Anthony Kitsios
“My Heel” serves as a restorative project, a reconstruction of the unrequited love between Achilles and Patroclus, two important mythic warriors and characters of Homer’s Iliad who were, yet, believed to be lovers. Employing the art and techniques of the ancient Greek poetess, Sappho, together with the use of video, the two characters come, now, to life narrating, in a post-modern context, what dare not speak its name. In the end, “it was never the heel…”.
My Heel
The erection on the cross as you stand bounded
The deliverance of the flesh addressing my naked eyes
The untranslatability of the hands betraying the evident
I can smell the conductivity between two muted bodies
I have the right to – silent
When you color me with the absence of the finest colors
Those bold brushes can empty me before you cater
For the carving of my curves, for the scarring of my scars
Lying on me and lying to me, ignite me and scatter
I have the —- to remain silent
If the fortune of the fool won’t name us
If the fortune of the blind won’t see us
If the fortune of the deaf won’t hear us
Then why don’t we exhale?
I – the right to remain silent
A barren field of chrysanthemums barebacks my bear feet
Is it you, my gracious minesweeper?
I fold my tears before you envelope me
Guess who remains unaltered?
I have the right to remain —–
I still apply on my bronze skin the ultraviolence of the crowd
Sometimes it springs, sometimes it —
Sometimes it commits me as if I were its perfect crime
But nothing turns me as inverted as your asymmetry does
I have the right to remain silent
I like the words that lie the most
I like them when they bleed
In your lips
In my mouth
I have the right remain silent
What moves a man to move a man to move
What makes a man to make a man to make
Him kiss him ssik him –
Name it before it names you
I have the right to remain silent
I throw the dice behind your back, you stab me and I stumble
I try again, but you already know, the number of your eyes
I count two then look ahead, love is not love that alters in front of the others’ eyes
I throw the dice a third, I am alive and you are dead
You have the right to remain silent
P.S. It was never the heel
Written by Anthony Kitsios
