Jana Orlová (1986) is a poet and performance artist. She is focusing on dark side of the sacred and she is perceiving her body as the field of an event. Performance for her is living poetry and also an of invocation of a particular principle or archetype. Her poetic work is characterized by a combination of minimalistic form and raw statement.
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It is spring, unstoppable day
was born chaotically until now
like the frozen fingers of kindness
It is spring, I cross myself with you
but I do not encounter, bones
deeds, memories. Odd spring
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The orchid is sweating.
Hands opened wide
on the wet bank of the river.
It's cool when it reaches the stomach ...
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Like when you cut yourself in
the right side of the ribs to the
pelvis and for a moment
you show everything,
for a brief moment,
so that there’s no doubt, you throw
everything into the river because
pieces of bodies are like clay,
they still call to you when
they turn their head, you count your fingers
and plant them in a row on the shore,
above all do it perfectly,
tiny rings and earrings,
still beside yourself alone you have
enough time, enough time, enough time.
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The ancient gods are still online
I would like to lie with hops
overgrown in the woods like my fur
in the strained fascia of a clerk
I will measure out my desire for you with steps
torture for the advanced
and I know there's still time because
the ancient gods are still online
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Succumb completely to the stream of consciousness
like the stream of the river in which he was drowned
Feel the heart like the stomach like lust
I'm sitting in the bathtub
blood is flowing ever more noticeably
I'm finally satisfied
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Summer poured into me like an unfinished manuscript
I feel less and less like a woman
and yet I perceive my body and thoughts all the more
I feel like I could be anyone
My consciousness, no longer toiling away, is expanding
Sure, I love my orgasms, my juices, my periods
which are like a sheet of paper in a hot wind
It's summer, just a hair of my lover
Gifting the body
You are afraid of objects in silence
and the body is in the noise around me
You guide me, observing fingers
You listen without a word
You sit and gift
the body that is going to