plaisir: Tableau Vivant
13/01/2016 § Σχολιάστε
Of The Delirium Constructions – Skylight One Hanson, 2011
Two years in the making, on May 23rd and 24th of 2011, Sarah Small and collaborators mounted a 120-participant Tableau at the former Williamsburg Savings Bank, now known as Skylight One Hanson. Chosen as one of Time Out New York’s Top Critic’s Picks, and listed in the New York Times, Flavorpill and more, this performance had the attention of many, long before the cast took the stage. Maintaining it’s roots in her still photography series, The Delirium Constructions, and already the most ambitious project of her career, in 2011, for the first time, Small explored, within the Tableau Vivant, a specific social phenomenon: the ritual of marriage. With its airs of pageantry and religious rectitude, wedding ceremonies celebrate the most intimate joining of two individuals in the most public sphere, providing rich fodder for examination within the project’s framework. On the evenings of May 23rd and 24th, Small acted as the legal officiant for three couples (two weddings and a vow renewal ceremony), as she simultaneously directed the attendant Tableau Vivant cast in their own explorations of the theme, mingling performance art with reality in a compelling cocktail.
Small and collaborators received a stellar review from The New York Times and were featured on both the front and back covers of the Sunday Art section of the The Washington Post. Among many others, the event had press in attendance from both local and international media, including Italy’s Virgin TV.
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Ωδή: Καραγκούνα
29/10/2015 § Σχολιάστε
Γιάννης Μπουτάρης, δήμαρχος
Άιντε, κάντε πέρα να περάσω, (3)
άιντε, τον χορό σας μη χαλάσω.
ΕΠΩΔΟΣ = ΡΕΦΡΑΙΝ
Κι αμ πως ‘δα, και αμ τι ‘δα,
στο παραθύρι σ’ είδα,
κι αμ πως ‘δα, και αμ τι ‘δα,
την προκοπή σ’ την είδα.(2)
Άιντε, Καραγκού-, μωρ’ -γκούνα, Καραγκούνα,
άιντε, δε σου πρέ-, σου πρέπουν τα σεγκούνια.(2)
Άντε, να πουλή-, πουλήσω τα κατσίκια,
άιντε, να σου πά-, σου πάρω σκουλαρίκια.(2)
Άιντε, να πουλή-, πουλήσω και τα γίδια,
άιντε να σου πά-, σου πάρω δαχτυλίδια.
Άιντε, να πουλή-, πουλήσω και τη στάνη,
άιντε να σου πά-, σου πάρω ένα φουστάνι.(2)
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I wonder what they meant when they said Repent Repent
27/10/2015 § Σχολιάστε
Plaisir: Leonard Cohen
«The Future»
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it’s lonely here,
there’s no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that’s an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that’s left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I’ve seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won’t be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
You don’t know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I’m the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I’ve seen the nations rise and fall
I’ve heard their stories, heard them all
but love’s the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It’s over, it ain’t going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil’s riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder
Things are going to slide …
There’ll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There’ll be phantoms
There’ll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You’ll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin’ to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin’
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don’t like children anyhow
I’ve seen the future, baby:
it is murder
Things are going to slide …
When they said REPENT REPENT …
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πρώτα οι φίλοι
05/07/2015 § Σχολιάστε
Georges Brassens: Les Copains D’Abord
Non, ce n’était pas le radeau
De la Méduse, ce bateau,
Qu’on se le dis’ au fond des ports,
Dis’ au fond des ports,
Il naviguait en pèr’ peinard
Sur la grand-mare des canards,
Et s’app’lait les Copains d’abord
Les Copains d’abord.
Ses fluctuat nec mergitur
C’était pas d’la litteratur’,
N’en déplaise aux jeteurs de sort,
Aux jeteurs de sort,
Son capitaine et ses mat’lots
N’étaient pas des enfants d’salauds,
Mais des amis franco de port,
Des copains d’abord.
C’étaient pas des amis de lux’,
Des petits Castor et Pollux,
Des gens de Sodome et Gomorrh’,
Sodome et Gomorrh’,
C’étaient pas des amis choisis
Par Montaigne et La Boeti’,
Sur le ventre ils se tapaient fort,
Les copains d’abord.
C’étaient pas des anges non plus,
L’Evangile, ils l’avaient pas lu,
Mais ils s’aimaient tout’s voil’s dehors,
Tout’s voil’s dehors,
Jean, Pierre, Paul et compagnie,
C’était leur seule litanie
Leur Credo, leur Confitéor,
Aux copains d’abord.
Au moindre coup de Trafalgar,
C’est l’amitié qui prenait l’quart,
C’est elle qui leur montrait le nord,
Leur montrait le nord.
Et quand ils étaient en détresse,
Qu’leur bras lancaient des S.O.S.,
On aurait dit les sémaphores,
Les copains d’abord.
Au rendez-vous des bons copains,
Y’avait pas souvent de lapins,
Quand l’un d’entre eux manquait a bord,
C’est qu’il était mort.
Oui, mais jamais, au grand jamais,
Son trou dans l’eau n’se refermait,
Cent ans après, coquin de sort !
Il manquait encor.
Des bateaux j’en ai pris beaucoup,
Mais le seul qui’ait tenu le coup,
Qui n’ai jamais viré de bord,
Mais viré de bord,
Naviguait en père peinard
Sur la grand-mare des canards,
Et s’app’lait les Copains d’abord
Les Copains d’abord.
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