Inventor on Earth

Inventor on
Earth  

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Inventor on

 

Earth

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I remember

as clear

as the existence

of God

is heaven: roughly I cheered

the funnel of spewed

hatred

of the globe

and restless as I was

I sat

deeply considerate

the cemetery of devil’s masses.

 

Passionately I kissed the insane flow

of rotten hair.

Inventor on Earth is the poem of Anton Podbevšek, whose poetry is associated with the beginning of the historical avant-garde movement in Slovenia. By tracing the internal tension of his poetry, Inventor on Earth seeks to stage Podbevšek's "cosmic anarchism", expressing the force of endless expansion of the edge of possibility. If this force in the title song manifests itself in the desire to liberate the potentials that are suppressed by the unjust regulation of human society, the image of a man who is a prisoner of the universe itself is sketched in cosmic space after overstepping the bounds of the horizon. What could give rise to the liberation from this captivity?

Inventor on Earth  

The Performance

A performance by Bara Kolenc

Anton Podbevšek Teater, Novo Mesto, Slovenia, November 2018
Performed and co-created by: Andraž Jug, Leja Jurišić, Urban Kuntarič, Jelena Rusjan, Pavle Ravnohrib, Sašo Vollmaier, Marina Džukljev
Text: Anton Podbevšek
Assistant Director: Ana Laura Richter
Dramaturgy: Miklavž Komelj

Sound Design: Matevž Kolenc
Adaptation of the piano compositions by Marij Kogoj (Malenkosti): Matevž Kolenc and Sašo Vollmaier
Piano player: Marina Džukljev
Set Design: Marko Japelj
Video and Photo: Zack Sievers
Light Design: Simon Žižek
Tone Design: Uroš Bon
Costume Design: Špela Ema Veble and Nina Jagodic

Proudced by: Anton Podbevšek Teater
Financial support: Ministry of Culture of the Republic of Slovenia, City of Novo Mesto, Krka

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But my back, already bent like a bony palm tree, stretched like a broken bow, I grabbed as in a dream the silver whistle and put it in my trembling mouth. With whistling, which went through the brain and the bones, the furious and sloughing snakes began to dance – they were wrapping around me, stretching their blown necks, which only seconds ago were wading in my blood and hissing with their long, split tongues. And I also in front of me in burning flames giant crocodiles, gasping for me, feasting on my flesh and my bones – gushes of my blood were falling on poppy fields – and myself, as if shot, always higher and higher rising. From my head condors, eagles, falcons, nightingales, larks and the entire flock of birds began to fly. And I said to myself: “These are my thoughts!”

                        (They covered the sky above me.)

And the clouds were swarming in their loose clothes like herds of rabid elephants, strong thunder began to hit and I saw the darkness above me densely scattered with fire arrows.

                        (It seemed as if the worlds were tumbling down. Some birds started coming to the ground, others were flying in airy distances as if haunted.)

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In fairy tale mountains – lit by a red half-moon which seemed like a bent dagger, sprayed with blood – I sang as crazy about myself, Atwood’s parachute.

(in my 17th year)

When

I

went

to

the

promised

land

Kanaan

in

my

dreams

I

saw

a

Neronian,

satanic

and

hyenic

grinning,

familiar

face:

 

As

you

sing

in

the

middle

of

the

globe,

one

sings

in

the

far

north,

south,

east

and

west.

 

The

devil

stretched

with

a

black

smile

his

polyp

hands

after

me

and

I

felt

him

drilling

my

falcon

eyes

-

even

more

drilled

his

rattlesnake

tail.

But

I

was

only

freezing

cold.

Me,

an

iceberg

in

the

Atlantic

sea,

with

a

sphynx-like

face

I

lit

my

torch

next to his

and the landscape

in

front

of

me

burnt

in

a

hazy,

red

light

in

which

scabietic

humans

crawled

and

walked

all

over

each other:

 

As

you

sing

in

the

middle

of

the

globe,

one

sings

in

the

far

north,

south,

east

and

west!

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