“Anorexic Lace B. Coat of Arms”. Copyrights Alice Odilon. December 2010. All rights reserved.
Amputated Hand trapped for 20 days in bathroom
28/11/2010 By Leave a Comment
The forgotten Hand”. Copyright Alice odilon 2010.
“A indeterminate old hand suffering from a mysterious “vasospastic disorder” causing discoloration of the fingers, has survived being trapped in her bathroom in a building in ‘Disruptcity’, in Soreshire for 20 days after the door lock jammed.”
That was the headline on “Disruptcity Gazette”, everybody could find out the 4th of December 2010.
- “See what happened in our building!”, exclaimed the numbed Ragdoll cat to his partner, the wolf masked doll.
- “Gosh! I cannot believe it!
Please read me this right now!
- “An amputated flayed hand has survived being trapped in her bathroom for 20 Days.
The room had no window or phone, so the cold hand was unable to tell anyone but she tapped on pipes during the night, hoping to alert her neighbours.
The Hand-doll trapped in the bathroom”. Copyright Alice odilon 2010.
They thought the noise was usual ghostly souls dancing around and didn’t noticed it as something unusual.
But one of the occupant Akan.K. realised they had not seen the pensioner recently and called the authorities, who sent in a rescue crew.
Firefighters broke into 7 th-floor flat in Disrupcity and reportedly found her lying on the ground in the bathroom, in a “very weakened” state.
The amputated hand, who has not been named, had survived on warm tap water for almost three weeks.
She is now recovering in hospital.”
“You could hear banging sounds, like a hammer, even at night,” one neighbour told local media.
“But we thought they were our friends the disembodied missing souls playing around.
We said: ‘They’re having a good time.”
Quite nosy but it’s understandable, they need to stretch their ghostly legs!…. If we had known!”
- And we were sleeping thoroughly ignoring all about this tragedy!
- We must visit this heroic survivor in Hospital!
- Please my Love, take your bag and go with me! told the suddenly enthusiastic Ragdoll to his beloved masked doll.
In two minutes the couple was standing on the pavement at the bus stopping. There, Akan, Blythe Somat, Betsy Mac Call were still waiting.
- I suppose we go to the same destination? asked very excited Betsy.
- Sure! replied everybody. It’s our duty to support Miss Syndra Raynaud. (it was the name of the poor rescued hand).
Several minutes later, our team was facing frail S. Raynaud in her cold bed in Hospital.
She was very bad, on a pic of a spasms attack:
The team saw and felt the sudden changes in Miss Raynaud’s fingers, triggered by a mysterious stress and deep anxiety.
The skin blanched, turned white, then blue. Fingers and toes tingled and Miss Raynaud told they’ve began numb, and felt nothing anymore.
Then Akan came near the diseased hand and try to rewarmed her.
The skin flushes pink or red, and then Syndra claimed she got throbbing and soreness in her fingers as the blood surged back into the tiny blood vessels.
Miss Raynaud was swelling visibly and seemed in morbid fire inside.
Please help me to refresh me!
I’ve to tell you, I am the hand of a thief doll who was caught by the police two years ago in Iran.
“The Punishment”. Copyright Alice Odilon 2010
As you know the punishment in this obscure Muslim land, is to practice extreme punishments, such as chopping off the hands of thieves.
That what happened to my owner, a kleptomaniac young doll, lost and confused in a faked tempted world.
I know she survived of this “divinely endorsed “mutilation, but she run away and disappeared.
But I’m still with her, you know, I’m a sort of metonymic trope, a relic and substitute as well.
That’s why I take some andromorphic dolly attitudes with my fingers; one becoming the back bone and the head, the other 4, becoming my limbs, you know????
I have to represent her, in a memory of her.
- I see, said Akan, we have to help you to find this missing doll.
It’s vital for both of you.
that’s the only way to recover for you.
You’ll find peace and relieve when you’ll be reunited.
Please stay calm and avoid any stress.
I know it’s quite impossible because it depends on the life of missing doll, but please be confident, we’re with you and we are going to help you when you come back to the Tower.
All the team was reinforced by the arrival of a new (mutilated) member, which was weak at this stage, but very responsive to what happened here and out there in the dark, where runaway thief doll was in danger.
Alice Odilon. Copyright Novembre 2010
The arm-hold trap
07/07/2010 By Leave a Comment
La nuit tombe bleue marine sur la ville où s’endorment Akan et la jeune fille, loin l’une de l’autre, dans un quartier opposé de la cité.
Elles ne se parlent plus maintenant.
Akan dans son lit repense à la demoiselle aux hirondelles.
Elle a peur pour elle.
C’est dans la peau de la jeune fille désormais, la peau neuve a été tatouée.
Le dessin splendide doit lui faire mal à cette heure ci.
Non parce qu’il s’agit d’une plaie, mais parce qu’il s’agit d’un terrible acte manqué à l’envers.
Il n’est cependant plus question de rature, hachure à l’encre noire.
“Le bras aux hirondelles”. copyright Alice ODILON 2010.
Pour la gamine, ce tatouage indélébile conclue son amour incontrôlé pour sa mère; pour celle-ci il s’agit d’une fantaisie, d’un message impubère.
Mais alors que c’est-il donc passé?
Quel est ce quiproco dans la peau, si douloureux et virtueusement regardable?
- J’ai voulu faire entrer les hirondelles dans mon ciel, et Akan avec, raconte la jeune fille dans son sommeil profond.
Je désirais les garder en moi, de crainte qu’elles ne s’envolent.
C’était la seule chose à laquelle je pouvais vraiment m’accrocher.
Cette pensée pour ma Mère.
Et je sentais Akan partir, vers la fin de sa vie et je l’ai retenue.
Ecrire ma mère dans ma peau représentait le pacte le plus réel de mon destin.
Sacraliser Akan c’était aussi la faire mienne pour que je puisse vivre enfin.
Toutes ces écritures à l’extérieur de moi, m’ont paniquée et se devaient d’être captées dans mon derme.
Je demande l’absolution afin que je puisse regarder l’intérieur de mon bras, sans la hantise du membre étranger.
Que ce cauchemar cesse à jamais, que ma mère ne craigne plus d’être dans ma peau.
Oh! Maman que m’as-tu fait en partant de ma vie?????
J’ai tellement eu peur pour toi, toujours.
Maman reviens moi, reste en moi, que je puisse vivre sans ta présence!
- Dans la nuit bleue marine, Akan ne peut plus dormir.
Ses longues jambes fuselées remuent lentement sous le drap.
A l’intérieur de ses bras maigres, s’endort une petite fille au bras hachuré d’oiseaux.
Son corps anorexique lui parle de la jeune femme aux hirondelles.
Alice ODILON. Copyright Alice ODILON 2010.
Navy Blue Night falls on the exile city where sleep Akan and the girl far away from each other in an opposite area of the city.
They do not talk anymore.
Akan in her bed, thinks about the swallow tattoo girl.
She is worried about her.
It’s in the skin of the girl right now. The new skin has been tattooed.
The virtuous design is certainly hurting her arm at this time.
Not because it is a wound, but because it is a terrible Lacanian backwards slip.
However, there is no question anymore of erasing, neither black ink hatching on the flesh.
For the girl, this uncontrolled indelible tattoo concludes her love for her mother.
For the the last one it is a fantasy, a message coming from someone below the age of puberty.
So what happened then?
What is this quiproco in the skin, so painful and virtuous watchable ?
- I wanted to show the swallows and Akan in my sky, says the young girl in her deep sleep.
I wanted to keep them in me, I was so scared they flied away.
It was the only thing I could really hang on.
This memory of my Mother.
And I felt Akan leaving, towards the end of her life and I retained her.
Writing my mother in my skin was the most real covenant of my destiny.
Making Akan sakred, was although making her, mine, in order I could live finally.
I panicked, all these entries outside of me, had to be trapped in my skin.
I’m asking for absolution so that I can watch inside of my arm without the phantom pain specter of a missing limb.
Let this nightmare stops forever, let my mother no longer fears being in my skin.
Oh Mom! what have you done to my life ?????
I’m so afraid for you, always.
Mom be back to me, remains in me, then I can live without you!
- In the navy blue night, Akan can not sleep.
Her long slender legs slowly stir in the sheet.
Within her thin arms, a little girl with hatched birds on her limb, falls asleep.
Disembodied Akan dreams about the limbless baby.
Alice ODILON. Copyright 2010.
L’Anti-Plein de l’anorexie
09/12/2009 By Leave a Comment
"Blythe Spumellaria". copyright Alice ODILON 2009. No clone is free. All rights reserved.
L’être anorexique recherche son anti-plein.
De cette partie manquante elle ne peut faire le deuil
et cherchera toujours à engendrer une réaction d’annhilation entre le (+) et le (-)
tout en rêvant que le (-) restera en nombre malgré les lois physiques
inventées par les scientifiques.
Elle mime le non-être.
Dans ce caractère domine le néant.
Elle passe plus de temps dans sa préparation à vivre
que dans son éclosion et sa maturation.
Ainsi l’anorexique se situe sur terre en phase de pré-existence
ou de post-existence.
Elle ne vit pas notre présent.
Il est donc possible d'imaginer le néant de l’anorexie comme une dimension
de non-existence où le sujet y trouve sa place à un instant donné
sans atteindre la phase vivante, et ainsi ne jamais retourner au néant.
"Blythe Before and after Life". Copyright Alice ODILON 2009. No clone is free. All rights reserved.
Ce qui semble s’effacer par l’opération de négativité de l’anorexie se conserve
par transformation et se redessine sous une autre forme, différente.
La négativité de l’anorexie pousse les choses,
elle défriche les sentiers du devenir et inaugure la voie du renouveau.
"Blythe Haeckel et la constante du renouveau". Copyright Alice ODILON 2009. No clone is free. All rights reserved.
L’énergie du vide anorexique est la quantité d’énergie présente
et mémorisée pour atteindre le point zéro et tracer le "corps espace temps."
L’oeuf anorexique et cosmique correspond à un germe de non-être qui pousse
le sujet à son devenir actif.
L’anorexique passe d’un état d’avant-existence (existence subie) passive
et sans mouvement à un état d’"existence poussée."
Cette poussée apparaît comme une évacuation du corps lui-même
mais cependant est l’essence d’un langage codé, gestuel,
liant temps et espace.
La poussée de la forme essentielle, (l’essence de la forme,)
aboutit à une nouvelle phase de post-existence intermédiaire
entre l’apparence subie et l’action
de la "forme essence",
amenant de nouveau à un état de pré-existence.
La néantification de l’anorexie stoppe toute évolution continue
des identités subites, des certitudes sans fondements, des engagements fatalement aveugles.
L’oeuvre de négation de l’anorexie ne repousse pas pour autant tout l’être subi
dans un non sens.
Elle le porte au contraire à un surcroît de vie, de sens ou de créativité
par transformation.
"Blythe par transformation". Copyright Alice ODILON 2009. No clone is free. All rights reserved.
Cette poussée vient du néant, se nourrit du manque et s’invente dans le temps et l’espace.
Elle est en mouvement , c’est son seul mode d’existence.
The anti-full of anorexia
The anorexic girl seeks her anti-full.
The lost of missing part can not be accepted
and always the a-girl seeks to create a reaction Annihilation between (+) and (-)
while dreaming that the (-) remains in number, in spite of the physical laws
invented by scientists.
She mimics the non-being.
In that character dominates the void.
She spends more time in preparing to live than
in her birth and maturation.
Thus the anorexic girl is located on land in pre-existence
and post-existence.
She does not live our present.
It is therefore possible to imagine the nothingness of anorexia as a dimension of
non-existence in which the subject finds its place at one short time
without reaching the alive stage, and thus never returns to nothingness.
What seems to disappear by the negativity of anorexia, keeps,
transforms and redraws itself in another form, different.
The nothingness of anorexia pushes things,
it clears the path of becoming and opens the road to renewal.
The "anorexic vacuum energy" is the amount of present energy
saved to achieve the zero point and to draw a "space-time body"
The anorexic and cosmic egg is a germ of non-being which grows subject to its active becoming.
The anorexic girl "lives" a passive (suffered existence ) and motionless pre-existence in a state of "advanced life."
This drive appears as an evacuation of the body itself, but nevertheless, is the essence of a coded language, gestures,
linking time and space.
The thrust of the essential form, (the essence of form) leads to a new phase of post-existence through
between appearance and sustained action of the "form species", bringing back to a state of pre-existence.
The dashing anorexia stops any continuous development of subjected Identities, unfounded certainties,
fatally blind commitments.
The Denying work of anorexia does not mean pushing all subjected beings in nonsense.
It is instead an extra life, or sense of creativity by transformation.
This push comes from nothing, feeds from the lack and invents itself in time and space.
The anorexic girl is on constant move, it is her only mode of existence.
Alice ODILON. December 2009.
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