My Words Perform Me
Perhaps, there is a place where art grows accent-deaf
Dreamcatcher
Self-performance
4 Assiniboine Rd. 1303
Jan 16, 2007
I am told to hold a cork between my teeth. I have been told to hold a pencil between my teeth and pronounce words. I have been told to place my index finger between my teeth, keep that distance and talk.
Anal Accent
Self-Perfromance
4 Assiniboine Rd. 1303
May 31, 2007
I have been told to read out loud every day of my life, every night, like a curse. I have been told my accent is annoying, unbearable. It is noise. I have been told I have a dialect going on. I have been asked, repeat after me, (lŭv) - he is workable!
Gargle Accent
Self-performance
4 Assiniboine Rd. 1303
May 31, 2007
My words perform me. My mouth, lips and teeth have a life of their own. They refuse to comply. They refuse my compliance and act out as if they despise my willingness. I, ashamed, listen to them apologetic, as if they do not belong to me, as if I have nothing to do with them. I blush, I contract, and I perspire, hide and disappear behind these heavy words that threaten to destroy me.
Cunilingual Accent
Self-Performance
4 Assiniboine Rd. 1303
May 31, 2007
Sometimes, I own them. I embody them, I take control. Without reservation, proud of the thick words they pronounce I pair with them and in unison shout, sing, swear, and cry out my foreign sounds. I discover there is beauty in their defiance. I become their accomplice. A sudden freedom overtakes me and through vowels, aspirations and voiced consonants, I can breathe the freshness of my early days when every sound was taken for granted. They were my friends. They were perfect. Back then, they smiled innocence.
Accent on High
Self-Perfromance
Assiniboine Rd. 1303
May 31, 2007