I went to Connecting Space HK, setup the camera and read a poem in front of one of the installation piece. I wanted to break two typical/consensual rules of exhibition space: 1)no video recordings, 2) not to talk loudly.
The gallery lady was quite nice and she didn't interrupt me until I finish reading. However I forgot to set a camera to capture her reactions, so I only have her voice as reference. Also, during the documentation, I stopped the recording once without true intention. Thus so the documentation are spread into two. Part of the conversation is missed out, but it does not really affect the presentation of the action.
What the Body ToldBY RAFAEL CAMPO
Not long ago, I studied medicine.It was terrible, what the body told.
I’d look inside another person’s mouth,
And see the desolation of the world.
I’d see his genitals and think of sin.
Because my body speaks the stranger’s language,
I’ve never understood those nods and stares.
My parents held me in their arms, and still
I think I’ve disappointed them; they care
And stare, they nod, they make their pilgrimage
To somewhere distant in my heart, they cry.
I look inside their other-person’s mouths
And see the wet interior of souls.
It’s warm and red in there—like love, with teeth.
I’ve studied medicine until I cried
All night. Through certain books, a truth unfolds.
Anatomy and physiology,
The tiny sensing organs of the tongue—
Each nameless cell contributing its needs.
It was fabulous, what the body told.
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