Tanzquartier Wien

A list of desires that spring from my heart
As I watched Alex Franz Zehetbauer/PARASOL’s Mouth at Each End, a Choir
That can lead to great dramatic extravagances
In the sudden occurrence of a performative activity
In which more than one person is required to sing.
🎤Look with me and tell me what you see 🎤

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1. One way or another I will find you
   <At the> karaoke bar
   <with my> a cappella group
   You know… Like a sudden reminder of the power of a twinkle in the eye and a song sung with a smile… When simplicity in felicity ensues.

2. Elbow to the knee as we thump together, 🎶Nah-Nahs🎶 in unison, carefully matching in pitch.
3. Songs, songs, many songs were sung, and in this beautiful cacophony, an amicable look in your eyes I found.

4. As I swallow a memory of you, I’m confronted by a most delightful “Hello”. It still lingers graciously in my thoughts.

5. Sing your 🎶Nah-Nahs🎶, diva, and I will disclose the fabric of my own 🎶Nah-Nah🎶through its tone quality.

6. Oh, my 🎶Nah-Nahs🎶.
7. A perfect illustration of a well-controlled staccato breath that bathes in a silky reflection of those angels of the night.

8. The town crier, the seducer, the lamenter and the two travellers… A mechanical imagery of sound that moves among their differences to come together in sonorous 🎶Na-Nahs🎶. Taking each other apart, scattered parts becoming one.

9. A casual reminder to eat, to be eaten, to be regurgitated in sound.
   <BUT>

10. Your liquid, in which I wash myself, brings me closer to delight.

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11. So let’s sway from side to side, hips in rotation… A note of guidance with another twinkle in the eye.

12. As the risers move along the shore, with a book in hand, don’t stop singing to the dancing girl.
13. With the accents in tension, conducting themselves in comedic relief… Rejecting a traditional choral movement.

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14. The spotlight turning towards me, asking me to join their 🎶Nah-Nahs🎶?
15. An audience experience taken into account, lingering in a melodic “What do you like?”
16. I see you, you see me, we see each other at the disco.
17. Then, a sudden submission to a simple and effective encounter, where I fall into your growls while you scream back at them, sweet enchantments that fuel my flight.

18. A beverage to bring us to a collective gargle, manifesting itself in an effervescent eruption. Hypnotising in sound and movement.

19. Yet the bleachers keep on turning as you gargle for me, so I can then gargle on you.
20. Watch me as I look down, the room twists about, we attune to each other, sipping from the shiny green canteen while whispering to myself a repetitive “I gargle on your gargle”.
21. We journey in time, where I twist with you, while your innards speak to me of a lovely buzzing melody, and for a fleeting moment you sprinkle your desires, under a tree, in a pale yellowish blue sky, right on to me.

22. This collective machinery keeps turning me about, relishing in the beautifully blended canopy of voices, yet it’s the river that continuously tries to speak to me.

23. Shimmering decrescendos fall steadily as I swallow a melody once again, their 🎶OoOos🎶disappearing slowly into the dark abyss of the solid veiling.

24. A thumping sound returns, taking me with them. Are we there yet?
25. As the search for this body of water continues, propelled by the whispers from their guts, demanding to reconnect, the demon child speaks into my ear as they spit together, bringing me closer to that which is primordial in me… Like, have you ever heard of a queer trill?

26. Yet in the chaos of the river, exposed in their stillness, they find a grounding melody.
27. A throbbing techno heartbeat lurks behind me as it runs down my chest. The demon child decides to make a comeback once again just to spit at me in delight. I can’t help but to crash into your moan, just like a desired dissonance that’s smartly placed on a chromatic scale.

28. But, still, the elastic show girl keeps us in a trance with her perfect crescendos. With my back towards you, I slowly sing above the surface of the glittering stream, then gouge my eyes out from your ass right into my soul. Moments later, as I find myself lost in the hours, I match your pitch, like a friend that sings to me about the landslide of harmonies that fell upon us once before.

29. Five, six, seven, eight, you know I will luxuriate.
30. One, two, three, four, singing together by the shore:[1]

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[1]These lines may be read in the form of a numbered list or as continuous text. In the event that you are feeling very extra, try and read it out as a monologue to your friends. These sentences can also serve as inspiration for song lyrics or merely as a reliquary of sentiments ignited by the mouth at each of our ends.*

Luis Javier Murillo Zúñiga AKA La Terre’ is a performance artist and drag diva from Costa Rica.