Inferno Suite
a performance by Randall Garrett (with Reivin Alexandria)
MFA Gallery, Oak Cliff, Dallas
(12.13.2014)
Inferno Suite performance video
videography by Brett Ardoin
technical support by Patrick Patterson-Carroll
performance photos by Scott McDaniel
(12.13.2014)
videography by Brett Ardoin
technical support by Patrick Patterson-Carroll
performance photos by Scott McDaniel
"Escape"
Sitting on the fire escape he looks down, eight floors to
the ground below. Concrete, stone and steel, the city, tough and
relentless, a lighted neon cross blaring "Jesus Saves" from the street
front mission, car horns shouting as traffic rushes to the stoplight,
people hurrying along the walk.
Slowly he takes a drag from the cigarillo, the warmth and
fire pulling into his lungs. Closing his eyes, he feels the smoke inside
balancing out the cool blasts of wind buffeting them high up the city's
side. He feels himself falling into a dream now, a place where peace
washes over him, of soft grasses and flowing water under a canopy of
trees.
She climbs through the window and sits beside him there on
the balcony. Forgetting their suffering for a moment she says, "this is
kind of nice" and he opens his eyes, looking up at the softness of the
sky and beyond. Pouring a sangria over the ice in the plastic cups she
hands him one. "To nice" he says, and tips his cup into hers.
performance photos by Scott McDaniel
"Purgatorio"
Down, down he trudged, hugging the wall of the narrow stone
staircase, the abyss looming just beyond. Through thick smoke, exhaust
mixed with the tinge of human sweat and rotting waste, the crush of
bodies pushing against him, some moving upward, others down, eyes
averted each in their own self-made inferno.
A few more steps and there
he lost his balance.
Turning in the air as he fell, it all came to him, every
suffering he had inflicted on these souls around him, both loved and
unloved, all of them. Falling, only a moment yet interminable, he knew
it would hurt, and then he hit bottom. Blackness, and all around a fog,
lying there on the mix of footsteps and grime.
It was then she came to him, a movement so slight, a gentle
touch in this blindness. Grasping, lunging, lost in the foul air he
felt himself lifted up and against a firm shoulder and the softness of
her skin. Lowering now, he moved in close, enveloped by her as blackness
closed in again.
performance video projection stills
"Destroy This Temple"
Passed out, feverish for days he lay among the rubble.
dishevelled piles of stones around him as though burial mounds from some
forgotten war. Eyes convulsing, he dreamt in rapid fire sequence, image
upon image, travelling somewhere rapidly, never at rest, never at
peace.
A sound among the ruins and he awoke, it seemed into yet
another layer of perception. In the shadows, she was there, crouched and
slinking towards him. She crawled the last few feet, drew near and
mounted him furiously. Plunging into him with a vengeance unrestrained,
she leaned in close, as though to steal his breath away. He felt relief
give way to fear and panic, as the thrusts turned to violence and
obscenity.
Now others came upon them in the darkness, lovers from past
lives, themselves in various guises. They joined in, forming a writhing
mound among the fallen stones. All the bodies they had ravaged from
here to eternity, flailing away at every orifice, as flesh began to tear
and blood mixed with come and sweat. He mocked her and turned to move
away, but was pulled back into the fray.
Finishing now, they kicked her back and onto him. He
screamed yet nothing came out, the weight of those around and on them
having expunged the air from his lungs. The mass of flesh continued to
move for a time. Some retched now, and gradually all turned back to
silence.
Some time later, he began to scratch and claw his way out
from under the pile of bodies. Bruised and shaken, his blood mixed with
semen, bile and earth, all congealed into a crust upon him. Slowly
regaining his senses, he began to break off and pull away chunks of the
putrid mud from his skin.
He stumbled now to the quarry, grabbing the last of the
kerosene and turned back to the mound of bodies. Approaching, he saw her
crawl out and away into the darkness. Without hesitation, he flung the
kerosene onto the remnant, struck a match and threw it onto the pile.
A ball of flames rose up and with the dry blast of a
furnace, violently threw him back and onto the ground. Burning flesh and
bone transformed to huge chunks of ash and sparks as they lifted up
into the night sky. Scorched now, he threw the holy books, votives and
sacramentals that remained onto the pyre, turned and staggered away into
the night.
performance video projection stills
"Midsummer Stupa Dream (On Impermanence)"
The monks, in sand colored habits, seated themselves in
concentric rings rising up the inside of the beehive like structure. At
the base and looking up at them, the elder abbot, of indeterminate sex,
with a head of shaved stubble, began speaking of the glories of dying in
this way, of how nirvana awaited directly on the other side for those
who gave themselves willingly to it.
He knew that the only chance to survive was to sit near the
top of the hive, where a window afforded an escape if he could not hold
his breath. Finding his place, he sat and leaned with the others into a
fetal position. The last thing he saw before closing his eyes was the
shaved heads of row upon row of young male devotees. Then, the snakelike
hiss of gas as all faded to blackness.
In the dark he felt himself lifted up and outside the
temple, and stepping out from the darkness quickly stole up the hillside
the stupa was built into. By the flickering firelight he saw an old
monk directing bhikkus in the disposal of the bodies.
Walking through the aftermath, he pulled the cowl over his
face to avoid their gaze. Stepping into a room filled with scattered
bodies, he felt the energetic scurrying of a multitude of creatures:
ants, grasshoppers, crabs and the like, all devouring each other as they
swarmed on the parched ground.
Reaching down, he picked up a grasshopper, and watched as
it ate a tiny ant, even as it was being consumed by a much larger one.
The creatures began crawling on him and biting his hands and legs. He
brushed them away, but then became fascinated by the insistence of their
actions, and bevoming still, watched as they continued to swarm.
"Night into Day"
The night opens up under your wheels: black, empty and
infinite. A multitude of stars reaching up and out to forever, and
inward just as far. You feel your heart open too, like an orchid in the
darkness. And then Freddy Mercury, on your Ipod singing "Oh, won't you
take me home tonight", just as morning breaks in your rearview mirror.
Now colors gather on the horizon: orange, cyan, magenta, and chase the
night across the sky, the same as every morning, only this time you're
here to see it unfold. So you follow the colors too, as they lead you
back home.
"Devil Be Gone"
C'mon now, get down with the feeling,
C'mon now give in to the feeling,
Isolation, give in to the feeling,
Deprivation, give in to the feeling,
Desolation, give in to the feeling,
Revelation, give in to the feeling,
C'mon now, feeling what you're feeling,
C'mon now, you know what you're feeling,
C'mon now, you're not what you're feeling,
More than a feeling, more than a feeling, more than a feeling,
Devil be gone, devil disappear,
Devil be gone, devil disappear,
(repeat to fade)
C'mon now give in to the feeling,
Isolation, give in to the feeling,
Deprivation, give in to the feeling,
Desolation, give in to the feeling,
Revelation, give in to the feeling,
C'mon now, feeling what you're feeling,
C'mon now, you know what you're feeling,
C'mon now, you're not what you're feeling,
More than a feeling, more than a feeling, more than a feeling,
Devil be gone, devil disappear,
Devil be gone, devil disappear,
(repeat to fade)
"Can't Nobody Rock Me"
Close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes.
Can't nobody rock me, can't nobody bhakti,
Can't nobody Chaka Chaka Khan me.
Can't nobody Lakshmi, can't nobody clock me,
Shut me down cock block me.
Only you can rock me, only you can bhakti,
Only you can Lakshmi, Chaka Chaka Khan me,
Clock me, rave me, bathe me, save me,
Can't nobody do me like you, Jesus baby.
Can't nobody rock me, can't nobody bhakti,
Can't nobody Chaka Chaka Khan me.
Can't nobody Lakshmi, can't nobody clock me,
Shut me down cock block me.
Only you can rock me, only you can bhakti,
Only you can Lakshmi, Chaka Chaka Khan me,
Clock me, rave me, bathe me, save me,
Can't nobody do me like you, Jesus baby.
