Ivry is a poem I wrote of the death of Antonin Artaud, on this day in 1948. This video, opening with his beautiful face in Carl Dryer’s Passion of Joan of Arc, is a recording of the poem with Soundwalk Collective. Imagining his body dying in his room, on September 4, 1948, in the Asylum in Ivry, as his soul keeps on walking.
Below are his baby shoes, which I held in my hand. They were shown to me in 2018, by his late nephew, while visiting in the South of France Such sacred little objects, such dark yet divine footsteps.
Happy Labor Day week-end everyone. Step lightly….
an amazing work of art...staying with me for a long time afterwards.........
exquisite, and visceral. it’s become fixed in my mind. His tender face, expressive eyes, the lilting rhythm of visuals and song. an innocent amidst unspeakable suffering. His hands. What a beautiful, haunting piece. how fragile.