Katherine Hume takes Denise Diderot to the Adelaide Experimental Arts Foundation Gallery.
They enter the gallery. Katherine rips a sheet of black program notes from a set on the wall. In the dim light, all she can read is the title.
tERROR, with the final R back to front.
Denise is looking at an artwork that will later turn out to have been Full Moon Rising Over The Suburban McDonalds Spelling Out The Word OM.
Katherine is intrigued by A Mysterious Hum On The Horizon (a car bumper, suspended, revolving).
I do like modern art, says Katherine. But I don't understand it.
When I don't understand it, says Denise, I ask myself a particular question.
What is it? asks Katherine.
Yes, says Denise.
A slowed-down version of Nothing Compares 2 U has been constantly looping in a dark room at the back of the gallery.
They go in.
Oh, says Katherine. I can't see a thing in here. Where are you?
Behind you, says Denise. Just keep going.
They stumble down a corridor and turn a corner.
at the far end of the room is a bed and a mattress
they climb on and lie under
a screen on which a humanoid creature
in tight shorts writhes in a black night of stars
the music throbs through their bodies it's
peaceful erotic unhinged
they lie side by side for some minutes.
after which they slide off the mattress
and make their way out
Ugh, says Denise. You know that feeling when your underwear's hitched up too high? I've got it.
I know just what you mean dear, says Katherine. Let's stop a moment before we go out past the man in the bookshop.
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