The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

June 4, 2011


Phaedra


http://www.alansondheim.org/phaedra.mp4
 			the empty atmospherics wail on Phaedra
    Ich war Phaedra. Ich stand an der Kuste und redete mit der Brandung
Talker (Phaedra Talker)
Medea. Medea begs us to fuck her, Phaedra begs us to fuck
violation-fabric Phaedra, throat absenting-of-bone
her Phaedra is possessed, hysteric, ululation, unbearable
feet. She was happy with her waist. When she played "Phaedra" it was not
Talker (Phaedra Talker) -
world. I'm not Phaedra. I'd scream that. Not to be that.
I was Medea, I was Phaedra and Callisto. That I was Inanna, that I hid and
     Phaedra
     ( Phaedra and emptiness everywhere, the chanting in the pines, love
Phaedra (Post-Mortem Examination)
Medea. Medea begs us to fuck her, Phaedra begs us to fuck
Medea, upon Phaedra. My life is your own. Flower.
Talker (Phaedra Talker) -
"Now I-Phaedra shall rest!"
"Now I-Phaedra shall rest!"
"Now I-Phaedra shall rest!"
"I-Phaedra!"
"I-Phaedra!"
"I-Phaedra who shall sing to you:"
"Now I-Phaedra shall rest!"
"Now I-Phaedra shall rest!"
"Now I-Phaedra shall rest!"
You exclaim: I-Phaedra sleeps with well-deserved rest
"Now I-Phaedra shall rest!"
"I-Phaedra who shall sing to you:"
"I-Phaedra!"
You exclaim: Ah, Phaedra!
You say: Ah, I-Phaedra, ah...
silence falls in the square.
mist enveloped desperate cities. Phaedra wandered, hysterical, outside.
I-Phaedra sings

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