INTERFERENCE http://www.alansondheim.org/interference.jpg Europe http://www.alansondheim.org/Track01.mp3 Azure, vocals; Alan, flute /* For a dance performance somewhere, unknown date. Most likely 2006 and possibly in Geneve. But I'm not sure how I managed to record what was an improvisation across numerous small videos. Perhaps this was a text scrolled at the bottom of the screen. In which case I have a video recording somewhere. Or perhaps not. At the moment I'm working too much with reconstruction. As if I'm running on empty. Where we live is barren for us. We do not belong here and we do not belong. I'm a refugee inside myself and I know this is minor in the scheme of things, where refugees run to save themselves. You can die of ennui where we are but that is a privilege. And that is without the energy of the text below. There is always a community, however fractured, of dancers. Of performers in general. Of those who are committed to work with each other, to produce something. That they would find valuable. As would I. Going through the images, thousands of them, familiar faces, for example from the Cybermind Conference. But I can't associate the photographs with the names. Or the names themselves. Almost a quarter of a century ago. Ah, we were so young. Or were not. We are always at exactly the same age. We are governors of flows. Or are governed by flows. Now we are in the space of writing. It is a prolapse. It falls out of place. It has no place here. Between INTERFENCE and I have no idea how to begin. Ending with thanks. Thanking an audience whose names I do not know and whose language I may not know, for listening. For being there. For being here, now, at exactly the same age. At exactly the same time. Now. */ I have no idea how to begin. These pieces are explorations of dance-movement translated into alien spaces. This is sound bounced from New York to Chicago then back to West Virgnia then back to New York using Internet 2. Everything is out of sync. Thiis is Foofwa's dance troop doing a synchronized exercise from "swimming." It's difficult to figure how to get into this material for me. For one thing the laptop was acting up. We found a toy gun in California and scanned it in West Virginia - deconstructing it atthe same time. Ok we did this with a tree as well This will go on until I stop it. Sometimes you get up in the morning and its not the right thing to say. Do you know the United States is at WAR with Iraq!? I found out today - that's really bad. They were looking for illegal immigrants and look what they came up with - WEAPOONS OF MASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS DESTRUCTION~! I knew my United States MY UNITED STATES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! would come through in the end. And everybody thought that Bush was a two bit terrorist who was anti-gay? Whatever happened to his daughters? They're probably fucking Rumseld. I look on this as therapy. While I'm playiing with software programs (the very latest!_ (not really)) - there are a numbetr of species going extinct per hour. But they can all move to the Arcitic. By the way polar bears have turned cannibal and elephants are raping other species - this is true - as animals find their habitat disappiearing. What these abstract imags ar - the body is divided into 17 segments and these are then captured while a dancer moves - the movements are captured - and then - then you can map them on to for example people - These people practiced for weeks to get it right [...] Now we can take this mapping of figures onto figures - dancers onto avatar dancers - and we can map into entirely new spaces and content - So this is a dancer transformed. Well hell this has no use whatsoever but I'm fascinated by the extentions of the body - When you play around with software like this you can enter the world of dreams so quickly... I can't find my way outshide this world. Dance. How can I make this entertaining? We shall witness men and women amputated at the brain! They cannot think! They can only dance! Dansez Dansez! O Here is Azure being scanned. The laser destroyed one of my cameras. I have learned not to work in the real world. ui, c'est tout! Pourquoi? They are ne real pas, ils dansez le "reel." I make a map of this dance. Je fabrique un plan von der Unterwelt. They have no Now in order to get away from legs I have moved into the interior of avatars... So this is what it looks like from inside - They have no arms. Quel dommage! Pourqoi? POURQUOI? Parceque ce'st mois! La Divine! Ceas vrai! Wirklich! I will make their interieures! Inside them! You will see! I forgot the trees. Here is a tree being scanned by a laser sending the signal out - From here you can move deep into the dtree .. there are other things to see.... You can see the laser burn. The best way to proceed I think is to hmmm... Is to go into the real world as little as possible... and then bring back whatever you need like going to a 7-11 or something - Is this going ok Foofwa? Uh it seems to lack coherency. I wish I was home making new avatars on my computer to fuck with. Later no earlier in 2006 I don't know what happened, I showed work - real pieces of things and computers - in Los Angels - you can actually stumble over wires once you leave home. One absolutely has to know how to inhabit theoretical digital space. Every other space will become poisonous. This space now this space here - this space is a ruler being taken apart by a laser - you can study it and see how measurement began. I keep thinking I've got some terrible disease and am just about to die (SOB!) so I need your sympathy vote! This is my partner Azure Azul being deconstructed on a bad hair day. So I'm thinking of war and extinctions and the nightmare the world is turning into and atomic bombs going off and being unable to sleep and I can't help making stupid jokes. Like the maarx brothers - it's a kind of immigrant fever - More mapping of dancers. Foofwa is the only person I know who could dance this. The advantage of a dancer: You'll have your body at the end of the world. The disadvantage of a dancer: You'll have your body at the end of the world. And you will send signals to yourself. You will send signals to yourself. You'll look in the mirror and say hello world. And nothing will say anything back. Not even you. Susan Sontag I think wrote about the tens of thousand of birds that died at 9/11. In New York they erected a memorial of lights. The lights went high in the sky and interacted with migrating flocks of birds. Ten thousand birds died because of the memorial. So the question is: How do you make art - not after Auschwitz - but IN Auschwitz? Because we are at the gates and work arbeit does nothing for us. Dance, alas, how can I ever make sense? Together we shall see human beings with brains and minds cut out! They can't think! They never could! All they can do is dance! Well, really, is that all? Why for the Sake of God! They're not real now, are they? They dance the reel! They dance the jig! I'll make a pretty picture of this dance! I'll make a map of the Underworld! They have no legs! They don't have arms either! If I could dance - if I could really dance - I wouldn't be doing any of this - why bother? You have your body on your back and your back on your body and that's all you'd need. When you look at the world correctly, on what basis can you do anything at all? Hello I am the world. I don't have anything at al. They don't have brains either! They don't have minds either! This is terrible damage! I am a cheese! Why, WHY? For the love of the Dear Lord! Because it's me! I made them! I'm the Author of the World! The Divine! The Divine Sarah Bernhardt! The Jew! It's True! Really! I will make their interiors! We'll go inside them! You and I, we'll go inside their bellies! We'll wear the Pubic Hair! You'll see! Just wait! You'll see! Bonjour, salaam, shalom, hello! I will kill myself! Why is this night different from all other nights? Because I am here? These are my people! My little people! They run around the room! I play my harmonica for you. A little aire, a tiny aire, surely something you have heard before? Because we can bounce sound around the world like this. But we can't stop trade in rhino horns. Azure struggles with the avatar. The avatar has to avoid the swords. The swords make the avatar angry. Azure writhes in pain. If she moves she will be cut by the swords.The swords are dream sword.s They do not exist in reality. In reality I am home at the moment comfortably seated in front of my computer. And Im working on new exciting software programs called RHINO WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION ABU GHARAYB (fun to play!) Guantanamo Afghanistan North Korea Pakistan United States China This is how I imagine EMPIRE - something in the form of a dream. And if EMPIRE stays a dream then everything then everything will be then everything will be okay. Then everything will be okay. Thank you. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
