Edimbourg

My place in society does not allow me to play Russian roulette, to open a casino, to carry on a sexual relationship with Bill Clinton, to dress myself out of a fashion magazine, to wear sneakers Made in China. My place in society requires me to barely lift a finger, to spy on my concierge, to wait for the bus, to reread the rules which govern my access to the penal code, to put my socks on right side out, to carry on a normal conversation, to correctly spell the following words: ? WARNING, DON?T MOVE, YOU?RE ON CAMERA? (tonelessly), to open a bank account, to climb the walls, to smoke and drink to excess. I?m a folk tale hero. 340,000 copies sold every year. I hold the department store sales record for 40 years. To answer to the question: What color is Henry IV?s white horse? Question... Answer...

Blanche-Neige

series of actions and performances,

initiated by Catherine Baÿ

My place in society does not allow me
to play Russian roulette,
to open a casino,
to carry on a sexual relationship with Bill Clinton,
to dress myself out of a fashion magazine,
to wear sneakers Made in China.
My place in society requires me
to barely lift a finger,
to spy on my concierge,
to wait for the bus,
to reread the rules which govern my access to the penal code,
to put my socks on right side out,
to carry on a normal conversation,
to correctly spell the following words:
“ WARNING, DON’T MOVE, YOU’RE ON CAMERA” (tonelessly),
to open a bank account,
to climb the walls,
to smoke and drink to excess.
I’m a folk tale hero.
340,000 copies sold every year.
I hold the department store sales record for 40 years.
To answer to the question: What color is Henry IV’s white horse?


Question...
Answer...

If they talk about me on TV, they do so to warn against excessive tenderness, virtue, hatred.
I’m a folk hero, used 3,350,000 times a year, aged 201.
Mine is the story of repetition.
As many prince charmings as real life stories.
I sleep more than I live.
I wait more than I sleep.
My life depends on people wanting to use me.
I am a story of repetition.
I am... repetition, the forests are immense... knives by the millions...
To me belong the re-makes, the murder plots, press clippings, petty revenge, transcendent jealousy,
the price of whisky, highway fatalities, discontent among the masses.
I’m a holocaust survivor, I hate dwarves and abusive fathers.
I adore what’s ugly, I detest what’s lovely.
30 to 100 kilos, my social security number is yours, your desires are mine.
I dreamt I slept with Dirk Bogarde, Sofia Loren, Lauren Bacall.
I’m a folk hero, I’m looking at you, at your memories, your missteps, your hopes, your scorn.
I am a folk hero on the verge of extinction.
I am the hope of thousands of children, the big sleep, the 8:30s on the dot, the upset tummies, the
spilled milk, the toast that fell jam-side down, the abusive fathers and mothers,
too much tenderness, the amusement park, the county fair, the Dow Jones average, the hope of
thousands of children, the survival of millions of adults...
I am the memory of your ancestors, a peep show attraction.
I am what you are, when you cry, I cry...
I am an everyday consumer product....
I -- Go Back... to Square One.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all... who’s the fairest of them all... who’s the fairest
of them all... (someone comes and kicks Snow White, she spits out the piece of apple stuck in her
throat)
, and it starts all over again...