Showing posts with label dictatorship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dictatorship. Show all posts

12.
That That. 2011. Zink; performance theatre, Cape Town [recall]
I had requested to be last on the schedule. The evening consisted of several performances, mostly indoors, running back to back with a short interval…
  1. …begin before Josh Ginsburg ends his performance.
  2. simultaneously activate my devices whilst dismantling and setting aside his setup.
  3. replace his projector with laptop, open and start the movie: a film of hands step-and-repeating the same action over and over.
  4. pop down his projection screen and clear the stage.
  5. lit-up by cellphone glow, standing at the back, scroll through folders, press play and place the phone on the ledge: a clip set on loop, horn player practicing his cords pre-recorded outside studio window.
  6. open the rear stage door letting the light flood in.
  7. leave. Out the door, into the light and under a unusually tall ladder which has a spotlight strapped to its head. Walk around the building past Belinda’s projected movie and Linda’s live horse and go observe the audience from the front main entrance.
  8. local rude-boy Ant Strack reacts to the perseverating cacophony and storms out. Relief. The potential of an ending.
  9. everyone leaves to being beginning a new phase. Outside the theatre, the evening and life, a horse and the mountain, John’s studios and stuff. Freedom from the theatre and the dictatorship of the artist. Time seems more restrainable outside.  Free to start.                     (2011-11-19)


66.5.
Peculiar people peculiar to a peculiar time. Who are we today? Which peculiarities are we letting slip by unhindered? While we sleep the people we elect to govern us not only plot to work our families to the bone but also consider what type of fertiliser our remains will make. The world has not changed much. Our masters, g_ds and own stupidities still have us by the balls. I don’t go for hoping or praying but I do wish that the future holds a looser grip. We all deserve at least the opportunity to create a less predictable existence. Or do we?                                                                        (2009)