Sui Generis Umbra - Coma (2002)

Sui Generis Umbra - Coma (2002)



1. eXecutrix

2. lashta

3. the leprosies of sin

4. a black headed-female

5. getorix

6. porna

7. alee

8. satyriasis

9. moment of inertia

10. aloza

11. eXecrable



eXecutrix

You persist in abeyance, free from any fetters.

You are there.

Languorous Shadow Procession.

udor et mortuum imperat spiritium tibi elohiem

dominus



lashta

The sun has not yet risen.

The sea merges into the dark sky. Gradually, while the sky lights up, the sea is cut like a grey fabric with thick strokes that move one after another, chasing each other ceaselessly. A wave stops, then moves again sighing like a sleeping man whose breath comes and goes unconsciously. A dark stripe on the horizon begins to shine and eventually almost disappears. Widespread sheen - looms.



the leprosies of sin

The sun begins to rise.

Blue waves leave shallow flood waters of light on the sand. Rocks, hazy and soft a short while ago, now harden and are marked with red clefts. Light sharpens edges.

The waves smash against the coast like warriors. I won.



a black headed-female

The sun does come up.

Rays of light descend on the shore. Not having finished their singing - brimmed with desire, yearning and pain, birds wing. The wind rises. A black-headed female has closed her eyes.



getorix

The sun, high now, shows its face and looks straight ahead.

Water dust floats like spears. The waves flow across the beach with steely-blue water and fall with a regular roar - they come running and ebb away with a machine's energy that breathes its might out and in.

The light drives a flock of shadows that merge eventually into a mass. They are one. A rock emerges in their way. They split.



porna

The sun has reached a climax.

Burns inflexibly. Caresses rigid sand. Penetrates deep into the every flood waters. Rocks become hearths of red ardour.

The waves, one by one, rise and drop rhythmically, rise and drop, rise and drop...



alee

The sun has already moved from the middle of the sky.

Its light has inclined and now strikes slopingly. A rustle of leaves is heard in the stray wind. The birds are motionless. They have already stopped singing. The waves tower, bend their ridges and subside with a bang, throwing gravel and stones toward the top. Drifting high in the air, sea spray sprinkles the four walls of the room... supine.



satyriasis

The sun has rolled by down the sky.

The islands of clouds grow dense and veil the sun. The rocks grow black.

On the surface of the sea Hunger runs the show.



moment of inertia

There is sunset.

The tough stone of the day has cracked and light flows out through its pieces. Redness thrusts arrows through water adorned with feathers of the darkness.

Robbed of sheen, waves come along the coast and fall with a protracted bang, like a falling wall, a grey-stone wall which no beam of light can penetrate.

A chill wind has arisen. Shadows on the beach - grow.



aloza

The sun has set.

The sky and the sea merge. The breaking waves spread far ashore their white fans and send their shadows into the murmuring caves' hollows, then ebb away, sighing on the gravel. A monotonous hum of air sounds over the edge of a precipice. No echo is heard but that of a calling bird which looks for a solitary tree.



eXecrable

The waves have crashed against the coast.

You are in a coma.