Spell for Disturbances | Vrahjah pen-tru tuhl- buh-rah-re

by Diana Damian Martin

This text is inviting you to read out loud; or perhaps, read with your inner voice. It invites you to occupy a different language, if this language is new to you. It invites you to dwell within it whether it is of your body or not.

 

For example, you might want to whistle from the top of the balcony.

 

The balcony hangs just outside, melting into height

 

You might say: fluh-eh-ra and bahl-con.

 

You might want to turn your head around (in-vers).

 

You might want to rehs-pi-rah.

 

You might want to head to the old oak tree at the junction between two motorways,

 

one melting into the Danube

 

the other crossing a border

 

or maybe fleeing. I am not sure.

 

The border the motorway crosses has moved; there is a fragment of the motorway that is missing. There is a fracture on the motorway. The motorway is being regularly visited by wild horses.

 

You can hear a lot of something if you follow the motorway, the sky changes there.

 

You might want to say: ah-oooh-toh-strah-dah.

 

Mahala is the old name for a neighbourhood.

 

There is a billboard in the middle of the neighbourhood

 

Layers peeling off

 

At one point, the Santa from the Coca Cola winter advert, then a politican,

 

They added benches in front of the billboard

 

So you can be in your own movie

 

If you like.

 

Or, if you go to the Mahala,

 

Can you see my grandfather polishing shoes

 

or deboning fish

 

Smell sage.

 

You might want to say: sahl- veh-eh and rub it in your palms.

 

You might want to say: us-tuh-roy.

 

Can you smell the garlic?

 

Diana Damian Martin is one of the co-curators of Something Other