Metaphors with Attitude
What if metaphors, these docile creatures of our expressions declared their autonomy and looked back at us ... with defiance.
This is what I have dreamed of. Maybe out of solidarity with things that never speak for themselves; maybe because I see myself as a living metaphor of things that even I dont know.
Excerpt from Introductory Text, February 24th, 2002 - Vienna Intercultural Theatre, Personal Exhibition
Being There
Not all those who dare to migrate out of
their home-worlds can continue as lucky and innocent as the gardener hero of Jerzy
Kosinski's great novel "being there".
Living in an ageing European capital like Vienna,
being young, being Turkish, being woman, being an "auslander", resorting to speaking
English against an unwelcoming and disbelieving society that punishes broken German
and dignity ... It is like being without coordinates to take hold of. It is maybe like being
an American Indian in 20th century. Living under a stubborn rain of metaphors which you
breathlessly work to relate to yourself, and resist.
Metaphors with attitude can be considered as Siir's own platoon to defend her identity
against that infinite metaphorical attack of a civilization that likes to define you,
classify you, and forces you to play a cliché.
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