“-I think we have reached a good mixture”
Is that a good moment? Yes, absolutely if preferable conditions rhyme with comfortable, appropriate and recommendable. So what do I propose? Am I so naïve, so naïve that I haven’t comprehended that such assault is open doors and as effective as a communist party in 2010. Totally self-protective and counter productive in respect of any change or differentiation. Isn’t it a bit too easy to accuse every single individual on the planet, not even involved in dance, for being absolutely worthless, void of any guts, having bad hairdos and being ass lickers. Not exactly pro-active or sensitive to reality, and evidently just a matter of being mediocre and jealous. Indeed I think it all fits fairly well with my signature, but then am I going soft in October? Fuck no, I’m so not. I’m gonna go on kickin’ in open doors, being obstinate beyond embarrassment and burnin my boats in all directions. I have no smaller ambitions than to be absolutely abolished.
“-I think we have reached a good mixture”
I like it, the population of good mixture people will obviously support the categorical position cuz it affirms their accuracy, and whatever half crazy artists have of course no impact. So we have really reached a good mixture, and I’m an excellent little topping on the good mixture tart. But fuck, how can it pass without at least a small outcry that somebody proposes a dance performance called “Anarchiv” and that it is presented for a paying audience. Where else would such a title pass? Oh, I know, in that department of black metal music that has renounced Satan. Another embarrassing title: “Are We Here Yet”, Pö-leeze – is that all we can announce after twenty years of activity. Full of tacky images of dramatic moments, enigmatic spaces, bodies and on top of that a collage of minor texts and interviews giving witness to the activities of an amazing individual. I hope Martin Scorsese will make a documentary about you. One thing is for certain you will spend the rest of your life surrounded by people that suck you like vampires and will abandon you the moment you are not reproducing job opportunities, security and a spicy touch.
William Forsythe is not a god, stop being so fuckin fascinated. He just makes dance performances, and they are not necessarily good. Haven’t you fuckin devotees understood that you are doing the guy a bad favor? If you at least told him that this or that was plain bullshit, he’d have to consider – but now, come on, give the dude a hand, stop confirming. Stop being so fuckin fascinated. What is it, really what is it? Tell me, tell me right now what’s so special, what’s so specific? You have no idea, you just like to be amazed, like to be around creative minds.
Somebody tells me, about the last work of I can’t remember the name, “-It was really well done” – Yeah, first of all that’s an insult to the artist. What do you mean, well done – that’s like – announcing that you voted for the liberals because the candidates’ wives were really well dressed. Well done, means superbly packaged indifference. And you know what the person said, before the well done sentence, that he wasn’t sure about the content. I guess you also take an interest in good wine. You fuckin hobby sommelier.
Somebody announcing himself as a gourmet, get the fuck out. Those people are value conservative liberals with a bad breath. They preach good mixture, and address their wives with a well-balanced chauvinism. They are bad in bed and are happy when others experiment but prefer mod culture.
Well done, my ass. You have designer chairs in your too small kitchen.
“-I think we have reached a good mixture” – no no, hold it some more ranting about fascination.
In the studio, the dancer being grateful for being allowed to work with the elevated choreographer – – you know, of course those dancers or whatever position that they take obviously appreciate the work for totally the wrong reasons, usually because it’s classical references and for the joy of dance – – fascinated. Curious about everything the choreographer says, amazed about every detail. Oh, that’s disgusting: “-He has such an eye for detail” or “-It is really in the details that his genius can be felt.” Or – Gööööööö – this one “-Yes, but you know if you haven’t worked with him in the studio…” Don’t be so fuckin fascinated.
One more thing, everything that touches on chaos theory, abandon ship! Chaos theory is for fascinated people, it’s like the chemistry box for eight-year-olds, or like for people that think it’s exciting to visit the attic and all those mystical things. Chaos theory is for people that prefer no solution and business as usual.
“-I think we have reached a good mixture” – that’s what the dramaturge working with the fascinating choreographer proposes. Get rid of your dramaturges, they work for the dark side. And if they ever propose a text by Foucault regret that you ever hired the person. Rid yourself of the dramaturges, they just want a job. Look, the manager is at least honest about it: if you don’t make money the manager, your producer will simply leave, immigrate to another continent. But the dramaturge he is a fuckin snake. Do you think he works with you because of your work. No way, he or she works for you because you provide fame and a place in the sun. The dramaturge is a dramaturge because he or she has nowhere else to go.
It is time for dance to emancipate itself from the stuck up minds of dramaturges and let the body lead the way. Dramaturgy is a fundamentally discursive practice that disregards the body and its movements. It is time that we release the body from it’s hostage situation. We have to free the body from the kidnap drama before it starts to develop some Stockholm syndrome, starting to defend the dramaturge. Only if we let go of our dependence to the dramaturge, only if we realize that they are snakes that feed on our practices, only when we acknowledge that the dramaturge is a double agent hired by the local venue or the art council can we bring dance into the future. The dramaturge is somebody who once read Patrick Suskind and denies it today, somebody who promotes coherence.
“I think we have reached a good mixture”
I’m happy, and I am announcing myself as the spokes-person for good mixture. But dancers, choreographers, laborers in dance and choreography, promise me one thing: make your own good mixture. Stop being fascinated, relying on the dramaturge or chaos theory. Stop making dance theatre, stop talking on stage, stop using theatre tricks, stop expressing happiness, don’t trust the effects proposed by deconstruction. You are the ones that make it happen, so make your own good mixture and fuck em all.