Saturday 27 June 2009

After the hospital

I had read that the singer named Russian Red got her name from the name of a lipstick. So far it's not strange. Yesterday, doing some shopping in an Aldi supermarket, I had a look at the cosmetics section....to my surprise there was a lipstick+lipliner set named russian red. I got it since i like red lipsticks....

After several days at the hospital and 2 weeks isolated at home (and since then going out just for short walks) I sort of needed colours. There's some kind of renewal after days at a hospital....Red lipstick, high-heeled shoes (still can't really wear them), fresh air, movement, the trees, parks...Nothing is the same. Brand new lisptick for brand new days...for a brand new time. Colours for the frustration of the hard treatment, for the frustration of the tiredness, for the nauseas and vertigo. Red as inflection point, red as start point, red to highlight steps beginning inside me.

Rifater, myambutol...and red lipstick.

Monday 1 June 2009

RIFALDIN, PIRAZINAMIDA, ETAMBUTOL & ISONIAZIDA

Quin quartet...que en realitat són 13 subjectes (bé, 12 més un que ha adoptat la forma de suspensió xaropística).



Quartet que executa la coreografia de la meva clausura. Almenys des d’aquí ja no veig el cartell electoral (em van treure un anunci d’un cotxe, que almenys no feia q em sentís com observada per un polític que ofereix solucions) que es veia des de la cambra de l’hospital...

Quartet que li canta a la meva pleura i al meu pulmó esquerre.



Qui et va cridar, Quartet, per enviar-te amb mi?




Dolors i febre

Raigs-x i analítica

Líquid pleural

Agulla-extracció

Mascareta

Aïllament

Ostracisme

Espera

Quartet

Clausura