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Shadow. Eurydice Says

Shadow. Eurydice Says Shadow. Eurydice Says Elfriede Jelinek Translated by Gitta Honegger don’t know what’s gliding down my leg, no, it actually seems to come from below, working itself upward, has it reached the heel yet, the knee? Something gliding softly, thin, trickle-like, actually flattering, sort of. Yes, now! Something’s penetrating, it hurts, something opened up in me, what is it?, I am completely open with you: I don’t know. It slid inside me, I am getting hot, hold it, I have the feeling I have to throw off some ballast, clothes? Something’s flowing, maybe I will no longer be able to work at the stove or on the manuscript I just started, which came out of me so smoothly before. Yes. Maybe everything was working too smoothly. My writing flows as well, that’s how it feels to me, you know, whereas my husband sings. He runs on a soundtrack all his own. That made him famous. Before he started to sing, silence was something grand, sacred, now silence no longer exists; he pierced the silence with his singing and destroyed it. I remained rather silent. I write, should anyone be interested. It works like this, you see: liquid flows from http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png PAJ: A Journal of Performance and Art MIT Press

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Publisher
MIT Press
Copyright
© 2011 Elfriede Jelinek. Reprinted by permission of Rowohlt Theater Verlag.
ISSN
1520-281X
eISSN
1537-9477
DOI
10.1162/PAJJ_a_00354
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Abstract

Shadow. Eurydice Says Elfriede Jelinek Translated by Gitta Honegger don’t know what’s gliding down my leg, no, it actually seems to come from below, working itself upward, has it reached the heel yet, the knee? Something gliding softly, thin, trickle-like, actually flattering, sort of. Yes, now! Something’s penetrating, it hurts, something opened up in me, what is it?, I am completely open with you: I don’t know. It slid inside me, I am getting hot, hold it, I have the feeling I have to throw off some ballast, clothes? Something’s flowing, maybe I will no longer be able to work at the stove or on the manuscript I just started, which came out of me so smoothly before. Yes. Maybe everything was working too smoothly. My writing flows as well, that’s how it feels to me, you know, whereas my husband sings. He runs on a soundtrack all his own. That made him famous. Before he started to sing, silence was something grand, sacred, now silence no longer exists; he pierced the silence with his singing and destroyed it. I remained rather silent. I write, should anyone be interested. It works like this, you see: liquid flows from

Journal

PAJ: A Journal of Performance and ArtMIT Press

Published: Jan 1, 2017

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