Now Eat My Script
Mounira Al Solh
14.05 - 15.06.2014
Get rid of meaning, your mind is a nightmare that has been eating you: now eat your mind *
This presentation focuses on Mounira Al Solh’s new work of the same title and on the web of discussions, lines, voices and invisible transmissions that traverse it.
Now Eat My Script is a precipice, a fluid solution in which some spectral noises of the self float adrift. Narration takes the role of a pregnant writer who continuously affirms her hunger and clumsiness towards language and history. Her body is crossed over by both the years to come and the stories that have been buried. As a would-be pirate, she navigates through the tumult of familiar waters.
A faltering, yet seemingly omniscient text roams among cities, and between memories that cannot find a proper place, or a proper fiction: After Eight chocolates, children's group showers, a yellow car that resembles a Dodge, or a pigeon rock where men kill themselves become the phantom limbs of the sacrificed visceral body of speech and story telling that surrounds them.
Now Eat My Script is about knowing disastrously.
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Mounira Al Solh was born in Beirut and lives in Zutphen, in the Netherlands. She has been recently reading out loud here at rongwrong, from Cathy Acker and Louis Wolfson.
. * quote: Empire of the Senseless by Cathy Acker
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We wish to thank Pauwhoffonds for the generous support
14.05 - 15.06.2014
Get rid of meaning, your mind is a nightmare that has been eating you: now eat your mind *
This presentation focuses on Mounira Al Solh’s new work of the same title and on the web of discussions, lines, voices and invisible transmissions that traverse it.
Now Eat My Script is a precipice, a fluid solution in which some spectral noises of the self float adrift. Narration takes the role of a pregnant writer who continuously affirms her hunger and clumsiness towards language and history. Her body is crossed over by both the years to come and the stories that have been buried. As a would-be pirate, she navigates through the tumult of familiar waters.
A faltering, yet seemingly omniscient text roams among cities, and between memories that cannot find a proper place, or a proper fiction: After Eight chocolates, children's group showers, a yellow car that resembles a Dodge, or a pigeon rock where men kill themselves become the phantom limbs of the sacrificed visceral body of speech and story telling that surrounds them.
Now Eat My Script is about knowing disastrously.
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⚈
Mounira Al Solh was born in Beirut and lives in Zutphen, in the Netherlands. She has been recently reading out loud here at rongwrong, from Cathy Acker and Louis Wolfson.
. * quote: Empire of the Senseless by Cathy Acker
♏
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We wish to thank Pauwhoffonds for the generous support
