as matador, collusion, the dead heaped, on the dead, the dance ( rehearsal, maquette ) http://www.alansondheim.org/toarms1.jpg https://youtu.be/txCA9Yo1B8U VIDEO http://www.alansondheim.org/toarms2.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/toarms3.jpg unnatural testbed for disappearance as in: The Disappeared as in: They were warned as in: Bodies: To Arms! To Arms! the animals are in the animals there are people around, they expel themselves they don't know their arms and legs they greet strangers the cave collapses the dead are furious the living don't understand suddenly a pain inconceivably violent nothing's supported again but then things are on top of things. things settle. things settle down, flatten. lungs empty, the last words are heard. the last of our language. there are some sounds that are just sounds. sounds are just that. no animal is succinct every animal is as old as every other lineage, lineage. the death of an animal ends a billion years of history a word spoken as someone kills someone is the last of that language there is no more language there is no more language even if no one dies even if everyone speaks even if everyone speaks with untoward clarity if no one dies at that point even if one lives ( consider these signs. you know they have a meaning but you don't know the meaning. it's inconceivable that you can read them. but what you think they mean is what they mean to someone, perhaps a corpse. perhaps the corpse understands, you think, and you think the corpse understands. the animals swallow the world, falter, die, flesh nanoteched into its own image. we're waiting for the end of language. we're not there to wait any longer. we're not here either. we don't understand we don't understand these signs. we wait for the corpse. a corpse is a weapon. ) this is what we are waiting for in this country the last of our language, there it's already said - that this is the last word in our language - that this is the last speaking of that word - that nothing else is understood or understandable - that the remnants, the rest, are fictions, subterfugues - or the last of world or something which by the way is never discrete just as the word - just as the word is never discrete but murmurs someone says begin again the hovel glows the chora is inside is never discrete (however this is spoken, coded) culture is cullture, cull ( think of this as a fight to the death and repetition. think further that the triumphant is ceremonial, diffuse, vanquished. that these words are never armed. that any sword is mightier than any word. that words have no half-lives. think further than thought. corpse. ) [ Sp. matador, prop., a killer, fr. matar to kill, L. mactare to sacrifice, kill. Checkmate death of the king, checkmatador, deliverance further than thought. ] what is useless: our call to arms. our protecting anyone or anything. our doing only what is necessary. thinking one might be talked out of violence. that one: always the they / doxa. cullture kills us, annihilation to the limit. to arm, to arm. to arms, to arms. watch the video. --- Jakeia Lorree, performance Lorraine Rosado, performance Louis Wells, performance Augustus Wendell, mocap, concept Alan Sondheim, mocap, concept, videography Azure Carter, facilitator, camera, concept Andrew Klobucar, coordinator STEM+ Residency sponsorship New Jersey Institute of Technology _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
