Lulu Lamontagne is the liminal space between historical periods, the creative-destructive force that pushes events forwards despite the protests of those dragged in its wake. Lulu is the end of the end of history. Lulu is the release of long suppressed emotions. Lulu is the part of you that thrills when things go wrong. Lulu is the impulse to burn it all down to warm yourself by the flames.
Lulu is not misunderstood - there is absolutely nothing to understand.
“Oh joy, at last, the end has come A-through the streets with fiery tongue And bone-white teeth a-bared.
And all the sins that you’ve compiled Appear quite dim beside that smile With Trojan flames like flecks of bile Licking at the gums.
Now no more anxious waiting, No more striving, No more straining, A self-obliterating day then finally done,
And, lightening, your heart is held Before the final gun; What’s been has been, you’re clean again, Now that the end has come!”
- Lulu