Affiche du mois
by Leslie King
They
asked me back. And luckily I saw another poster that made
me stop, think and walk into several shoppers hurrying down
rue des Martyrs.
This
time it was a largish poster pasted on a slice of wall separating
a café and a grocery shop in the 9th arrondissement.
I
glanced casually at what looked like the lower torso and upper
crotch of a man, scarred by a river of blood, from the belly
button to the pubic area.
Someone
has since tried to convince me that it is the lower half a
woman. But I think that’s just because he sees women
everywhere.
Anyway
that day I saw a man, with a map on his skin, and a gashy
wound of a border, between unspecified lands.
My
eyes travelled up to the Title “La Douleur de la Cartographie”.
Intrigued and happy that such a correlation had been made
between map and pain, I noticed that it was in fact the name
of a play, to be shown in the Lavoir Parisien, a theatre in
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I
decided almost automatically, that at last some stranger had identified,
what I thought I was the only one to identify…a pointless
need us humans have, to divide up everything.
An
unimaginative solution to political problems, according to Edward
Said. And I agree.
Maybe I
should try and see this play instead of standing here, like a penguin,
waiting for the street to disappear.
Leslie
King
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