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Performance by Atlanta EKe and Daniel Jenatsch

Presented @ Performance for Liquid Architecture Festival, Federation Square http://www.liquidarchitecture.org.au/artists/atlanta-eke-and-daniel-jenatsch/

Presented @ The Alexander Technique Monash University http://artsonline.monash.edu.au/mapa/events/the-alexander-technique-featuring-saskwatch/

An excerpt from Gargantua and Pantagruel, by Rabelais

You have kings in your world that fantastically pretend to cure some certain diseases… now our queen cures all manner of diseases without so much as touching the sick, but barely with a song, according to the nature of the distemper.

He then showed us a set of organs, and said that when it was touched by her those miraculous cures were performed. The organ was indeed the strangest that ever eyes beheld; for the pipes were of the small yellow flower cassia fistula; the top and cornice the purple flower of guiacum; the bellows of  red rhubarb; the pedals of the turbith herb, and the keys purple morning glory.

While we were examining this wonderful new make of organ, the leprous were brought in by her abstractors, spodizators, masticators, pregustics, tabachins, chachanins, neemanins, rabrebans, nercins, rozuins, nebidins, tearins, segamions, perarons, chasinins, sarins, soteins, aboth, enilins, archasdarpenins, mebins, chabourins, and other officers, for whom I want names; so she played ‘em I don’t know what sort of a tune or song, and they were all immediately cured.

Then those who were poisoned were had in, and she had no sooner given them a song than they began to find a use for their legs, and up they got. Then came on the deaf, the blind, and the dumb, and they too were restored to their lost faculties and senses with the same remedy; which did so strangely amaze us (and not without reason, I think) that down we fell on our faces, remaining prostrate, like men ravished in ecstasy, and were not able to utter one word through the excess of our admiration, till she came, and having touched Pantagruel with a fine fragrant nosegay of white roses which she held in her hand, thus made us recover our senses and get up.

 

 

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