L’enfer Cabaret, Boulevard de Clichy, Montmartre, Paris
Built circa 1890; demolished circa 1952.
Entertainment inside the “inferno of hell” included musicians dressed as devils and interior volcanos that spewed scented lava of molten gold.
After the “cabaret artistique” was demolished, the site became a Monoprix retail store.
Everyone is walking away from the mountain you see in the distance, towards the shops at the other end of the street. In the procession of people we tend not to notice the gaps. Once, the dead had their own walkways, but the city removed them because they never saw any in use. When I was nine I caught a lizard by its tail, and what I felt—immediately after flesh ripped—were the spasms of a muscle acting on pure sensation. Performance, beside this, can only aspire to absolute stillness.
She just stands there while two halves writhe, right arm raised in portent of the cuts separating each of us from one another.
by DD Porush
I don’t know if I have enough resolve to stick to a resolution. Perhaps my lack of persistence should be chalked up to sheer laziness or being a person of perpetual routine. Maybe I just don’t have enough money to enact the plan I want for my new year. Regardless, I can never…