Century Paris
It was sometime before she realised she was a beige person, living in a beige museum doing beige for a living. She wondered how she had got trapped into it.
21st Century Paris
On weekends she’d go to parks and shift chairs, sometimes as people were about to sit in them. She’d target the elderly mainly. Occasionally she would try and move the benches. And fail.
21st Century Paris
Before the chair shifting there was the carousel: the thrill of moving while you were moving. However people were inevitably seated before the ride began and she was never in control of the moving.
21st Century Paris
After carousels and before the parks, there were churches. The elderly and chairs were in unlimited abundance. And, if timed correctly, chair shifting in churches had the extra bonus of a confession. Bless me father for I have sinned. Sometimes the congregation would turn up to a spectacle of chair shifting. A mass rally of chairs scattered willy-nilly around the church; on the nave, in the isles, on top of the alter. It has been 1000 years since my last confession. Pure chair carnage. It is better to do it whilst the organ plays.
21st Century Paris
One Church had the good sense to nail their chairs to the floor. Nails, nails, nails. It was in the blood. Another instituted a wooden stripe to bind an isle of chairs together. It was then she moved outdoors. Alleluia.
21st Century Paris
On the whole she found the process of chair shifting very therapeutic.
Monday 2 January 2012
Chapter 4. The Bride Before - 11th Century Zhouzhuang
11th Century Zhouzhuang
At First the bride was nervous. She’d never seen her future husband.
11th Century Zhouzhuang/21st Century Paris
She’d watched over time people marry and grow to love each other without condition, without intellect. The feigning of annoyance and irritation and anger, all the whilst, the dread of departure. And then there was the spectre of her nature and the awful wrongness of it all.
11th Century Zhouzhuang
When the buckets were collected and the boat finally docked the bride felt……………………………anxious, scared, insecure, full of expectations, warm, curious, slightly stiff, sweaty, uncomfortable, close to tears, fearful, overwhelmed, dread, wonder and a strange excitement. She looked perfectly composed.
Chapter 5. The Beginning
Chapter 5. The Beginning
11th Century Zhouzhuang/21st Century Paris
When they finally got together she had occasion to melt. All the icebergs of beige seeped out of her and ran to ground.
11th Century Zhouzhuang/21st Century Paris.
They were Kites caught in an endless kaleidoscope.
And then came little god.
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