Fabo Quotes

Drags it in circles. Lassoes me ’round. – Drums up her clan. Ticking away, the old bitch is. Catch me she will, where’er I am.

In the tiny crack between truth and falsity.

Happiness like an unmoving dancer.

Like sculpture at first. Then, as if the sun rose in her, long gesture. A small smile; then very much so. The beauty of the rite shone; whirling. She whirled and whirled, flaming. Only the body spoke. The body carried her language. Her dance a spell swirling the air, a spiral she was and her shawl, the half circle around her, the curve of the sea-shore and girl, the dancer and the dance apart…

Isadora Duncan Dancing Like sculpture at first. Then, as if the sun rose in her, long gesture. A small smile; then very much so. The beauty of the rite shone; whirling. She whirled and whirled, flaming. Only the body spoke. The body carried her language. Her dance a spell swirling the air, a spiral she was and her shawl, the half circle around her, the curve of the sea-shore and girl, the dancer and the dance apart… (Trascreated by Cathy Strisik and Veronica Golos based on Katalin N. Ullrich’s translation.)

Longlisted, shortlisted, blacklisted...

You are free, said the stranger. Before I arrived there. Costume. I had a costume on though. I was curious: what his reaction might be? He closed his other eyes. I’ll send an ego instead of you. Getting softer, I feel it, he feels it too. Hardly moves. He chokes himself inside me. Now I must live with another dead man. It’s not even hopeless. Not vicious. Serves the absence. Delivers the unnecessary. (Lovers)

Happiness like an unmoving dancer. The Transfiguration of the Word by Kinga Fabo