_Rewriting The Book of Psalms, in FANG Govaart pursues a life-long interest in how our tongues are made_
FANG began with psalm 119. Its 176 verses contain an unusually elaborate sequence of synonyms for rule. The psalmist seeks support, guidance, foundation, help, comfort, protection, a pillar: The Word. Something v intimate and wholly exterior. Extimate, we might say. For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, verse 83 reads. My uncle, a theologian, laughed at my off-the-cuff demand for further explanation: one could spend their life reading the exegeses of 119, was his reply. But you get the point after the first stanza: the speaker desires The Word, wants to be spoken by it. It's soothing to be able to rely on content. How does repeated content bear/carry formal intervention? The Bible is a good place to start if you are interested in the too lavish, too lush means of linguistic production. With the help of dictionaries and thesauri, I belabor what the psalmist knows: language is done to you. I’m seduced by the theatricality of speech. The autonomy of the signifier is language's charge, and it will and should be overpriced. At Tempel, FANG stages psalm 1-7, 15, 23, 24, 27, 55, 88, 91, 117, 119, 121, 139 and 150. With an interest in tonal shifts, you and I know about failure.
Adored are those who are somewhat frank.
You do good to them.
Those who do so little wrong, who do maybe nothing wrong.
You’ve laid down aspirations.
If only my actions were consistent.
If only I were fashion.
Then I shall not be confounded.
As I learn living as I should, I will thank you by working you out.
Don’t turn your back on me.
With what does a boy purify?
Can men not be?
Don’t let me not ask you.
I have stored you and laid you up in my insides.
I recite aloud what is yours.
With my lips I press out questions.
Following you brings as much pleasure as being rich.
I like you as much as a bag.
I weigh you up.
I’m like a dog.
Be good to me.
Open my eyes, uncover my mind, and compensate me.
I live in you as a resident.
My heart aches.
Do you think it is going to break; how is it going to break.
You tell off the arrogant.
You dress them down.
Remove from me all awfulness.
Take away from me the rulers.
You are my best friend.
I am laid low in the dust.
I lie in the mud: defeated, collapsed.
I have given you an account.
My plans: voilà.
I will tell you everything.
I am troubled and heavy.
Can one be removed from a life of lies.
Can one be granted something.
Okay: what is a choice.
Can you point, point, point.
Can you, can you, can you.
Let’s ride together: my joy is in it.
This love for money: there it is.
Give me life.
Establish your parlance to me.
And a sentiment.
And a love.
Come to me.
I can answer anyone who bullied me.
Don’t take away my chance to speak.
I’ll be with you.
Look, I stand in an open expanse.
I trust you so much that I speak of you before kings.
How I love you.
Yes, I love you.
I don’t even know the length of my arms.
Remember what you said to me: that this was okay.
I am hurt.
Arrogant people scoff at me.
You stood the test of time.
I’m into you.
I become furious.
You have been my song wherever I lodge.
I reflect at night on who you are.
Accepting you with negation is how I spend my life, so that I find happiness through you.
You are my portion and choice.
I invoke your face, beg you to be as you are.
I want to win your favor.
I pay careful attention as I turn my feet to you.
I ponder what manner to go.
Malicious people set a trap.
In the middle of the night I wake up and rise.
Those who partake in you, I’m their friend.
The world is filled with you.
How you have dealt well with me is just so good.
I can barely believe how you have treated me.
Are you going to give me more wisdom.
I made mistakes.
You are good and you do good and what you do is good.
Lies are everywhere.
Who is full of themselves.
Who is a cocky liar.
Some hearts are cold-hearted, callous, unfeeling.
They are insensitive, covered with unyielding fat, curdled like sour milk.
They’re pure grease.
They’ve no sense with their clogged minds, gross ‘n thick as a penis.
It was okay for me after my encounter with you.
For you’re more to me than thousands of silver and gold pieces.
Your fashion, hands and establishment are in me: help me understand it.
Those who are into you have form.
Your decisions are okay.
What is a rule.
I bear with your appetite.
Let me stagger and slip in my cheapening.
I’m losing value…it’s okay.
Put down those who fuck the rest.
Those who are into you, we’ll do something.
My heart is a hollow heart.
Will I have gone out like a light, because of being worn out from the waiting.
Can you come now.
I am like a wineskin in the smoke in which I hang, shriveled, as dry as a bone, past my best.
I feel like a week of cold weather.
When will you go into action.
Can you please act against the arrogant who outsmart me with their mendacity.
Liars, compulsive liars, therapeutically incurable equivocators, can they go.
They almost made an end of me here in this town.
But they couldn’t do it all the way.
What would an exposition of your warmth be like.
It seems to be firm, fixed in the sky.
What’s its location.
Are you effect.
I would have…never mind.
I cannot forget you.
I really cannot forget you.
If I forgot you.
Many lie in wait to do me harm.
How I have a thing for you!
How I think the world of you!
I like how you make me sharp.
You have given me insights.
I discern much more.
That which leads to trouble is bad.
I keep my feet from systems.
Sweetness reaches the roof of my palate, and it is better than honey to my mouth.
Give your locution to me.
Let me amass your idioms.
The charge I get.
Your are a lamp unto my feet.
I’ve promised it once, I like you a lot.
Liking you a lot uplifts the pain I also feel.
I wonder if you will accept the freewill offerings of my mouth.
My life constantly hangs in the balance.
Who hasn’t set a snare for me.
You are a most prized thing.
I have made up my mind, my inner life is set, I am set, I can go on forever.
I hate vain thoughts.
I hate those with divided loyalties.
I hate two-faced people. I hate transgressors.
I hate the unjust.
I hate those who are of a double mind.
I don’t hate shelter, shield, hiding place, helper, fortress.
Away from me, you evildoers.
How will you uphold my expectations.
I have regard for you.
I deem you.
Let’s not skim you off like scum.
My body shudders.
Do not leave me here.
Do not let the arrogant have me here.
Eyes fail with longing.
Deal with me.
Give me discernment and a heart.
It is time for us.
I love you more than gold.
I love you above gold, above the purest gold.
You mean more to me than precious stones, than the finest gold.
You are right; I esteem you; I consider you to be just.
You are wonderful: no wonder I want to be with you.
You are a doorway that lets the light in.
I open my mouth and pant.
I open my mouth wide and pant.
I open wide my mouth and pant with anticipation.
In my desire for you I pant with open mouth.
I honestly want to get to know you.
Look to me.
Can you prepare my goings.
Make your face.
Smile on me.
My eyes shed tears.
They flow from my eyes.
Your moves are excellent.
Zeal wears out.
Are you pure.
Is your language pure.
I am lowly, insignificant, despised, small, young.
You are not.
You give me pleasure.
I call out to you.
I rise before dawn.
I rise with the watches of the night.
Listen, can you hear me.
Devised nasty schemes are hurtful.
You stay far.
Agony, humiliation, misery.
Argue my case.
You typically do the right thing.
Disloyal dealers make me sick at heart.
The sum of you is some kind of organ.
I am gladdened.
I found treasures.
I hate lies.
I hate and detest all lies.
I hate and detest all falsehood.
I hate, abhor and despise all lies, falsehood, deceit, iniquity and unrighteousness.
I hate lying; I hate untruth; I hate telling stories, I am disgusted with it.
I can't stand fabricators.
You are just.
I have felt less sick.
I stack stock.
It is fully known before you.
Listen to supplication.
I siphon off.
Let my tongue pronounce.
Give me a helping hand.
I long, I long lots.
I go astray, astray like a lost sheep.
Can you come.