Forbid showings! They are a menace and nothing but a grey day. Stop them, they are like Prozac – they make you happy for the wrong reason. Stop them, they are calls for help – “-I don’t know what to do now, help me? Offer me a solution.”
A choreographer explains, what we will experience is the result of a weeks work. Stop this apologetic bullshit, at least keep up a good face. Do you apologize before a one-night stand, too?
A choreographer says, “-Great if you come. It’s gonna be rough but I’m really interested in what you think.” Stop that, what rough? Do you also apologize before burring your nails in your lovers back?
Come on, don’t do this to yourself – showings are like going out clubbing making out with a bunch of – both men and women – finally going home alone masturbating to lesbian porn.
Showings are your contribution to the prevailing power distribution. Your showing is a means for other choreographers, programmers and education directors to make sure you are not doing something inappropriate, that you don’t jeopardize power centers or shake some things identity.
Showings are your contribution to the immobilization of dance, showings is like pacifism without arms.
Very promising but basically a laugh.
No I’m not proposing the prevalence of premieres, that’d be a reindustrialization of theatre as a classical commodity.
No I’m not proposing some neo-liberal version of the emancipated spectator, that’d just be a call for be more your self.
Don’t be proud, for gods sake don’t be proud. Fuck showings – SHOW OFF – and if you’re anyways taking somebody home for the night the nails trick is not enough. Holding back is so 00’s it’s time to put our your diabolic self. Suffering is the new amazipation.