I remember memory as if it were a memory.
I remember standing outside myself, outside the world.
I remember my brain continually obliterating the words to describe existence.
I remember standing outside myself, outside the world.
I remember my brain continually obliterating the words to describe existence.
I remember thinking that thinking is a chameleon,
changing with the conditions that go on around thought.
changing with the conditions that go on around thought.
I remember life without hand cream.
I remember being too full to remember...
I remember recounting,
I remember, remembering without images,
I remember rehearsing memory through voice.
I remember speaking a poetic language.
A language that is removed from speech,
one that does not allow for communication
but for interpretation and reinterpretation.
I remember recounting,
I remember, remembering without images,
I remember rehearsing memory through voice.
I remember speaking a poetic language.
A language that is removed from speech,
one that does not allow for communication
but for interpretation and reinterpretation.
I remember the colour of the air
and the sun burning through my clothes.
I remember the brain sunburn.
and the sun burning through my clothes.
I remember the brain sunburn.
I remember looking for a place where I could extend my thoughts,
but they hung in the air around me.
I remember words leaving my mouth without me.
but they hung in the air around me.
I remember words leaving my mouth without me.
I remember someone with a fairground style enlightenment.
I remember them saying:
'What does a mirror look like when it is not working?'
I remember them saying:
'What does a mirror look like when it is not working?'
I remember when presence started to lead to absence.
I remember overdose cities, where people really thought input always led to output.
I remember overdose cities, where people really thought input always led to output.
I remember the cities stinking air, as warm and smelly as the air from a tire.
I remember not being able to take a joke to the point that it might have gotten funny.
I remember forgetting how to joke.
I remember the blankness.
I remember suspended meaning.
I remember un-framing memory and every image I ever had collapsing into the dark.
I remember not being able to take a joke to the point that it might have gotten funny.
I remember forgetting how to joke.
I remember the blankness.
I remember suspended meaning.
I remember un-framing memory and every image I ever had collapsing into the dark.
I remember loosing the image of the recently departed.
I remember ringing the wrong doorbell and being cornered by the unknown.
I remember a permanent compression of energy.
I remember a dream that to get married you needed five rings.
I remember someone asking me: 'Can you do something you can't say?'
I remember ringing the wrong doorbell and being cornered by the unknown.
I remember a permanent compression of energy.
I remember a dream that to get married you needed five rings.
I remember someone asking me: 'Can you do something you can't say?'
Orla Barry (voz, texto e imagem de Orla Barry), Five Rings, exposição de Rui Chafes & Orla Barry,
Museu Colecção Berardo (Lisboa). 2 de Maio a 21 de Agosto de 2011.
Informação sobre a exposição: http://www.museuberardo.pt/
Vídeo de uma das “instalações” da exposição Five Rings (escultura de Rui Chafes; texto e voz de Orla Barry
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