A SPELL TO ...
There is a chorus of twelve sirens/waterfolk/scalebodies. There is a chorus and they are shrieking across oceans and over phone lines:
REMEMBER THAT IN 1971 RICHARD SERRA’S SCULPTURE NO. 3 KILLED THE WORKER WHO WAS INSTALLING IT//THINK OF RICHARD SERRA’S SCULPTURE NO. 3 AS A MEMORIAL LIKE A HEADSTONE//WE CAN THINK ALSO OF EVERY CARL ANDRE PIECE LIKE THIS //CARL ANDRE’S BRIKS ARE DISMANTLED AND PLACED ON GRAVES OF THE DEAD //THEY ARE BROKEN AND REMADE AS MUD //THEY ARE SLIPPERY UNDER HORSES HOOVES THEY FILL THE SPACE OF HIS MURDER, THAT IS THE MURDER OF CARL ANDRE, IN THE FUTURE, AND HIS MURDER OF HIS WIFE, ANA MENDIETA IN 1985 //AS IF YOU CAN EVER REALLY KILL A WITCH, KILL A WOMAN YOU STRIKE A WOMAN YOU STRIKE A ROCK
There is a body and they are sitting on a rock. Let them narrate this story for you, this story of the future.
