streaming the forsythe company performance of ‘three atmospherics’ at dublin dance festival, abbey theatre 17 april 2008
(i only started writing in the lull after first atmospheric)
heavy breathing mob rule primate law one on one on one on two on on on you’d want to be fit hard work crashing over and over again into each other popping eye poppin’ mind poppin’ out in limbs jerky spasm fibrillating and gyrating and i’m sure we could rhyme some more part one is over what’s the score? dance 1 dead nil. word by word you were saying … they’re talking now but still ghosts of perspiration and heavy sweat are chaolising around the dance floor. screaming piecemeal shrapnel story fragments in tongues cut bleeding leaking lingua dialect crumbling and splitting spitting meaning across international peace-keeping lines
overlay patterns to build a model overly ever a partial view according to observer theory perceptions processed by epistemology and conditioned by technology, including our body, or whatever comes to hand
slowly emerging, an uberdramaturgy
lights on must go to work where is my voice (funny ha ha) someone talk to me (inconsequential)
it’s obvious
there’s a big story here but we only want to make a small point