A miniature forever recessive, cruising the edges, the river banks, the banks, the margins of a festival: Insomnia, a word of mouth.
Insomnia or dancing and resting with and against a library in the undergrowths of a public event, (almost) unannounced. There, we’ll (f)orage through books together, in an open-air dark room.
A joyful act of bibliomancy.
Books do things in spite of themselves. They get along with each other, they get in touch across activities, readings, translations and (mis)interpretations, together they hold a (social) space where we talk to, dance with, each other. Like earthly tremors, Insomnia, a word of mouth welcomes and encourages the formation of lines and fissures along this space of sharing. A bootleg poem orchestrated by a change of index.Alix Eynaudi