Pessimism isn’t the disaster that we should be looking at. It’s optimism, it’s this
cruel motherfucker dressed in White and Floral and Sequins and yet is nothing but
Dagger and Sword.
Content
Everything we are
comes from gathering together.
SB The morning after I exert, after leaving the ground, my body is screaming. I get carried away in the dancing of it — the push and the push and the repetitive action and the momentum.
In scoring Yellow Towel, Michel and Nardone began with a series of questions to address the itinerant and obscure aspects of the work: What is legible in the moment of performance?
Openings and Obstacles
A set of tasks to dance with, alone or with others.
A set of tasks to solve problems with.
A set of tasks to fight with,
To love with.
You also told me once that I’d look terrible bald. My hair uncurls from one of the pink curlers. I imagine myself standing in the rain, holding a bucket over my head,
Read and listen to Oana Avasilichioaei’s Chambersonic (I) and (IV) here…
The translingual has made a traitor of me.
What happens to an erasure of the unwritten
damnatio memoriae of the unsculpted
During a recent conversation with a friend, we struck upon the topic of her nearly complete collection of Nancy Drew hardcovers. I immediately pictured them as they had appeared in my childhood: books aged prematurely by the humidity of numerous seasons spent reading them in the Caribbean.
