One hundred years ago, Judith Teixeira wrote Decadência, a set of love poems ploughed in the inflamed silence of the flesh. Luísa Demétrio Raposo now says, with flesh and blood, that ‘all writing is sex’.
What is this heat that sets women on fire and revives them transformed?
Decadência is a performance about fire that brings us closer to a woman who burns up in words—”there’s fire in the fire where she levitates / she levitates inside her skin”. Can we ever respond to the historical violence of the gesture of whomever burns a woman for having loved? Who burns who, after all?