Another talking performance I came up with on the day, a stricture I’ve been putting myself through for over a year now, to maintain a sense of liveness and improvisation and roughness.
This time I had only in mind that Krasznahorkai is indeed an author that everyone pretends to have read but hasn’t, especially in the bourgeois london circles, and I also had some props, which is cheating. A spider. Some weird mirror paper that makes the looker look. A pirate costume.
It went alright. https://www.europeanpoetryfestival.com/europeanwriters