Make a Move. Ein online-Briefwechsel
von Maria Gil und Eva Hofer während der letzten 2 Tage Co-Creation Lab Galway / Inis Oirr, Spring 2019
Galway, 3rd of May 2019
EVA:
Dear Maria,
we are back to Galway now. The island was moving in many ways and it is still in my bones and in my dreams. I dreamt about a kangaroo which was jumping out of the.... how do you call that? Out of the stomach? Or of the bodysack? - too early and it died. I woke up because I thought, that I made a weeping sound and that it was probably too loud for my roommate. But everything was ok.
MARIA:
Dear Eva,
when we were at the boat I remember this poem from Rumi:
“You are not a drop in the ocean
You are the entire ocean in a drop”
I felt this was true.
EVA:
My dear Maria,
So now - Travel lodge: when I enter a new hotel room, I look out of the window, I open the Schrank [please translate later], I check the bed and the minibar.
Right now I'm out on the street searching for a place to run. Green on my right - I just cannot enter. I have to solve this problem.
Moving makes me thinking about what moves me. On the island I made a lot of moves. Google told me every morning that I have reached my 10thousand steps, but I still kept on moving. We are used to body moves.
What moves our mind, our thinking, our opinions, our heart? And when would it be wise to not move?
Already lots of words now. Listeneintrag (please translate later) ist zu lang.
Means that I have used up the space. Keep door closed. Fire door. Door opens automatically. Press Green Button. Keep Door Shut. No Exit.
I'm happy to meet you at breakfast table, curious what this day will bring. Cloudy, cold but not much.
MARIA
Dear Eva,
Woke up, open the book of Rebecca Solnit randomly:
“People have always been good at imagining the end of the world, which is much easier to picture, than the strange sidelong paths of change in a world without end.”
EVA
Dear Maria,
Oh. It was hard to find the way back. Didn't reach the lake, but was told to use the staircase as a shortcut back. Next time I should ask before I run. Bye bye and see you. Always yours, Eva
MARIA
Dimitri gave me a poem:
Tu aimais ce bar sur l’avenue Victoria
où un radio FM inconnu
infectait la fumée
de sons tristes.
Il y avait
Une barmaid toute jeune
En jeans rouges,
en pull vert
troué sur les coudes.
Elle,
avec ses yeux d’un bleu parfait,
savait lire
les lignes de ta main.
Les lignes de ta main
lui disaient
que tu es quelqu’un de bien,
gentil et honnête
que tu es prêt à donner
que tu es prêt à accepter
ton cœur à une jeune irlandaise blondasse
le cœur d’une jeune irlandaise blondasse
du petit bar de l’avenue Victoria
Les lignes de ta main
lui chantaient
que tu vivrais longtemps
que tu serais riche
que tu aurais une femme fidèle et magnifique
une seule pour toute ta vie longue et riche
une seule pour toute sa vie longue et irlandaise
Oh pourquoi toutes ces lignes
pourquoi toutes ces mains
pourquoi toutes ces lèvres
lui murmuraient
lui disaient
lui promettaient
autant
Oh pourquoi elle savait les lire
ces lignes de ta main
avec ses yeux d’un bleu parfait
avec ses mains d’une tendresse parfaite
avec ses lèvres d’une douceur parfaite
elle seule
savait les lire
elle seule
savait les comprendre
elle seule
aimait
les lignes de ta main.
EVA:
Dear Maria,
this was what I got from your conversation with Cathal at lunch. You spoke about what a theatermaker needs to work. you where into deep thinking, but deep listening was not possible at this place. So I need to post some surface comments: money, contracts, space, ideas, time, audience, knowledge, materials, love, intelligence, open minds, language, body, passion, lust, techniques, access…
MARIA:
Most of us would say, if asked, that we live in a capitalist society, but vast amounts of how we live our everyday lives – our interactions with an commitments to family lives, friendships, avocations, membership in social, spiritual, and political organizations – are in essence noncapitalist or even anticapitalist, full of things we do for free, out of love, and on principle.
Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced”, said James Baldwin
A toolbox for revolution:
Insert link: https://beautifultrouble.org/
Tactics:
1. Create disruption
2. Debt strike
3. Direct action
4. Electoral guerrilla theatre
5. Flash mob
6. General strike
7. Guerrilla Projection
8. Hoax
9. Invisible theatre
10. Mass street action
11. Occupation
12. Prefigurative intervention
13. Strategic nonviolence
Principles:
Anger works best when you have the moral high ground
Challenge patriarchy as you organize
Choose tactics that support your strategy
Do the media’s work for them
If protest is made illegal, make daily life a protest
Maintain nonviolence visible
Play to the audience that isn’t there
Put your target in a decision dilemma
Shift the spectrum of allies
Show, don’t tell
Simple rules can have great results
Stay on massage
Take leadership from the most impacted
Think narratively
Use the Jedi mind trick
WE ARE ALL LEADERS
Theories:
Action logic
Anti-oppression
Ethical spectacle
Expressive and instrumental actions
Memes
Pillars of support
Points of intervention
Political identity paradox
The propaganda model
Temporary Autonomous Zone
Remember,
If you don't have a strategy, you're part of someone else's strategy. Alvin Toffler*
*American writer, futurist, and businessman known for his works discussing modern technologies, including the digital revolution and the communication revolution, with emphasis on their effects on cultures worldwide.
Goodbye to Galway, walk, 4th of May 2029,9.30 AM
EVA
Walking, as if I would see all this for the last time of my life, dear Maria dear all,
keep fire door closed, press green button to release the door, door opens automatically, two dogs playing with sticks, a lady in black, a green wooden door, a red wooden roof on the top of a shield, a black bird, Japanese knotweed, do not cut, an abandoned shopping trolley on a fresh mowed lawn, vote number one, b call, danger! Deseased river, a bike shet in a back yard, a green, a red, a silver and a black bike, an empty pot, trash on the floor, a tin beer can, a pizza cartoon, do not put in fragile or sharp objects, the sound ö a Supermarkt trolley, a trolleybus, this dinguisher contains afff foam, spray type, a flock of bird's, the colourful windows of a cathedral, fire door, keep door locked, a Pusteblume [translate later] dancing in the wind, the sound of laughter, warm smells coming out of a Chinese giftshop, hop house, the sound of a racing motorcycle, the sound of steps on different underground, a leave floating on the water, wassergrütze the blossoms of a cherry tree,this extinguisher contains co2 carbon dioxide.
Good bye. Love, Eva.
MARIA
Woke up, open the book of Donna J. Haraway randomly:
“It matters what matters we use to think other matters with; it matters what stories we tell to tell other stories with; it matters what knots knot knots, what thoughts think thoughts, what descriptions describe descriptions, what ties tie ties. It matters what stories make worlds, what worlds make stories.”
P.S.: Eva, não te esqueças de me ligares quando chegares a Lisboa. Talvez tenhamos tempo para uma caminhada no Monte da Lua. Beijinhos de uma destra para uma canhota, Maria.
Liebe Maria,
PPS: Touts les direction. Rodrigo fliegt wahrscheinlich gerade nach München. Ivana musste aufstehenund nach Zagreb zu fliegen, als ich gerade in Bett gefallen bin. Nicole, und Dimtri sind wahrscheinlich schon am Gate nach Paris, Yucef sitzt im Flugenhafenbus nach Galway.Hoffentlich hat Sebastien seinen Flug nach Marseille nicht versäumt. ich bin erschrocken, als ich Du im kleinen Cafe aufgetaucht bist, wo ich mit Anne in der Sonne saß, bis unser Bus fährt. Ich dachte du hättest auch den Rückflug nach Lissabon Flug versäumt. Aber es war sehr schön, dich noch einmal zu umarmen. Wo ist Deise? Und ob James noch auf der henparty seiner Schwester feiert? Fairwell.und jetzt im Bus.
für Anne:
Ireland flying bye
on the highway to dublin
annes hair a black torch.
und für Galway:
die irischen bands -
pubs, die nach hopfen duften
die körper tanzen.
lebt wohl und bis bald.
Eva
7. Mai 2019, Kategorien: Out of Graz
