Why does the child want the shit: Goodbye
A tender goodbye to the things that kept me going during this year: big breasts, late nights, missed trains, Beckett, the cold. Online dating and hoping to fucking
love one day; barking and shit.
It has been fun. It has been better than fun. It has been absolutely hilarious and a little lonely.
Also a little thank you to wodnerful friends and collaborators.
Thank you, Owen G Parry.
Thank you, Andriana Minou and Joe Kelleher.
Thank you Michelle Castaneda, I'm with you, Thanasis Deligiannis, Oreet Ashery.
Thank you Aris Katzagiannakis for teaching me how to update this shit.
Thank you Angelina Kartsaki, mum and dad and all my boyfriends.
Thank you for your love.
(I wrote the following for you).
How to Swim
Your beautiful round bottom is full of nonsense tonight. Yesterday I was someone else yes you know that you have seen it before. An afternoon and then BAM BAM BAM I am dead I have shot my self without noticing while taking breakfast on the seaside. Somewhere between you and me I will find the truth. I will walk, it won't take long. And I will let you know, because I am not selfish, I will let you know how it all happened in a BAM BAM BAM and I am dead I shot my self without noticing while having lunch on the seaside. Somewhere between you and me I will walk or take a taxi. Once I know for sure I will text or maybe call (always an excuse to listen to your beautiful voice) and let you know, because, you know already,I hope, I am not a selfish person, just slightly scared in case I get there first.
It has been fun. It has been better than fun. It has been absolutely hilarious and a little lonely.
Also a little thank you to wodnerful friends and collaborators.
Thank you, Owen G Parry.
Thank you, Andriana Minou and Joe Kelleher.
Thank you Michelle Castaneda, I'm with you, Thanasis Deligiannis, Oreet Ashery.
Thank you Aris Katzagiannakis for teaching me how to update this shit.
Thank you Angelina Kartsaki, mum and dad and all my boyfriends.
Thank you for your love.
(I wrote the following for you).
Lola and Stephen, Episode One, Photo @ Owen G Parry
Why does the child want the shit
To rub it on himself.
To take good hold of it and rub it on himself.
To take good good (guv guv) hold of it and rub it on himself
To cry hard all night long
The child: Plots this in every detail
The child: buys the five meter rope, the matches, the hollow buckett
The child: ties the buckett with the rope and lights the matches
The child: burns the rope slowly that leads to the buckett
The child: places a big fat sausage on the edge of the buckett
The sausage: provokes the dog's big nose
The child: approaches the dog
The child: threatens the dog
The child: gets closer
The child: gets closer
The child: cathches the dog in the buckett the rope still burning the matches all over the place
The child: takes the shit
The child: takes the shit
The child: gets hold of the shit
The child: gets good good hold of the shit and rubs it on himself.
To take good hold of it and rub it on himself.
To take good good (guv guv) hold of it and rub it on himself
To cry hard all night long
The child: Plots this in every detail
The child: buys the five meter rope, the matches, the hollow buckett
The child: ties the buckett with the rope and lights the matches
The child: burns the rope slowly that leads to the buckett
The child: places a big fat sausage on the edge of the buckett
The sausage: provokes the dog's big nose
The child: approaches the dog
The child: threatens the dog
The child: gets closer
The child: gets closer
The child: cathches the dog in the buckett the rope still burning the matches all over the place
The child: takes the shit
The child: takes the shit
The child: gets hold of the shit
The child: gets good good hold of the shit and rubs it on himself.
Cock Tales and Ballads, CPT, Photo @ Clarisse D'Arcimoles
New publication now online: Performance Returns
Article for activate e-journal, Roehampton University, editors J. Hunt, D. Theodoridou
This article attends to the role of writing in the remembering of performance. It looks at T.J Clark's repeated descriptions of Nicholas Poussin's paintings and thinks about repetitions in movement as an example
of performance that returns to the spectator again and again;
You can find the article here
How to Swim
How to Swim is a continuous collaborative project with Joe Kelleher. The piece has been presented
in Utrecht,Holland at Performance Studies international#17 and Communication in Crisis Symposium, Nafpaktos, Greece.
Drawing on Camillo’s memory theatre, which is based on an architectural form, i.e. images or objects fixed in space, we are interested in constructing a theatre, which uses utterances fixed in time. Speech takes the place of images and listening the place of looking. How to Swim is a performance/lecture, which uses repetition, sound and speech to explore how we can learn to swim without a life ring, a life belt or a lifebuoy. And how we made it back to the shore with our lives. These stories of survival are written and re-written so as to create a rhythmic arrangement, activating a certain mode of listening in time: things that are said before can be said again. The material used (language and sound) becomes accumulative, undergoing alterations and transformations and accretions as it is recalled.
Drawing on Camillo’s memory theatre, which is based on an architectural form, i.e. images or objects fixed in space, we are interested in constructing a theatre, which uses utterances fixed in time. Speech takes the place of images and listening the place of looking. How to Swim is a performance/lecture, which uses repetition, sound and speech to explore how we can learn to swim without a life ring, a life belt or a lifebuoy. And how we made it back to the shore with our lives. These stories of survival are written and re-written so as to create a rhythmic arrangement, activating a certain mode of listening in time: things that are said before can be said again. The material used (language and sound) becomes accumulative, undergoing alterations and transformations and accretions as it is recalled.
Arse, I'm With You, Photo @ Christa Holka
Full of nonsense
How long could you stay away from my round genitals, my perfectly shaped like a circle fallopian tubes my hairy scurry disgusting labium; a slight sigh hanging
from your collar. How dare you, how dare you hang your excrement from your ass, how dare you fall asleep in the
same way that I did, in the same way that my dad inserted a scarf inside his pants in the summer time.
Your beautiful round bottom is full of nonsense tonight. Yesterday I was someone else yes you know that you have seen it before. An afternoon and then BAM BAM BAM I am dead I have shot my self without noticing while taking breakfast on the seaside. Somewhere between you and me I will find the truth. I will walk, it won't take long. And I will let you know, because I am not selfish, I will let you know how it all happened in a BAM BAM BAM and I am dead I shot my self without noticing while having lunch on the seaside. Somewhere between you and me I will walk or take a taxi. Once I know for sure I will text or maybe call (always an excuse to listen to your beautiful voice) and let you know, because, you know already,I hope, I am not a selfish person, just slightly scared in case I get there first.
