Art. Appropriate and Instructive.
Nellie Tinder WRITINGS
From TAKE HEART: THE NEW COMPLETE TEXT FROM NT'S 2008 PS122 PERFORMANCE!
Narrator:
Once. Upon a time that could have been one year ago, but also two and also none, the springtime and the flowers and the sunshine made everything much better. And the people walked the streets amazed that such little ingredients such as the sunshine and flowers could do everything when just a little time ago it felt as though even if the winter were to end, the sun shining and the feeble flower blossoms would be futile warriors against the misery of the reality of the harsh harsh world that has been beating at your back for what might have been eternity or might have been three weeks or might have been four months or might have been none.
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JENNIE:
My dear and faithful friend,
I hope you’re having a wonderful, soul nourishing time in the brackets unspecified end brackets mountains. I’m writing to you in the twilight of a summer evening; restless as a teenager, itchy like a kid.
Julia is singing again. She is terminally singing. The sound of her voice has become like the drumroll of the enemy army approaching my interior world. I feel so desperately full of hatred. I want to pull out her hair, I want to disembowel her, I want to stamp on her skull then commit hari kari. I’m shocked with myself, what kind of evil am I? I try tactic after tactic, deep breathing, blatant honesty : nothing seems to work. Poor dear: it’s not her fault she annoys the shit out of me. I try to be kind but my benevolence is presumptuous and does her even less service than my anger.
I think I shouldn’t have come here. I’m suffering and I hate myself for suffering. I’m maudlin and over-romantic. I think about love as a default and I’m not even that interested in it. I wish I could work with my hands and I wish I didn’t wish that. I wish I could really feel rather than simply know that this will pass. I don’t wish you were here because I’d be a total bitch.
At the same time I miss miss miss you.