What about performance, Herr Wittgenstein?

ahhhh performance:

that momentary manifestation

of personal timing

and eccentric personality

that occurs while dealing

with materials of choice

(voice, text, the musical thought, gramophone records, 2 horses)

lives in the territory of surprise,

in the landscape of possibilities —

an architecture of individuality

a helix of memories

always just diving

into

or

emerging

from a pool of

chaos.

this act

is never pure.

it is

composed/conjured

considered/confused

created/corrupted

like the rest of life

a fairy tale:  $%^&%^(=)*&^%!++_)++ ^^

 

Structures and frameworks

act as diving boards:

mixing memory materials (2 maidens, some lilies, the score)

(pure)mutations gain an unpredictable momentum & shape.

(Ha! Compositional desire?)

In these small, pictorial internal relations

of the foamy universe bubbles attaching speech and action

an essence lives — the structure is!

the proposition is the proposition is the proposition is  …..

so

why can’t we simply speak simply about performance?