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?