CADAVRE EXQUIS KARNEVALSDINNER
A surrealistic banquet
by Hilma Bäckström, Marie Donike, Paula Erstmann, Lisa Klosterkötter, Jil Lahr and special guests
Fri 28 February, 7 p.m.
guest at Temporary Gallery

 

Please register via info@temporarygallery.org, the number of seats is limited. The contribution for expenses is 25 € per person, drinks excluded.

Costume theme: Cadavre Exquis

In the ballroom of clocks, where tongues twist and break,
Feathers of rainbows dissolve into cake.
Masks drip like honey, with laughter that screams,
As silver knives carve through forgotten dreams.

The table is made of glass and of fog,
Served with soup made of stars and a log.
A fish in a tuxedo plays the flute,
While the chairs sprout wings and start to dispute.

The guests arrive by moonbeam and sigh,
Their shoes are umbrellas, they float and they fly.
A lion in lipstick drinks champagne from a shoe,
And the candles are melting, yet never askew.

“Catch the apple!” they scream, but it’s made out of ice,
It shatters mid-air and spills into spice.
A hand writes a letter in invisible ink,
While the room changes shape faster than you think.

The host is a mirror, then not, then a door,
A voice without body, who speaks of the floor.
“Drink the laughter,” it calls, “the night is for sale!”
As the floor turns to velvet, and the walls start to wail.

Costumes of shadows, of paper, of cheese,
A crocodile’s waltz with the breeze.
The clocks dissolve into jelly and swim,
While the moon hums a tune, its light growing dim.

Cadavre Exquis, a sentence half-spoken,
A puzzle of thoughts, a dream that’s been broken.
A phrase without beginning, a whisper of time,
Where the dinner party’s over, yet still in its prime.