motel de moka

Mano Negra - out of time man
(King of Bongo, 2001)
Louise Attaque - du nord au sud
(Comme on a dit / 2000)
Beirut - My Family’s Role in the World Revolution
(Lon Gisland Ep / 2007)
Debout sur le zinc - chut…
(Des Singes et des Moutons / 2004)
Tarmac - je cherche
(notre epoque / 2003)
Rodrigo y Gabriela - Ixtapa
(Rodrigo y gabriela / 2006)

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One night, after a seafood lasagne and a bottle of champagne we made love so vigorously that the Lady’s Occasional was driven across the floor by the turbine of our lust. We began by the window and ended by the door. It’s well-known that molluscs are aphrodisiac, Casanova ate his mussels raw before pleasuring a lady but then he also believed in the stimulating powers of hot chocolate.

Articulacy of fingers, the language of the deaf and dumb, signing on the body body longing. Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body. Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before I met you, I relied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm, you play upon me, drumming me taut.

Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights; the accumulations of a lifetime gather there. In places the palimsest is so heavily worked that the letters feel like braille. I like to keep my body rolled up away from prying eyes. Never unfold too much, tell the whole story. I didn’t know that Louise would have reading hands. She has translated me into her own book.

We tried to be quiet for Elgin’s sake. He had arranged to be out but Louise thought he was at home. In silence and in darkness we loved each other and as I traced her bones with my palm I wondered what time would do to skin that was so new to me. Could I ever feel any less for this body? Why does ardour pass? Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.

[Jeanette Winterson : written on the body]

Photo: Nohan.