Iphigenia crash lands falls on the neon shell that was once her heart: a rave fable

A rave fable: bandstand doll plays

 

Enter club scene: aircraft hanger. A column of light shines on Iphigenia. Music blares. Lights. Dancing. Rave.

 

Iphigenia: The aircraft hanger opens an electric wound. Somnambulant bodies throb under the crimson light. Girls with cellophane chests

Put blue pacifiers in their tender mouths

While Diesel shirt boys twirl and hip-shake

To a subsonic bass line.

 

Downboy by Gisela A plays:

Fresa Girls move amond the throbbing mass of shadows.

 

FG2: Hey. Its gonnen faster.

FG1: What?

FG2: Everything. Look at the screen.

3: What?

2: the screen.

1: its cool

2: What?

3: Lets move.

 

Iphegina: A thousand factory girls move as the beat consumes

The everlasting promise of sundown.

Iphigenia feels her name escape through the pale insomnia

Of the fake Gucci, Prada, and Helmut Lang seething around her.

“Oooh and aaah” she lets herself cry.

 

ALL girls: Ooooh and aahhhh…

 

Ipheginia: As the cobras hiss n the blue lounge to one side of the wide open hangar. I have become invisible in this flickering light.

Lick me.

 

Rave.

 

Virtual MC: Lick her, cries the Virtual MC, and welcome to the end, el fin, finis!

Lick her face and rub up against the slimacric wood of a planer about to go to dust. This is el fin, children. This is the end. Hold onto your cojones. We go the sound to un-still your hearts blasting through tommoroow, hasta manana, until the wee bleak trash-can Sinatra hours of a dim morning that will go on for days, or until the enxt brutality brings us face –to face. Ick and moan, cabrones. Moan in the creep of this psychedelic light because here we do what the state says.

 

Achilles picture flashes on all the screen. BORNS image.

 

Virtual MC cont: lift up your hands, guerrilla ballerinas showing off your Hello Kitty straps. Its time to smash our heads, down those raspberry martinis, and dream of Mars, Because “the war is over, the gods are over, everything..” Hijos and hisjas de la gran puta, is over.

So lick those scab off those valentine lips,

 

Achilles image licks the screen and swallows a tablet of E

 

Fresa girls place E on Iphigenias tongue.

 

Virtual MC cont: the boy with cherry crush, crazy love, hot pink, star red lips. Achilles. Give your tits and dicks up for our very own war-bred pop myth with Day Glo hips that move, oh yes.

 

Ipheignia: Whos he talking about?

FG2: The boy with the body. SEE?

 

BORNS is on all the screens. Electric Love Video playing.

 

BORNS/Achilles: Stoked up on the cocaine

Living with a migraine

Looking for an end to end all my days

Strolling through the backwoods

Living on the wild glue

Taking what I can fo what I pay

Swimming with the rats

Behind the cops

Cutting white snow on the hoods of la migra

Pulling small roazors from inside my leg

Cutting young men

And al lthe pretty girls

Dance in the deluge

All the pretty girls

Kill

Why don’t ou kiss me?

Killing for a bum rush

Off a lousing bum fuck

Bitches in the corner

Begging for a blow job

Caught in la tijera

Of a road made of sin

Spinning my brain: oh what can I, what can i..?

And all the pretty girls

Dance in the deluge

All the fresa girls die..

Why don’t youdie?

Where is your father, girl?

Where is your father?

Hes left you all alone in the world.

Tell me.

 

Achilles sings to the camera, a la mick jagger

 

Ipheginia: Hold me. My limbs ache. I tremble. I blur. One hundred and twenty beats perminute: my heart goes.

 

Achilles video fades

 

Ipheginia: The fresa girls surround me iwht their stained skirts, and metallic forheads. I move, pulse, escape. The inside of my chest bursting. I tease myself into thinking no one can find me here. And then I see you standing beside me, Father, except you don’t look like yourself. You wear a smart coat and tal hair, place your hand over my eyes, and whisper “shhh, angel.”

 

All FG: shhhh

Iphigenia: As a knife comes inmy back and I feel myself fall a thousand feet down

craig armstrong – escape plays

ALL FG: Shhhhh

Iphiegina: A thousand feet into darkness. And you don’t say anything. Father, you done even say

 

ALL FG: shhhh

Ipheginia: You just smile. With white snow on your tongue. I am laser-lit. Suspended. A hundred million particles of light. Iphigenia is dying. Hold me.

 

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s