Brief Notes on the Performance Untied Tales - The Vanished Power of the Usual Reign March 15 2016 - Arsénale October 27-31, 2015- Théatre La Chapelle
Brief Notes on the Performance Untied Tales - The Vanished Power of the Usual Reign March 15 2016 - Arsenale, October 27-31, 2015 - Théatre La Chapelle
“This piece, as poetic as dark, unfolds like a defeated tale. It addresses the meeting of the other and of his great suffering and great wonders. A hallucinogenic world where one is never as alone as he think and where what the eyes do not see, exists. A constant sense of urgency. Hands up, for the trance, for the drum, yes, for it leads us to our final destination … where we know we’ll know nothing. “
Clara Furey/ Peter Jasko
Thus there exists a body that is not the one that you see in the world, but rather an invisible originary body that is identified with what I am, that walks, that strikes, that accomplishes all my actions…For it is this primitive knowledge (of the hand itself) (and not what it touches) that enables me to move it….The essence of this originary corporeity is life…”
Michel Henry
“Build a fort, set it on fire!”
Jean Michel Basquiat
(Spoiler Alert)
It starts with a not so enchanted forest. Two bodies. A vast but limited expanse. Collide, fall, collide fall, glue to me, you to me, glue, glue, glue you glue me, i glue (to) you.
To fall is to learn they say, to fall is to learn they say, fall, walk, fall walk “deborder deborder” two bodies. She is strong. Wait, they start together. They are curled up together (“coller”) Ineffable - the true silence at the beginning of forests. SHHHHHH. No it is not imposed. But somehow you know to shhhh, the shhhhh is there.
They come out of their sleep like two pharaohs… Do not say, don’t breathe- just watch.Their curling out is snail- like effervescently shhhh. The nice glides of one body into another. Curled like two sides, two things curled into each other. Yes you into me, me into you. Ok let’s unfurl together, Let’s see the “world” together. Let’s uncurl. Let’s stay in each other. Let's move slowly out of each other (after love) after the love. You,me curled into you, me. Spooning people call it , one curled into the other like The Eternal Lovers of Valdaro- “the two 6000 year old skeletons interred facing each other with arms around each other, thus reminiscent of a lover’s embrace.
Becket says -“two white bodies, each in its semicircle” /“the white ground into two semicircles” Two crescent moons…A complementarity between two bodies -‘I am so happy they start this way’.
And then there is (always is) (the game of) Hanged, be hanged, hanged be hanged, hanged be hanged… let’s play hang man …The Lovers of Valdaro, the skeleton couple stuck in an eternal embrace: ‘Le flambeau que je portes, le flambeau qu tu portes- nos flambeaux” (they might say).
A junkie couple navigating the spheres together. Under the skin- inserted under the skin- both. Boes and Lena. Disappearing into each other. “No trace anywhere of life” (Beckett) you say, pah, no difficulty there, imagination not dead yet, yes, dead, good, imagination dead imagine. Islands, waters, azure, verdure, one glimpse …Till all white in the whiteness the rotunda. No way in, go in, measure.“ (Beckett)
Then the two will go measure their surrounding. They will: ‘Press the wall’. Bowing, forced bowing (the two ) forced to the usual power. Her at wall, him at floor. The horizontal, the vertical. She seems stronger. Hands up like Paul Klee’s Angelus Novus. Punch self. Put your whole mouth around/ on his face. Suckle him.
New signs, new ideograms. We are children of god, after all but stuck in these Untied Tales. Not so much stuck but at times gliding through them. Turn into each other. Blow onto each other. Be onto each other. ‘Build a house‘. Build it together. Drag her she has fallen. Make the home. “The tonics of wildness” (Walden) Carrying him, their (our) smile. Signs taken for wonder. ‘Epuiser’ (exhausted). Both ‘epuiser’ (exhausted).
Now: Erase the lines of this house, set it adrift. “Built a house, set it on fire.” ‘That is softer. Just simply blow on the house you have built and watch it float away. But you can float with it also. ‘You two, yeah you two.’ Yeah I’m talking to you. (Deniro)’
‘My god will we end up as such a conventional couple.’ ‘We can be like the "Lovers of Valdaro’, like the ‘Lovers of Valdaro’. "By the way, this is how we started - that is after we lied down curling together, into each other, spooning into each other. (‘la cuilliere’).
Wind bringing you down, then. Lying on the ground "two white bodies, each in its semicircle” (Beckett). The glory of two bodies. The eternal shining of the spotless mind. Ultimately (it is) an enchanted forest, it is all in a forest after all. We are “untied tales” in a forest after all! Untied tales! This is how we started.
And finally the silence of building upon the invisible, the ‘contourning’ ‘getting around it’/ moving beyond / testing (the limits of the “usual reign”). For we change, but we must ultimately stay where we are to see where we are going - these are the fugitive movements to be here and there- that is not the question.
It is the ontology of how/where/ how (not what) we go.The usual reign (of power and its relations) will fade.
We must move into to borders of where we are.Splicing, extending, and stopping until we get there again - until we get there again.
Until we get there where we are -(in) “the vanished power of the usual reign”, yeah that is it, -(in) “the vanished power of the usual reign”.
Clara Furey Interview: This piece lives around the principle that what the eyes don’t see still exists. It’s a piece where we’ve stripped down layers and layers of wild distress. This piece, like an onion, is a simple yet very dense object, where the sound is sensorial and the lights revealing what it chooses—when it chooses. Another quote that we found very useful to imagine the set of the piece was one of Rumi’s: “The Absolute works with nothing. The workshop, the materials are what does not exist.”
