{"id":2768,"date":"2022-05-24T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-05-24T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=2768"},"modified":"2022-05-23T12:31:37","modified_gmt":"2022-05-23T10:31:37","slug":"the-song-of-the-night-i-couldnt-hear","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2022\/05\/the-song-of-the-night-i-couldnt-hear\/","title":{"rendered":"The Song of The Night I Couldn\u2019t Hear"},"content":{"rendered":"

Image: <\/strong>\u00a9\ufe0f H.S<\/span><\/h2>\n

Author: <\/strong>H.S<\/p>\n\n\n

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1 Invited to a party I didn\u2019t want to go to but went anyway because it was a girl who invited me:<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Miserable numb dumb and drunk, standing still in a corner, stupid and silent \u2013 Drinking. Constantly silently unconsciously shivering for a sex dream. She has to work during the party \u2013 volunteering (that is to say she works for free) so of course she has no time for me. She invited me to this party and I know nobody except her so here I am \u2013 standing here stupid getting drunk on beer and sex dreams – Such assaulting sadness \u2013 the people here are not my style, no \u2013 they\u2019re wearing fancy clothes \u2013 expensive but no style \u2013 A Great Gatsby of a party. She pleads, begs me to go dance and make friends while she works \u2013 \u201cGo make friends\u201d she says. And drunk I do! Some new overdue drunkard friends and despite everything they\u2019re nice, cool and love to dance and Arab like me like I prefer. But I get carried away and truly crudely dance till two and then I see her again, but a guy is just all over her, arms around her \u2013 around her neck and all \u2013 So I confront her about it and really I just misunderstood this mysterious situation and she wasn\u2019t interested in my body like I was in hers so too bad but hey at least I made drunk friends out of it all\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

2 Trying to have a good time despite it all:<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rocks and blasted trees are those people! I walk amongst the lepers of the drunken night like Dante in the dark forest, music booming in my ears \u2013 I just nicely gently and softly push them aside to go to the toilet and get shoved and almost punched. Another guy interrupts us (me and my new drunk friends) dancing to strictly and stupidly insist I spilled his beer \u2013 which might as well be true. I didn\u2019t fight him tonight but almost \u2013 I just wanted to have a good night a good girl a good life but now I have to play Jesus amongst brigands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

3 Coming home drunk:<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sad and sorrowful song of the night I couldn\u2019t hear \u2013 tinnitus from the terrible tittle-tattle of speakers \u2013 the haloed aura of the r\u00e9verb\u00e8re<\/em>, my only protection against misery, the failed night \u2013 \u201cat least I tried!\u201d but she didn\u2019t want me so I left, not wanting her either. No cars on the soft sweet saintly concrete \u2013 A fox emerges from a garbage can and blesses me with intelligent eyes \u2013 He sees me and flees. I walk home, away from that katabatic catastrophe of a city \u2013 tortured by the streets, martyred by sidewalks. That night home in drunken fear and trembling I see the fox in my dreams: the fox was the Writer-Director of deranged Thought-Movies Fathered Angeled and Revered in Heaven (Hell).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wake up weary and write these lines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Written, Directed, Played, Watched, and Forgotten by H.S<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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