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The Gift of Disaster

This morning I received an email from Greek theatre director Elli Papakonstantinou. While sheltering on an island, she wrote a manifesto, “Theatre of Seclusion,” and has been working on a version of Antigone for online platforms. She invited me to join a broadcast of her piece. Of course, I will oblige. In a great triumph of digital capitalism, all social interactions have been fully mediatized. Last week, we had a zoom hang-out with a group of friends. We sat in front of our computers and phones for a couple of hours, chatting with drinks in our hands. And then, when I saw some of them in person, we stayed a few yards from each other, raising our arms as if to embrace each other, and hugging the air instead. It felt more awkward than “clinking” with our wine glasses over zoom.

After almost three weeks of “sheltering in place,” I noticed that an entire layer of language has been sliced off from my life. The texture of language consists not only of words, but of touches, gestures, bodily postures, smells, ambiance, and even the weather. Language is much more than chains of signs consisting of signifiers and signifieds. If language is not just a system of linguistic signs, then its purpose can’t be just communication. The image of a smaller stage within a stage reminds me of the argument that language is not merely an instrument for the exchange of thoughts. Jean-François Lyotard observed that the theory of language as a means of communication implies “that there are persons who exist independently of language and use it as pilots use their airplanes. Language would be the plane and then there would be someone to pilot it. But we do not control language.” If we don’t pilot language, we don’t pilot performance either. The impossibilization of performance as a form of public communication makes possible, or rather enables and activates, an important function of performance which knows nothing about communication, and couldn’t care less about it. It is not the performance of pilots, but of poets and mystics, and of all of us when we talk to ourselves as we cook, walk, daydream… Language as a non-instrument seems to me the smallest possible performance stage we can claim. Once we get there and make ourselves comfortable, we discover that it is also the largest possible stage.

If the pandemic is a deep disturbance of language, that is not only because its expansive, non-semiotic dimension has been annihilated, but also because its projective nature has been cut off in one fell swoop. Matthew’s strategic use of the word “disaster” speaks of this loss. There is nothing spectacular about this epidemic. Deserted streets of Menlo Park, CA, which are these days even deader than usual, remind me of Maurice Blanchot’s thought of “the calm of disaster” as “the annihilation of noon.” Like Matthew and Lin, I cancelled all of my plans for the next few months, and who knows, maybe for even longer. I miss my plans. They informed the way I think and speak. Again, Blanchot: “To think the disaster […] is to have no longer any future in which to think it.” All of a sudden, the future tense is becoming much more conditional than it ever was. The construction of sentences no longer requires “will” and “shall,” but also “if” and “when.” The conditional tense is just an excuse for thinking about the future, because we can’t. Without even noticing, I am beginning to practice a temporal askesis which is keeping me not only within the four walls of my home, but also in the imperceptible confines of the present. And the moment we realize that we are no longer the pilots of our life but the prisoners of the present, that’s when the plague strikes. Now I finally begin to glimpse the full proportions of Artaud’s words I have read and repeated so many times, about theatre being born when “the dregs of the population” start performing acts “without use or profit.” Performance is the acceptance of the gift of disaster.

Works Cited:

Artaud, Antonin. 1958. The Theater and Its Double. New York: Grove Press.

Blanchot, Maurice. 1995. The Writing of Disaster. Lincoln: University of Nebraska Press.

Lyotard, Jean-François. 1992. “That which Resists, After All, an Interview with Gilbert Larochelle.” Philosophy Today (Winter): 402-4017.

March 18, 2020

Chicago

Performance as we know it and as we need it has always had an element of the impossible. That element has become more prominent.

Like many people, we had grand plans a few days ago. We planned to fly to Rijeka, Croatia, in May to continue work on Aquarium, our large-scale performance project in collaboration with Helsinki-based artist Essi Kausalainen. We have nearly completed its composition, in advance of its scheduled premier in November. We planned to present a lecture/performance in August in Turku, Finland – a version of the event pictured below that we held in Fullerton Hall at the Art Institute of Chicago on February 14th – featuring guest reader Sherae Rimpsey, and Essi’s costumes that transform performers into particular sea creatures, endangered and charismatic: Elise Cowin as Eyelash Seaweed and Bryan Saner as Lesser Electric Ray.

We planned to perform Scarecrow at the University of Surrey in London in September. Now, like so many people, as we wait to learn the future of all of our plans, we turn our attention to matters of care, of service in whatever way we can, and of health, physical and mental.

Our work has always adhered to certain guiding creative principles. One of these proposes that every stage as we find it, no matter how small, requires a smaller stage within it. Reduce the field in order to claim it as your own, to specify and situate yourself as a figure within it, to make the resistive terrain more manageable. If the setting strikes you as too small for your work, shrink it even more. In this way we have always considered the impossibilization of performance a necessity, a tactic of escape to the inside. As a practicality, the impossible reveals how even the most intractable problem arrives with its own set of strange, renewing possibilities.

In one generative case, back in May 2019, we made a performance called –recline somberly like fallen heroes–. We created it with and for Millie Kapp and Matt Shalzi, and presented it at Regards, the Chicago gallery, in response to a suite of paintings by Matthew Metzger. We built a raised platform, the largest the gallery could hold, with a surface of 5.5 feet by 11 feet. As preparation for that work, Lin Hixson, the director of Every house has a door, composed a poem titled 12 Choreographic Couplets, a list of impossible directives for the dancers to actualize on that tiny stage. Here is an excerpt:

Remove a tear from my face.
Put it back.


Flee and let out a yelp.
Come back home.


A swallow lands on the bridge of your nose
Then sets sail.

Now the principle of impossibility takes on more urgency, and brings to mind once again Gilles Deleuze’s famous phrase about ethics: that we may find ourselves not “unworthy of what happens to us.” What creative channels reveal themselves now in this season of the new impossible? In this time and space of hyperimpossibilization, where do we locate the live? I began writing this a few weeks ago, in a different world, as a simple update on our activities and plans. Now it arrives in this unexpected form, but at the expected time, in early April – that is, now – coincident with the disaster. Can we compose a performance that sails to you across a virtual arc, like these words, with the harp vibration of a telegraph, and no risk of contagion? How do we shrink this microscopic stage?

If distancing always affirms that which it distances, then social distancing affirms the social – my bond to my nearest neighbor, across the divide. In this zone of isolation, how do we gather? We find our way as we find ourselves, flung apart, groping in the new twilight, signaling across the expanse. How do we prepare for the day when we will re-enter, dancing through the eye of a needle, the vast evacuated theatre?

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