CENTAUR PRESENTS

URBAN TALES XI

Immigrant SONGS: FIRST XMAS IN MONTREAL

DEC 7 - 16

created in collaboration with

Unang Pasko Sa Montreal

Written by Marie Barlizo, told by Kenny Wong

 

We take the elevator up to the presidential suite; it's the only room on the floor. When I open the door my jaw drops. The walls look like solid gold in this place. There are topless HOT blonde women in G-strings and high heels surrounding my friend Justin, who's seated at the head of the dining room table. All eyes are on the Sushi Chef who's preparing sushi on a naked, big breasted young woman. “Ay Dieus mio!” I pray for strength to fight temptation. A boy screams, "Ay-yia –yia. Did I just die and go to heaven?" Justin gets up from the table. The DJ cuts the music as Justin says, "Maligayang Pasko, Joseph! Tatay … merry Christmas! Join us!"

 

 

Midnight Mess

Written by Yvan Bienvenue, translated by Harry Standjofski, told by France Rolland

 

I should tell you right off that I come from a really poor family and growing up poor you don’t get a childhood. I mean “no childhood”. There’s a sort of one but it’s a second-hand childhood; a rag & bone childhood that someone lends you so you have something to grow up on. The frame of a childhood … borrowed. And the day you become “of age”, the day you become a woman, a man, they take it back. It’s probably why a lot of poor people take a bad turn ‘cause when they realize that they’re gonna have to reimburse their childhood, they decide to just not become adults.

 

 

SanimaXmas

Written and told by Michaela Di Cesare

 

Pina looks out from her beautiful newly-built bay window with double-paned thermal glass and custom pine accents at the rotting corpses. It’s an unseasonably warm December day, which makes the stench that much worse. It thickens the air, penetrates her newly-erected, insulated walls. She’s trapped in a fortress, like Rapunzel, but instead of being named after a lovely purple flower, she’d be named after Rapini. Pina of the Rapini. The windows of her fortress are filled with argon gas, meant to keep the heat in. Today she wishes it was less warm. She suppresses a gag. She’s getting good at that.

 

 

The Figurine

Written by Dany Laferrière, translated by Harry Standjofski, told by Patrick Abellard

 

Two things that count for me

Two things

Refrigerators and women

 

Sometimes I am looking for the refrigerator

I find the woman

Or vice versa

I am hungry

I meet Julie

Beautiful girl

We go up to her apartment

We make love

Extraordinary

Magnificent

After, in bed

During the moment of tenderness

Instead of looking at her

I look at the refrigerator

 

That’s me in a nutshell

 

 

The Return

By Pascale Rafie, translated by Harry Standjofski, told by Deena Aziz

 

My son was born with a great dream that gnawed at him. Where it came from I don’t know. And he would fulfill that dream; yes! “Come what may” he would say. “Whatever the obstacles”, he would conquer them. “Am I your roaring lion or not, ya oummi?” he would say. Mischievous seducer. Manipulator.

 

 

Smoke

Written and told by Harry Standjofski

 

Chez Solange there is a decorated tree like I’ve seen in American movies. In Canadian movies too probably, but I’ve never seen one. No trees like that in Istanbul, maybe in some hotel lobby. Look: we are seven billion on the planet; 70% are not Christian. No tree, no presents, no angels, no baby born in a barn, no subsequent “sacrifice, death and resurrection”, no horrible music: it’s the most wonderful time of the year. Five billion don’t celebrate that: get over yourselves!

 

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