25 Jan a call and response @carine roth
"Eeeeeeeeee-ho
Hey-O"
On the Plats, someone cries out
the echo responds... "Hey-Ooo".
Reminds me of Freddy mercury on stage at Wembley....
He was undoubtedly already HIV-positive, one of those dazzling beings, a body thrown into the space of a lifetime.
"Eeeeeeeee-ho, Hey-O!" he sings to the crowd
"Eeeeeeeeee-ho, Hey-O!" chant the thousands of voices in a single response.
It's an act of love, responding to a call.
Life is a "call and response": a proposal is made, life makes it, and we respond, more or less harmoniously, poetically or successfully.
Far away on the Plats, a dog barks.
"Baobaobao" the mountain replies.
And the dog who hears it barks even louder... Games of mirrors, I am you, you are I, we are them, one two three, 1-2-3, who says what?
I observe, I listen, I'm there
I love this mountain, we know each other, we hang out, we do some serious flirting.
The dog's barking seems to tickle her as she plays with him like a child throwing a stick.
They're both getting happier and happier.
Les Plats resonates with this amazing encounter.
And when everything calms down and the dog moves on to other tracks, I'm left a little overwhelmed, as if erotically moved, by what I've witnessed.
I'm getting closer.
Closer to this immense wall, this imposing body.
What a beauty there before me, my master, my queen, I murmur.
And if I made a call, would you answer?
"Eeeeeeeeee-ho, Hey-O!"
... you hesitate.... and suddenly: "eeeee-oooo...." a response, soft, slow, comes back to me.
I'm standing right here
So are you.
Standing with the Mountain.
You teach me.
And I dare, I say "I love you!"
... you answer.... "aiiiiime"....
It's a call and response.
Everything plays, everything opens up, everything responds.
Love everything.
I think one day, today, a mountain said "I love you" to me.
I burst into tears.
Thank you.
Thank you ... Grief, Grace.
I need the grandeur of this Mountain Being to take the measure of this dance, grievance and grace, of this obviousness, of this necessity.
To love is to know that you're going to lose what you love and who you love.
And to love them even more, knowing that one day we'll have to lose them.
A broken heart, cracked open.
Here I am.
I don't know whether she's my friend or my lover, we dance, I cry endless tears of tenderness and sadness, from one star to another.
My beloved, my invincible, my lasting absence.
Echoing, crying out in love to locate each other, to get to know each other, to find each other, echolocation in the dark, little by little a landscape takes shape, a relief, a profile, an intuition of how it all seems to work, in the fabric of the world, in what seems to echo the texture of the stars.
Oscillating with the star.
How we greet each other, from afar, when we meet in the wilderness.
It's all about intimacy.
Every sound, every form, every being, all beings, everything vibrates, everything responds, everything beckons, everything signifies, everything ecstasies.
This is called life.
"Eeeeeeeeee-ho,
Hey-O"
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