Modify the material. Sunday at Disney. Over-the-top parfait licked ice ball coulis Kool-Aid lacto-lime. Fun in the afternoon. Desire desiring to play a dose of oneself. Banana bonus licked one after another.
Then, time for schizes. Heads bumping. Split brain. Out of stock. Possession is delayed. Ouija is mashed up, Houdini tied up. We move forward, with helmets.
Schizes on the sundae. Words bumping, mouth appetizer. Three body-tapas: blasé monks, stuttering cannibals, his wife, among others.
They agree to say it. Only words are solid. But, maybe…
P.S.: it might in fact be a dance performance.
The process involves a few impossibilities: to create a choreography of words, to use speach as movement, gathering a group of people inside one body. Finding a place beyond the sundae (the total pleasure experience, if you will). To be buried alive while laughing.
Using original audio devices, we seek to reshape and spatialize language, the have characters appear and disappear inside the bodies via voice irruptions and sound shiftings. We are attempting to render audible and tangible that which speaks inside” of us, that which haunts the silence, that which, before the promise of pleasure, is rushing at our doors.
There is no logic other than to see though repetition how a body teaches itself to stop wanting. Or stop wanting to want.
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