news, culture & events — 20 April 2017

Between story and plot comes the end of the story –
the grand and hysterical

Someone broke up with someone, amorously –
there was a vase
now there is a vase with bloodied glaze
In a room
somewhere

and we keep talking about it
and we will keep talking around it
well into the afternoon
and we will say A LOT

seeing as

The overthinking tends to be funny and
to be benefiting a good cause and
to be calculating the cost per hour even

of the burgeoning narrative voice

Narrator: “We find oursleves in a shop
as visitors wearing uniforms, in character
and we shall end soon
but before we do,
we all want something
even if it is as small as a glass of water.
And as we will imminently go about
our own ways looking for it
we shall invent.
Here we’ll have remembered a shop (an actual shop) selling workwear and sleeping bags to soldiers, with the uniform echo of items being formerly merchandised.”

To our left
Sleeping bag:
An aluminum frame with an impetuous tongue (of the newsprint drivel) has enervated the room.
It has risen like the scorching sun
like a stockpile of plastic fabric remembering itself outloud

At second glance, it doubles the shopfront, which is suffering a solemn arrest
softly peeping against the nervous hissing of the evanescent cars just outside

Further inside
Maria’s trough
a plastic bag thickness
that channels the clay remains of old works inside its narrow but plumbed outlines

an instrument of historiographic reduction
A diaristic entry submerged in a preserving solution
If the trough were to form a narrative voice
It would be lukewarm or warming
And it would leak into the room like some thermal spill only visible to those with an open heart
And resilience

And for the brave who venture at the back
And are enticed to climb the stairs
And look out from the mezannine
There will appear
A model city
Of glassy panes on wooden beams

A little geometric abstraction
Remembering a Nicosian gestalt
Of the newest balconies forming above the meandering legacy of Neoterismoi Toumazou
As summoned up by the grandaughter

:

Between story and plot comes the end of the story –
the grand and hysterical

Someone broke up with someone, amorously –
there was a shop with a name and a grandfather and a grandmother and a grandchild sitting at the back
And with rotating produce
Now there is a soft tribute of honeyed temporality
Instead of produce, there is its shadow, sculpted, transfigured, added onto, and departing

and we keep talking about it
and we will keep talking around it
well into the afternoon
and we will say A LOT

seeing as

The overthinking tends to be funny and
to be benefiting a good cause and
to be calculating the cost per hour even

Of the burgeoning visitor’s voice

text by Maya Tounta

 

When? Until 20th May, Wed-Sat 6pm-8pm or by appointment

Where? Neoterismoi Toumazou, 69A Aeschylou Street, Nicosia 1011

69A Aeschylou Street 1011 Nicosia

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