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'In amorous languor, something keeps going away; it is as if desire were nothing but this hemorrhage. Such is amorous fatigue: a hunger not to be satisfied, a gaping love' Werther by Barthes

Ode to Eros

The St Pancras Crypt Residency             

16th-20th April 2016


how do you dance a text? how do you sing a space? love is profane, love is ugly and forever gaping, only in the Crypt it can show its real face

5 days of research, a ballet of songs, a choreography of words


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