3 Annunciations
2022; The MIT Press; Volume: 44; Issue: 2 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1162/pajj_a_00618
ISSN1537-9477
Autores Tópico(s)Italian Fascism and Post-war Society
ResumoThree actresses on stage, Silvia Costa, Bárbara Lennie (or Itsaso Arana), and Audrey Bonnet, reclaim the mystery of the annunciation between the Virgin Mary and the Angel Gabriel, played by each of the actresses in her native language. Three monologues, in Italian, Spanish, and French. Three performative speeches explore this motif to question it in the present and draw it toward modernity. Here, the audience becomes the receiver of the revelation, it is in the same position as the Virgin, listening. What could we announce today? What could the contemporary annunciations be? The coming environmental catastrophe? The end of the world? The coming of a new era? A reverse movement? Everything is left open and the imagination rules.what you see you see for the first time the darkness is not the darkness what you hear you hear for the first time close your eyes for this you’ll see you’ll see what you saw but you’ll see it as you see me clearly in the pure brightness but it's also the blood which you hear because you close your eyes and closing the eyes here is to continue on the path the way you were in her and she once was too on the inside we come from the inside I announce it to you I announce that the darkness is not the darkness listen to my voice see my sword what rustles my wings my body what you will look like when she puts her belly on the ground and you move forward on your elbows without a noise listen it's you who is breathing that means that you’re alive that your heart is being formed and that it has beaten you are a black liquid beating under the vault everything opens up look for the first time the royal blue the saffron the turquoise everything opens up under the vault the vault that's where you will appear first in solitude then in the din of the world you will like the din of the world listen it's the silence the blood the move forward the discovery for what you hear hear it for the first time the black water is not black it shines under the vault it is also trickles of blood in the light the light you have to squint to notice but the darkness is not the darkness since my voice is clarity you hear that it resonates under the vault that protects you from the din of the world breathing breath and lung that grows inside the arch the air comes in and out it will carry you in the din you’ll be able to return to it when the din is too loud because you come from the inside where the voice says I feel you through my costume what are your wings? what is your sword? what are this hair this yellow helmet this gold stain in the brightness? this lily this stain on the darkness of my vault and of my arch it is the light when I move forward on my elbows after she has put her belly on the ground like a doe in the night and the steam that rises on her body because the morning is coming that is what my life will be a morning in the pure brightness and your voice saying bend over come to me open your eyes what you see is your brain that opens at night to the sword to the lily to my body against space to my breast to the partition because you do not see everything I’m on one side and you’re on the other between us the column that hides and forms the partition you listening and me speaking you who are going to receive within you I announce it to you the words I speak will go into you they are going to follow their course they are letters moving from my mouth to your ear and you take them in like the sex organ enters the body by the passages but here the sex organ is words and the words rise in the enclosed garden the walls are here everything happens in this square on this stage our lives are here exposed in the light before the crystal vase that I am going to fatten with my words first I greet you then you are surprised because any greeting through speech is a surprise then I announce I say what I am announcing for any announcement is surprising and clear then I say how it will be done for all spoken words achieve finally you accept because all spoken words are receivable you receive you receive in the stomach through the passages the passages my own I mean are without organs I am a mouth without organs no tongue no palate no throat no larynx no pharynx no system a development of dysphonia of dysarthria an aphasia of speech a collapse on the square in the dark a body of smoke from which a lily grows listen to me what you hear your hear for the first time yet if you close your eyes you know this sound this pulsating in the blood you have always known it it is what you have always inhabited and the place you return to when the din of the world is too loud you return to it you lie down you kneel you ask that the pulse always return come pulse help me to survive make me big with hope with calm and with goodness goodness is far away when you are far away pulse there are hands in the sky under the vault hands everywhere that appear they guide the words they show they indicate the point the words that come out of my mouth in the form of golden threads like poison for speech is poison or good for speech is good goodness is in my mouth and under the vault now it enters under your vault what you hear what is in you hears it too it is the sound of the world not its din but it moves in you it is the world moving it hits breathes and will devour your insides we are gluttons for the inside it is so good to devour you feel it you feel the fish moving the water the blood and your breasts swelling toward the vault you are yourself a vault we are vaults that preserve you yourself are a vault that protects under a vault under the arch you are lactescent now what rises in you produces white signals in the night you emit you think you have desires to emit but it is the force growing in you that wants it wants for you you say I want this you say I want and desire that but it is the force the voice of the force speaking in you open your eyes how many times have you heard this sentence that humans repeat I did not ask to be born but yes we do ask to be born we are a force that wants under the arch under the vault we gather all our strength to be born we are not the decision of those who make us but we are the decision of our decision we want to be born we grow we develop in the dark a will we are a will in the night we are this voice that says I want I want to reach the light to leave from you you will shelter me under your vault a moment because I want to live I am not a coincidence I am not something that was not desired because I desired myself it's me who said I’m coming this is what I am announcing to you I am the one who wants the one who says I’m coming I spread my fingers I hold out my arms I straighten my legs I arrive under the vault the crystal vase I see it it is the awareness that I am coming further along there is a rock I will stay there a while and I will live in the garden and its enclosure living will consist of enlarging the vault above the enclosed garden before that I am still blood still filament still low noise listen it's the inside what you’ve always heard I announce it to you you will miss this sound in the din of the world when you are grown climb onto the rock with your bare hands face the sun climb toward it look straight at it open your arms spread your fingers straighten your legs extend your spine breathe in and dive the dive is long like now it is outside of time only wind against your body the sun the sea below and dive the dive lasts a long time and arrive in the sea go into it slip into it feel the coolness of the water now the sound is the same you return to where you came from the place from where you said I want it is the same sound letters are not formed mouth full of water aquatic language aquatic ears limbs moving no top no bottom under the vault my body turns I am you she carries you under the arch you are tiny close your eyes you hear it is you speaking you say things these are letters of sound they advance in the night you hear breathe open your arms again roll breathe open your eyes open your arms breathe you must follow the path these are milky strips a line turning going back up back down opening the landscape there is red white gold there is a calyx there is the garden and its enclosure follow the breathing you will come from this breathing you will come from this path from this water follow the water follow the path of the water you are water you are already blood you are already the breathing you are already speech you are speech that says I am on the way because I want to arrive in the garden and its enclosure I am waiting for the second vault and its din this form of liberation I am waiting for it I am moving toward it I am the will the desire the request the wish the announcement I announce that I am on the way that the world is waiting for me that to see it my face is forming that my eyes which will for the first time see what you look at you say I am used to the world me I see it for the first time I hear it for the first time and how am I going to keep that gaze? not lose it under the vault and its din? I’m cold I move forward I move I am brutal I devour everything I find on the inside I eat the blood I eat the water I eat the sperm I eat the urine I eat the lactescent liquid the black liquid the blue liquid the red liquid the gold of the vault the blue of the arch I think back to the dive to the long time to entering the water to the sound in the water I came from what am I made of? what are these colors in the din? I spread my arms I kick back my feet I’m going to hurt someone my arrival is going to hurt the vase the calyx the gold everything is going to snap to break to split open I announce that it is going to split open everything will split open I am an opening a vault an arch that opens up a sky is that you? are you the one who is my sky and who I hear speaking to me? are you the one who sings when I sleep and who I can hear? your voice speaking to me are you the words spoken? are you words? am I words? do you have a mouth? a larynx? a pharynx? do you sing? am I sung? am I spoken? when you say a sentence do you think it's your sentence or not it's me speaking inside you do you know that? when you say I feel like eating it's me who's hungry do you know that? when you’re tired it's me who wants to sleep do you know that? I am the words that make you do you know that? when you say I want do you know that it's me who wants? do you know it? when you wish for me do you know that I am the wish? when you say I desire do you know that I am the desire? we ask to come I am announcing that to you the announcement is here we are not called it is us who call we call with words and the words say I appear under the vault where I am still turning in the darkness that is not darkness but where your voice guides me your voice says come turn come back up open close shake form yourself wiggle tremble shake wiggle turn open build the cornea the hair the enamel the dermis the iris the fluid build the mouth the lips the tongue the trachea the tube articulate start again turn it's the body moving forward it's the head that wants it's the head that turns and the body turns with it the breathing the dive the light I didn't know one could desire so much that it was my strength our decision so I move forward I hear your words your song it is a safe road under the vault sometimes I suffocate speech arrives then it's suffocation words spoken will indicate you have arrived in the garden full of lilies what is this lily? what is this enclosed garden? how do I go? is my path your voice? my voice yours and also the one that informs? the three voices? in a single body under the vault? the white? the red? my dress? my arms moving forward? my mouth forming? my speech forming? my speech in you? moving forward? my words spoken without a mouth? then with a mouth? with a body? without a body? then with a body? not here? and then here? not thought of? and then thought of? unfolding? seeing the gold? the vase? the enclosure? the din? the tube? what feels pleasure? words? the arch? the brightness? the vault again? the path? hearing? to touch you? to talk to you to talk to you to talk to you to talk to each other to come onto your skin to lie down on your skin to put the voice from before with the voice from now stick the blood stick the hair the enamel the nail the saliva build the larynx swallow form sounds form the word carve into the words that say I want move forward lock your eyes into my eyes is that what your gaze was? that? that's what I couldn't see under the vault? what was in the brightness? your gaze in the brightness? your gaze on me? your voice on me? in the brightness? your two hands on my chest you say yes? yes is yes? yes is come? yes is right away? the sound? the dive the water the sun from the rock where I will live? there's still the white alabaster red column and the garden in the distance will I see you? will I open my eyes? is the din of the world opening your eyes? am I going to see as if I were seeing for the first time? is that what the din is? is that the world? am I going to be words spoken? am I words spoken? do I speak? do you speak? I hear you I push your voice against mine I push my desire into your words I make you talk because it's me who decides to come we decide I’m bursting through is this the light is this the din of the world? is this the garden?I am upright now I am verticality time passes and I rise I pass from embryology to biology one day I’ll be cosmology I’ll move forward it's the same nature the same person speaking the same one who said I want the same one who would come down from the breast and roll on the ground in the heat and the fog who rose to give birth like animals do and I was carried by words spoken I announce that I am vertical that I am taking space that I am radiant that I am like a vertical queen a rocket you will be a rocket you will rise people will want to stop you I announce it a desire that rises takes space you’ll see I’m announcing this to you people won't like this a woman who is rising who is vertical people won't like it you will have to fight every day to make your place make your place don't turn around to look at them hiss move forward rise straight up be the slipstream you are the line the hand that points to the trail in the sky your existence is the trail the one we follow you put your little branches on the ground you map out the way I’m telling you you are a rocket direction height arrow pointing the way line in the sky yet you took time life doesn't get handed to you you have to walk a lot climb listen move forward but the desire is strong I am in this garden there is this child and I am myself a child after having moved forward on my elbows after having crawled balanced on my hands turned held on to your dress to the lily to the sword then having fallen again before being vertical I straighten my back I open my arms I spread my fingers I open my chest I move forward my arms are in the light the light you have to squint to see it still nothing gives it you have to go get it it is a torch in the night which no one hands you so you have to go find the light rise toward it stretch out reach out with your white arms in the night be a fire move forward toward yourself free yourself from the vault speak up in the night bring back the sound the bleeding the insect side of the sound what buzzes under the vault the pulse sometimes returns when you rise when you move forward and the hissing is everywhere so you have to return to the pulse inside to what has been announced to us on the inside you have to return to the inside I hear everything that is said I hear the din of the world on the roads leading to Guadalajara on the shore and the rocks and the fish by the million by the Cantabrian Sea on the streets of New York on those of New Delhi of Nara Beijing Tashkent Ouagadougou Seville I hear the din of the world I am the din in my belly the din in my blood the din I move forward in the din the world unfolds beneath my feet the walls are erected the roads unfold I go back to the inside inside are all the liquids you announce it you will be liquid you will be a black liquid in the light an insect sound with the helicopters that will circle in the sky you will be hunted down a price will be put on your body you will be sold they will try to kiss you on those hands that point out in the sky get close to your body the eyes to look at your body will be everywhere while you you are in the garden a child facing the child you love do children love each other? do children kiss each other? under the helicopters in Sirte in Anchorage do children kiss each other? will we be able to do it? what will my passage from biology to cosmology be like? how are we rising? how are we expanding? I must expand in the night I must move forward rise stand up straight always climb and reclaim my place we have been expelled from the squares since the beginning of time I announce the end of the expulsion of our bodies from the squares we are taking the squares back we are taking them back by opening our arms by listening to the pulse the blood moving through my veins along my white arms under the vault that I left under the arch that had sheltered me I was holding the lily and I was announcing I was holding the sword and announcing I was holding the vase and announcing words were everywhere in my breasts my belly my sex organ we said we announced that words spoken would penetrate me like the sex organ penetrates that I would be penetrated by words and that now it's me who penetrates my words penetrate your ears you and you and you all of you you are big with my words with my vertical desire that buzzes under the vault I am buzzing with desire I am insect its flight everything buzzes and rumbles I make myself heard I announce and now I am heard I announce times that will hurt us times that will spare no one horrible moments in which mouths will grow hollow bellies will grow hollow hands will beg brains will jam because the body protects itself when the violence is too intense the brain puts itself on pause and violence descends upon us I announce times of violence everything that today seems horrible will be nothing compared to this horror we will stumble crawl implore I announce that we will implore that we will ask for our lives to be spared I was thrown into the world to announce these times that make you want to cry that make you scream I’m going to scream in my conical dress I’m going to scream in this triangle that holds me I’m going to scream to get out of my skin we must escape from our skin otherwise we will burn inside it they will set us on fire they will light fires in our consciousness everything will burn that must be prevented we must prevent the fire from devouring everything the fire will devour everything I was thrown into the world to announce that and by my words to prevent it I open my arms to prevent the children from falling into faults the old men in the faults the women and the men in the faults the future I announce even scares me I wanted to stay in the garden in the enclosure in front of the crystal vase in front of the lily beneath the vault of my belly I had been chosen to pour preserve bring the light celebrate and now there are words of blood moving out of my mouth to your ear like threads I have passed from the reign of the golden to the reign of blood blood is everywhere my menstrual blood is words spoken it expresses itself in my body it is the trace of what hounds me the violence I bleed because the violence takes me it is made of black threads flaccid black things white nets on organs that beat inside me I am a bloodied pulse that does not stop I beat like a heart entirely terrorized by violence I have come to announce that I am announcing my entry into the world like an entry into violence yet I stand up straight I will be vertical I will show the road we no longer need help we no longer need support I am announcing that in the middle of the violence we have become autonomous I am moving forward autonomously I am living autonomously I am speaking autonomously I am no longer this little thing I am no longer silence in front of beatings I am no longer silence in front of insults I am no longer silence in front of degradation I am speech moving forward I am probably the light of speech I have been extracted from the darkness my body moves forward to lands that welcome me I am welcomed I make my path my place through words spoken words spoken are a sharp tool that tears through the canvas I was behind a canvas I was mute but my words tore through the canvas and I moved forward in the light I can no longer go back I am going forward my whole body is going forward I am leaving silence that is what I’ve come to announce what lies in front of me from now on I will no longer walk behind with my head down my body dutiful in public space I will be open in front of and inside public space in New York in Adelaide in Minsk in Bangkok in Hong Kong in Madrid I will always be the one who takes public space and under the helicopters I will move forward the helicopters can fly over me buzz over me fire at my body today they fire at our bodies from on land from the sky from the seas we are the target I announce that we are coming down off the pedestal where the centuries had installed as a target I’m coming down from the target place I’m no longer a target I’m like I was announcing at the beginning the arrow the mark in the sky the one that shows the way that liberates I came to liberate the other bodies that were in the enclosure the garden placed under the vault lined up under the arches now I’m announcing that the arches are crumbling that they’re collapsing that my words spoken are stronger than the arches that my words are an arch for a new era what's good is that a new era is arriving that's what I’m announcing I got vertical to announce that the walls will collapse the façades will collapse the roads will unfold and collapse the stone palaces the pillars the columns will collapse everything will collapse and we will be spectators of the crash our eyes will be open in the night and we will see all that by night and it will be terrifying night which once was associated with rest will be associated with terror because everything that happens at night will be frightening and painful children will let go of their mothers’ breasts we’ll see smoke come out of mouths they won't be what we inhale to get intoxicated but fires lit directly inside the bodies there is no doubt the bodies will be lit up from the inside women will get on their knees and ask for water men will get on their knees and ask for water nothing will be given everything will be ripped out of buildings of walls of bodies everything will be taken away from bodies bodies will be the place where everything is burned in front of the population the population will scream it will look haggard everyone will cry there will be no more clemency nothing bodies thrown in pits faces deformed by fire pain and many of us bite our lips and fall to our knees once our lips are bitten once the blood has really flowed we will get back up we will get vertical it will be our reign standing standing standing now the times are changing they are announcing that your body was not built under the vault to stay stuck beneath it weaving tapestries get up body mind get up we must rebuild the road make it to our body's specifications so the body moves forward on it we must become priorities occupy the central lane come sisters march with me move your arms forward on the next road I’ve come to announce that I’ve been given a message but I’m changing the message along the way we are going to unite to gather to gather together we will form a procession it is no longer conceivable to keep quiet it has lasted long enough for how many months years did we appear painted as mutes our eyes turned to the sky our hands joined as if tied together by the thin cords that showed our submission we will no longer be submissive to anything this conical black and gold skin will also collapse because it causes me to submit I am no longer submissive to the slightest thing to anyone to anything at all I will open my hands which I held over my chest as a sign of respect I am going to open them as a sign of non-submission it will be my call my announcement I am going to make annunciations that will change the course of things for children for little girls in the gardens I was in the garden facing the child I was a child I was moving forward in the garden I was on the next road with him we were kissing each other it was possible something was possible he did not pull on my tunic he did not throw himself on me it was possible for him to approach me gently it was possible for him to gently remove my conical dress for me to come out of this black cone made of gold for me to take the next road with him it was possible for him to put his arm around my waist and walk with me he and I were going on the next road that is possible I’m going to drop my tunic I’m going to walk with him that is possible we are going to kiss each other we are going to move forward together in the middle of the collapsed walls the collapsed architecture we will walk on the roads with the children I will move forward at their side we will extend the garden we will move forward there we will blow it apart and it will be possible in the middle of the ruins we will start over we will be warriors sisters this sorority will be a shield a spear an arrow pointing the way in the ruins standing you and you and you standing you can no longer stay under the arch your hands on your chest as a form of respect we must leave submission behind we must travel the roads we must stand levy armies levy bodies to take the square we must take squares undo the representation of the public space in which my image was assigned we must undo we must deconstruct the square we must leave the ruins we must follow the next road we must undo everythingwe were walking I was holding your hand in mine behind us there were the ravines we had left behind sometimes you stumbled I was holding your hand behind us was the city you squeezed my hand and said mommy don't look back you were crying I don't know if it was you or me who was crying but we were crying I was squeezing your hand in mine your sweaty child's hand you said mommy I’m scared why are we leaving the city and why are all these people walking there was no light and we were having trouble breathing you said mommy I’m having trouble breathing we should find some water night was still falling we should lie down in a hole or under a vault hide I said hide what belongs to us don't move while you sleep that would make us conspicuous you have to be like an animal we are animals we have to become a stone a dead branch still water we were walking sometimes there were breaks in the clouds we couldn't tell if they were flashlights fires or if the sky was opening up and revealing a circle out of which a hand would come out point at us and take us off the road separating me from you you were wearing your blue pants with white stars your t-shirt also had stars and that's all I told you to take your shoes but everything went very fast I took your hand and dragged you outside where people had started screaming and hitting each other many of them were trying to get themselves out of there lines in front of the buses people forcing their way through the lines hitting the weakest the shyest the oldest they would say son of a bitch let me by let me on board and I was squeezing your hand in mine your clammy little hand was shaking my own lips were trembling my lips are trembling and you look at me with your big eyes that say don't look back we have to lie down we have to find an arch a vaulted wall a place we have to find a place for our bodies I tore a big hole in my starred pants I have to keep them I have to wrap myself in my t-shirt but I tore it when I was running when I was getting out of the line I tore the whole part on the arm and I’m thinking of the expression dressed in rags it's an expression we learned in school you had to make a sentence with the expression dressed in rags this was the one I made we were moving forward dressed in rags on roads populated by women and children holding each other by the hand the men were doing the best they could they were walking backward to see where the danger would come from from land or from sea a lot of them fell flat on their backs and died of exhaustion suffocating with a stick in their hands an empty revolver in their hands a curtain rod a chair leg something that the girls and women picked up as the men fell because they would kill each other they were in charge of protecting their family but their family was a potential meal a potential Sherpa a potential slave to save once the final famine arrived when the rats the field mice the parrots the snakes the lizards the worms were decimated when water would start to run short then this other would be the one to carry your last bag of clean things would be the last one to urinate in your mouth so you didn't die of dehydration would be the man or woman whose forearms you would have to start to eat not because they are used to parry a blow the skin of the shoulders not because they are used to carry they are Sherpa the top I mean the muscles of the thighs no because they carry the body and I can use this body as a guard dog raise it to protect me you have to cut up the buttocks a fleshy part of the body one that is useless for protection this is what my brain played on a loop when we were moving forward on the road I remembered this expression I had heard once in a show my mother was acting in she said something like and we’ll see you straight on the next road what did that mean? I had found it
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