For June 1st:
Think about what is missing from the material we have generated thus far. What would you add to it?
Choose one from the following two directives:
1) Bring in a rock star action. Look for video of a pop star or lead singer of some variety (preferably someone who performs without an instrument), observe a dance move or gesture that you would like to copy. Learn to perform it and make a written description of it. You will present the description and demonstrate the move on Tuesday.
2) Compose an homage to a person who is dead. This could be someone you knew or someone who is famous and you know something about. Your homage should be performable and can be a monument, a speech, an action, a song, or a tableau.
for May 26th
Assignment to bring on the first day: Wednesday May 26th, 2010; workshop day begins at 10am at the Hexagon.
Please generate material in response to one of the following directives and be prepared to perform it to the group on Wednesday morning.
1. Bring in a 2-minute performative act demonstrating a law (pick one)
– of nature
– of physics
– of performance
– of society
– of art
– of the state
2. Respond to the ideas in the following poem by Anna Akhmatova with a 1-minute performative act (you may need to research the story of Lot’s wife (it’s from the Book of Genesis in the bible) or the perils of looking back, or salt, or pillars of salt . . . ). Here’s the poem translated from Russian by Judith Henschmeyer:
Lot’s wife looked back from behind him
and became a pillar of salt.
Book of Genesis
And the righteous man followed the envoy of God.
Huge and bright, over the black mountain.
But anguish spoke loudly to his wife:
It is not too late, you can still gaze
At the red towers of your native Sodom.
At the square where you sang, at the courtyard where you spun.
At the empty windows of the tall house
Where you bore children to your beloved husband.
She glanced, and, paralyzed by deadly pain.
Her eyes no longer saw anything;
And her body became transparent salt
And her quick feet were rooted to the spot.
Who will weep for this woman?
Isn’t her death the least significant?
But my heart will never forget the one
Who gave her life for a single glance.
February 24, 1924