marking the spot, appears safe
damaged
today, this day marks the moment where I stop for a moment
I was asked to stop, accused of an intellectual conservatism
Pfff...I was only thinking or just another transmission that I received from a dream I will have tonight
Tonight, painful, a traumatism or a beating...in my chest because I was asked to stop.
But I did not feel a thing, I was reading and then I was reading again into something
It came after the impact from watching. fast then slow. Then unaware of what was happening. Just words.
Just reading, passively entertaining or openly judging
Today that day that was then was the moment when I was asked to practise a part of history I hadn't known, so i felt stupid, but confident
Today that day then was actually the moment when we all began to walk, not again, but for the first time. We walked, together. Tomorrow they will be liberals then they will be fascists and then they will understand why we are going somewhere.
Death Scene/Fuck Scene: An Armchair Nostalgia (in progress)
"Thank you for coming to my party."
Excerpt: "My name is Matthew Nicholas and as most of you know I am an artist...I am an Artist. I write WHITE, HETEROSEXUAL, MALE, MIDDLE CLASS performance based artworks...Thank you." (And everyone sings) All I can ever be All I can ever be All I can ever be All I can ever be All I can ever be All I can ever be...
How often does death become part of our situation?
Time, time.
Time off
time for?
time does not stand... still
Capital
Time
Home
Direction
Vacate
Destined!
the frothiness of this new wave of thought
Gross, gross-motory
demarcate
existence
Falsify! Classify! Codify! and shut up
Central Time Zone
make me make you, design
Playing with guns and fear...I did this over the summer with someone I trust.
Explode
Implode and make new
Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy!
with no money back
guaranteed life support
Who elected John Wayne Gacy the 45th President of the United States of America...Who did that?!
the cable company? the super market? the post office? me?...me?...me?...me?
The FingerLicker (2011)
New Lessons on Growing Up and Love Letters Never Written...Again (2011)
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This time with a lot more glitter, a one dimensional chair, and Dolly Parton's voice. I remember building a chair as big as I could possibly build to sit atop the biggest thing I could, to see everything that I had forgotten. It was safe and I was complacent and I needed to be safe. I sat I looked and I said happy birthday, happy birthday death, happy birthday now and here, happy birthday. I sat atop the chair to find the impossibility of possibly pondering a statement posed as a question posed as a a statement, Act without hope, what did this mean for me, you, and the things we never were. Happy Birthday. we celebrate that disgustingly beautiful thing that has been created , it is life and death made into a sandwich and then we play with it. It is a moment dedicated to the monument of lives and a celebration of our deaths. Happy Birthday. It is a way to look into the past as well as into the future. It is a time and place where we think about the things we will never do or be capable of doing. It is life and death made into a cake and then we set it on fire. In order for one to properly situate themselves in a place, they must adjust, let us adjust and we can then reveal what we are not to see what we are. This is an invitation for all to dwell in the quietness of despair as we forget how an infant smiles. (Yell this part and say faster) All the birthday men fall from the sky remember all of birthday men falling from the sky on that day at that moment, now forget Watch them fall remember the atmosphere and the presence the shape the sound (Say this part softer and slower) Do you remember them falling like this, or like this, or like this Remember growing up Remember growing old while still young Remember buying memories Remember gift wrapping them and giving them to your friends and loved ones Remember forgetting that The most inspiring thing I have read lately. act without hope Imagine one million pink pigs in a massive trench chanting at surprise and horror Imagine thousands of people flooding the streets against a swaying curtain of helmets and clubs demanding and demanding more Imagine a single boy floating swiftly downward from a bridge only to splash into meaninglessness as thousands of parents and their children pointed their fingers at him And happy birthday again and again Happy Birthday Imagine that they all look the same from up here from up on the chair the seated place of complacent intellect. And happy birthday again and again The phenomenoa of being here feeling this question lurk and dwell inside your chest and dance softly like a ballerina then charge like a rabid coyote and just before it mauls your head it bursts into ash and out of that ash is a dragon fly that buzzes awkwardly away. Do you remember them falling like this or like this or like this? |
The Set Up, Nicholas & Warner (2009)
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| A spectacle based and site specific performance in Chicago's Wrigleyville. The characters attempt to move a building with human will power set to a droning theme song |
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