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  • Palms of hands hot against our eyes
    are not enough to blot out
    dead actors
    on crackling screens.

    How the reel flies!
    Hot lights sear our eyes
    as a female with long blond wig
    makes us a drink, beckoning,
    an actor long mangled in airplane rubble
    rolls his eyes at someone's joke.
    They live.

    Shouting off-screen
    the soundtrack buckles in fear
    perhaps the actors are abandoning
    the holy script
    perhaps their fingers tear
    at the flying

    Having paid full admission
    we hate to walk out

    An avalanche of bodies, faces,
    hands become wands
    casting out the ugly who
    do not deserve to live.
    We are the ugly, unfilmed
    who do not deserve to live.
    Dead actors gloat upon us
    like magicians they flash gestures
    of life: we stare.
    Even our shrieks of terror are
    amateur work, unfilmed.
    We who do not deserve to live live
    constantly.


    Poem by Joyce Carol Oates from collection "Anonymous Sins & Other Poems" (1969).

     

    Creators:

    Rafał Alchimowicz - dancer

    Aleksandra Foltman - dancer

    Edyta Janusz-Ehrlich - actress

    Tatiana Kamieniecka - choreographer

    Adrian Kulesza - dancer

    Marcin Kulwas - producer, author of script and music

    Agata Mieniuk - actress

    Kalina Porazińska - dancer

    Magdalena Płaneta - director