Jennifer Mackenzie is a poet and reviewer, focusing on work from and about the Asian region. She makes regular appearances at festivals and conferences, including the Ubud, Makassar and Irrawaddy Festivals. Her most recent work is ‘Borobudur and Other Poems‘ (Lontar, Jakarta 2012).
Artaud and the Ecstatic Transfer
Exposition colonial internationale, Paris 1931
‘Who am I?
Where do I come from?
I am Antonin Artaud
and I say this
as I know how to say this
immediately
you will see my present body
burst into fragments
and remake itself
in ten thousand notorious
aspects’
and how does time flow?
the gesture/s and the fan
flickering across continents
the gamelan’s
ecstatic pinning of the minimal and the decorative
to a percussive consciousness
pirouette through the horizontal mirror of fingers
fly into theatre’s mango grove and
marketplace where
the golden heart outlives winter
transparent pick of the gamelan
*
the priest predicted rain
for this afternoon
and it is gently falling
over the rice-fields
over bright lamplight
rain a soft gauze
onto the black night
crickets chirp, geckos
dart over walls, seeking
secret hiding places
among columns of insects
marching over plants
refreshed and sensible to light
*
from the black and ruined forest
the dancer springs
frontally illuminated
swaddled chrysalis
fingers flickering butterfly wings
defiant of the
dark unspoken gloom of
trees, mountains withholding
unnavigable springs
frantic hollow drumbeats score
a gestured metaphysic
mirrored interplay of
moonrise eyes, pouting lips
head travelling shoulder to shoulder
as if on rollers
rain singing over instruments
sharded flights of sound
inflected, airborne from the back of the throat
syncopated feet, hot and dexterous
stamping crackling leaves and twigs
from a percussive earth
conjuring dry seething plants
gulping rain,
beckon the ecstatic drummer
*
ballroom where the
lover-dance
undid me
waltzing over snow
in flaming sunset
*
the gamelan of death
is coming along the river bank
I hide in a hollow from
wild unleashed
I place the mask over the collapsing
portraiture
mask and its double
I am the fearful aspect of
the Tiger, I am – and do not question it –
I am the Other