and/or next beep beep was originally performed in the Goleb artist-in-residence studio -- a live/work space where I resided for three months. As a form of "open studio," the decision was made to invite an audience into this intimate space of production to expose the closely related practices of performance and everyday life. The text, read aloud while moving through the space, was representative of the day-to-day processing of what I consider to be my "daily residuals." A veritable cut-up of partial poems, unfinished beginnings, snippets of conversations, overheard fragments, fever dreams and meditations, unsent letters, bookmarks, etc.
The performance allowed others into this vulnerable state of becoming and welcomed them into the physical space in which this occurs. Aligned with contemporary life, the studio can be wrought with feelings of alienation and isolation but ultimately it exists for these crucial moments of sharing and witnessing the development of one's own personal, political, poetic voice in space.
How does it feel to know that this is not the place? And to not know where next you'll be and/or where next you'll want to go and/or how you will get there and/or where will the money come from? Next? Beep beep. Your total is. Next? Beep beep. Your total is. Next? Beep beep. And then you move your stuff again.
I gave it all the way. I gave it all away.
I will eventually will have to do my laundry. I will eventually will have to do the dishes too. More times most probably than I'd like to.
Television sucks! Me in. That too I will do.
I shall I shall
I shat I shall
I shall shat shit for dinner.
(excerpt from and/or next beep beep performance @ Goleb, Amsterdam 2010)
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