Miss Lilith And Mrs. Drusse
(Automania of Isaiah 34:14 and Lars von Trier’s Riget / The Kingdom)
I am a nocturnal demon. My resting place is a hospital room. In the old days the room was decorated with bleached sheets. The bleached sheets constituted the white spot. Now, the moisture has spread into the walls. It runs off my filled heart. I am Lilith, Adam’s first wife. We started the process. We cause demons. The demons now inhabit the hospital room. Snakes build their nests here. They lay their eggs here. The coiling snakelets are my spawn. I give birth to evil. These overgrown children swell with even more evil.
She wants to destroy me, Mrs. Drusse.
The brokenchatter kitchen spirits are my mouthpiece. Their distorted brains have a pattern similar to my genitals. They are trying to do away with me. They are trying to erase their existence by washing their secretions from my china. Mrs. Drusse calls to the spirits. Mrs. Drusse sucks at me with words of Spiritus. I sleep with Adam, he takes the shape of Age Krüger. I am a nocturnal demon, dressed in bleached sheets.
Sulfuric acid runs from my body. Vultures hover over the hospital. The airplanes in the sky are controlled by evil wings. No animal shall fail to appear, least of all, that which constitutes my resting place. Death is one thing. Death is frozen life. Death tastes of ice. I live under operating tables. I roll around in blood, in puddles on the floor. Where people are slaughtered. Our blubber-sea is a delightful existence. I deceive myself. My jaw is a hole of imperious flowers.
It is me that Mrs. Drusse wants to destroy.
The stench rising from dead bodies. Heads rolling across the floor. The anesthesia forms I’ve signed with my name have been hidden. I am Lilith. Miss Lilith approves of death’s entry. It tastes good with ice and pears. I rotate slowly on the skulls of little girls. I suspend all senses. I am queen of anesthetics. Here we’ll always stay. Here I found my resting place. Here echoes the voices of spirits. I offer muteness. Come to my flock.
Hear how the old woman cries Spiritus Spiritus Spiritus.
Do not listen to her.
Look at my tongue.