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Proposal for a flowery performance in an empty dirt area.
(Piece requires the possibility of decimation by war.)



Performance carried out as follows: subject is wrapped in a colorful textile, tied to a platform for the dead, and left alone at the risk of chance.


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Every time I visit Iraq in pictures, I die another little death.  

Yesterday I was in Sadr City.  I insisted that I would stay — even while I watched families leaving the city ahead of the rumored air raids.  I sat eating a nervous breakfast when I heard a whirr and a violent crash; I went deaf a split second before the US mortar round killed me.  I was a thirty-five year old woman; how had I survived that long?


I’ve edited my face into the circumstances;  see below.

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