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- VERMILION's TEXT -
[Communique: 03.31.03]
I will be in Amsterdam until April 7. Alexandra - a thousand dust-tormented streets. Five races, five languages, a dozen creeds - but more than five sexes.
Lawrence Durrell, Justine
[Communique: 03.29.03 - 4PM]
We have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour - The Elders, Hopi Nation, Oraibi, Arizona
Long live the collective wolf!
The multiple wolf stalks the end of the world.
- a mishearing of Into the Woods
[Communique: 03.29.03 - 1PM]
The Annunciation - Rosario Castellanos [Communique: 03.29.03 - 10AM]
I have been writing an application for a fellowship with Cornerstone. In describing neverland to them I was rereading what I wrote about it in January. Here is something from a letter to a friend:
I didn't see neverland as being as apocalyptic as you did. The theme of armageddon, as I understand it, is one that romantics and revolutionaries often use in the service of their visions. While it is very powerful (and appeals a great deal to me), I don't think it is the whole truth. It's just as important to remember that the world is not ending, that life goes on, and that humans are primarily a danger to themselves. As for the ideology behind X's vision - you will see that in the story it is pretty explicitly Marxist. I opened it up to the performer and asked him to create it new every night, which is why it changed so much. I was uncomfortable with his choice to propose the murder of all children, but I also think that he did that completely within the rules of the game and that putting such terrifying images on the table was part of the deep work of the project. I think that in all my watching of Holocaust documentaries and horror films and anti-capitalist videos and everything that has to do with murder and sickness and genocide, I have never heard anyone propose the murder of children in general.
For me, X is a visionary in the anarchist tradition. At its most radical, this is indeed negativity towards the history of human beings (to the extent that history begins with writing and civilization and therefore with structures of dominance and slavery) and white people (to the extent that whiteness is a construct based on colonial domination) and Americans (to the extent that America is the largest and most powerful empire in history). Ideally this kind of radical anarchist perspective does not mean that you hate all history (which is also the history of love and justice and peace) or all white people (who are not inherently dominant or evil) or all Americans (who are not all emperors). But I think the tale of X, as you will see in the short story, is about the difference between a romantic utopian anarchism which is fundamentally disconnected from the world and a complex historical materialism which is essentially cynical and relativist. My own proposal would be something that combines historical materialism with romantic anarchism, but this is not something we see a lot of in "Elegy," which is a very dark story. In "Elegy," both options suck. The visionary X leads his friends into destruction, disillusionment, and murder, while the historical voices (the radio, for example) talk constantly about war and military coups. Everywhere you turn, violence.
I was also offended by some parts. On this project I rejected some of the assumptions about the director's role. I would not at all be willing to take responsibility for everything the actors said and did. Traditionally the director has all the agency and actors have none, but in this case I gave them responsibility for their words and actions.
[Communique: 03.28.03]
Try to live the questions themselves.
- Rilke
i am living the questions
[Communique: 03.27.03]
On Tuesday I went spontaneously to Lenox, Massachusetts with Micha. I was not wearing shoes and we got stuck in a snow bank and thought we had destroyed the front axle of the car. But then I found some shoes and the AAA pulled us out of the snow and the wheel was fine.
So that was good.
On Monday I am going to Amsterdam for a week.
I found a file of random notes from a year ago. Here are a few interesting old thoughts...
Marxists predict a great economic crash. Technology has shifted the nature of this crash from economic to environmental, shunted off the burden.
She's in touch with her edge.
Hi, I'm a syntheticalist. I don't eat anything organic, only synthetic food. It's sort of like being on a hunger strike, except you can do it for years and years.
Short film: A young woman enters her sunny apartment. Sends her roommate out for honey and vinegar. Starts writing sigils on walls. What is coming? Eviction, and something worse...
I feel so fat today. I feel like a giant corporate flag smothering infant children. I have to go back to the gym.
- a famous post-colonial feminist theorist [Communique: 03.25.03]
Somehow I believe archaically that I can do work, live, love gratify alone. But also I know - perhaps also archaically - that I can do nothing alone. This is what G. was trying to tell me this morning about acknowledging his existence, his contribution to my life process.
And J.'s and the Group's. And to acknowledge it in fact is also to permit disruptions - to turn over to others - more or less, but in increasing amounts - the possibility of influencing my life; my life "course." ... To realize that I am not what I put myself out as being. I am not self-contained, invincible, untouchable.
I do not like to be touched. For those hands on my surface, those unsolicited hands, can suddenly plunge into me and bring up guts
- Richard Schechner, Environmental Theater
[Communique: 03.24.03]
cued
cued by breath unleashed by exasperation desperate with ourselves "i am whole" you said Theater Against War ... the hardest thing is wanting ...
... am i becoming less clear?
From confusion comes clarity!
- Estevan
[Communique: 03.23.03]
cradle
this egg is unsustainable put a stop to
endless endless grain and it's not about iraq this weight is on us garbage is what we eat get out of that box so fuck you for the anger and fuck you for not waking up i want to cut this country up the answer isn't good news the virtues are not hard to find knowledge cannot bring peace
peace have it as we bomb [Communique: 03.18.03]
... Fear of going home. And of not being taken in. We're afraid of being abandoned by the mother, the culture, la Raza, for being unacceptable, faulty, damaged. Most of us unconsciously believe that if we reveal this unacceptable aspect of the self our mother / culture / race will totally reject us. To avoid rejection, some of us conform to the values of the culture, push the unacceptable parts into the shadows. Which leaves only one fear - that we will be found out and that the Shadow-Beast will break out of its cage. Some of us take another route. We try to make ourselves conscious of the Shadow-Beast, stare at the sexual lust and lust for power and destruction we see on its face, discern among its features the undershadow that the reigning order of heterosexual males project on our Beast. Yet still others of us take it another step: we try to waken the Shadow-Beast inside us. Not many jump at the chance to confront the s Shadow-Beast in the mirror without flinching at her lidless serpent eyes, her cold clammy moist hand dragging us underground, fangs bared and hissing. How does one put feathers on this particular serpent? But a few of us have been lucky - on the the face of the Shadow-Beast we have seen not lust but tenderness; on its face we have uncovered the lie.
- Gloria Anzaldua, Borderlands / La Frontera
shadow : beast : serpent : wolf : fat : worm
there is no place like home, and no way to find it.
sinking like some stones [Communique: 03.17.03]
- I'd be dirty / and exciting / and full of whatever / of life / I'd be / I'd be beautiful ...
... and I get a colour, stuck in my eye / the colour turqoise
- jeff noon, needle in the groove
[Communique: 03.16.03]
Here are some photos of the war room.
[Communique: 03.11.03]
A poem works for me not when it says what I want it to say and not when it evokes what I want it to. It works when the subject I started out with metamorphoses alchemically into a different one, one that has been discovered, or uncovered, by the poem. It works when it surprises me, when it says something I have repressed or pretended not to know. The meaning and worth of my writing is measured by how much I put myself on the line and how much nakedness I achieve...
... Feed the muse within you. The voice that lies buried under you, dig it up. Do not fake it, try to sell it for a handclap or your name in print.
- Gloria Anzaldua
What I want to do with my life this year is strip away all the shit that I do because of ambition, because of the handclap, because of wanting to achieve a certain image that gratifies my ego. I know what it is to do work that feels deep and real. I know that that work is powerful, that it can be "successful" or not and that either way it is truly life-giving and life-sustaining. I go in and out of that courage. I want to find that pulse and listen to it.
[Communique: 03.11.03]
Music is you wake up and you see what the day is like and then you go and play that instrument, and what comes out is how you feel about that day. And before jazz became institutionalized, everything you heard was pretty much somebody's view of how they felt that day. And you could hear it in the notes and you can hear it in the song...
So the more notes they found in common together spontaneously, then it just kept building and building until everything became recomposed or reimprovised over and over and over. It's like having a conversation with someone about the same thing every day, but it sounds different every time. Like saying "I love you" every day, you mean the same thing and you have the same feeling, but you have to come up with some way of saying it...
- Bob Beldon, interview with MLF
trains & training. bees & wax / philosophical.
i had to learn why i need objects in order to let myself have them. i never just walked down canal street and took what i needed. somebody says you aren't supposed to make theater that way. but now i understand. the objects can ground you in whatever those fabulous colors are. critical theory is not something you can put in your pocket and bring into a neutral space. race and gender cannot be the premises of a mirror exercise. too much thinking, not enough skin. always reducing to skin. but a flag, a blue eyedropper, a phone, a shoe, a pair of red socks... these can be dropped into the action-water to dissolve like rocks in lava. these are the tools of the shaman. you can't control the flow of energy but you can carry a utility belt. i'm not wrong for resisting the letting go into a sea of supposed neutrality. i need to make my demands clear to the gods, incarnate them in icons for an altar, and then go into the circle naked, carrying only my totems.
i need to relax. it's a choice.
i think i will get on a train and be back tomorrow morning.
[Communique: 03.07.03]
the war room took place. It happened. Thanks to all those who stopped by. Images and notes will be posted on the website as soon as possible.
Also, I have a review up in the NYC TheatreWire.
[Communique: 03.02.03]
People want to know: Why do you worry about taking your clothes off when we have to wipe out imperialism?
- Julian Beck
Upcoming project: the war room
You are personally invited to come view / participate in this piece. It is an all-day installation. It will not be performative like a piece of theater. Nobody is putting on a show for anyone else. We will simply be there, thinking, all day long. The point is to create a space in which people stop and think seriously about the meaning of war. The space will be contemplative rather than informational, slow as well as urgent, serious but not morbid, and political in the deepest sense.
You can be a participant on either side of the glass.
Meanwhile...
I am now 24 years old.
In attendance at my party yesterday: Rammellzee, Ben Blum-Smith, Megan Spence, Tove Hermanson, Timmy Jones, Casey Davison, Krainin, Georgia Ewen-Campen, Trevor Frontin, Michelle Goldsmith, Kody Blue, Emily Barth, Jim Isler, Marina Teper, Gillian Tunney.
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