"The Holy Sweatshop of Meaning" - Performance at Plurabelle 19 November 2010

© Erica Böhr, 2010

Invite 30 people to tear out a page from 26 stolen bibles; apply a grid method to randomly select words, write them down.  Hand them to me: I compose and then perform the text.

The Holy Sweatshop of Meaning

Libnah licks his sores, corpses gaze, tax-gatherers decide.

The Army’s seven sackcloths anointed lawyers,

priests violated even the dogs’ seed.

Weeping Jesus yielded descendants; twelve females anointed philistines

and sinners swallowed earth, sowing perseverance.

Jesse had raised battle lines,

heavens measuring rod canes the tent.

Days go, choked voices dwell.

Stomach’s blood - the cock crew.

Son and Son, Father and Father inherit a territory

water salmon reached far because after jesus, how dare you do boundaries?

Teachers perform speaking cones; the altar attacks the temple.

Hot air blows my burnt offering, signs to punish and murder.

Jesus had his father’s teeth and Pilate

complied: up his pregnant weeping wife - stiff-necked God.

However forsaken, the silver herds on the hilltops come,

the harvest of god.

Evil reigned hundredfold and the priest wrote mighty works

of offering on the bronze throne.

Anger led them, our sins are standing.

Women, bring your disobedience!

Sycamore vineyards had sent these orders:

enemies hate men who are attacking me.

Other punishment: ground room!

Officials, come crowd round.

Scribes in the Holy sweatshop of Meaning:

How conceited speaking wisdom.

I am your King Father!

© Erica Böhr, 2010