MY LOVE FOR
YOU WILL NEVER DIE
Project by
K I N K A L E R I
production Festival di Santarcangelo,
Teatro Studio di Scandicci, Kinkaleri
in collaboration with Xing - Link Project
Perform - Bologna, CRT - Milano
supported by Ministero per i Beni e le
Attività Culturali - Dipartimento dello spettacolo, Comune di Firenze.
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| : the place of evidence of unforgettable
acts, arriving, staying, nodding, yawning, glancing, whispering, smiling,
sighing, sleeping. A place appointed for the quest that empties the objects
out and puts its trust in the sweet surface with an attitude of plain
connection of acts, no patrolling or reconnaissance, an unsettled volume
without a reference that cannot leave a mark of itself but its own emptiness.
A space cleared out of the fine appearance, delivered from that shining
glorification of beauty that obliterates the right to hazard. A calm and
very tender foreign land is the relation of the spectator witnessing the
performance; a tenderness to relieve the sense and the dread of such foreign
land: like an eye receiving from the outside and displaying inflexibly,
as the hidden life developing in a Turkish bath where the fog and the
heat welcome bodies bending their heads and thinking of themselves, a
drop making its way slowly from the chin to the neck, to the chest, then
collapsing to the ground. The eyes do not get beyond anymore, they get
caught by the millimetric detail, and they give up their duty to an inexhaustible
astonishment where things just show themselves. To see becomes to know
of being seen by things. Time becom es a different time, the time of the
eyes and the time of each thing, of their crossing one another and of
their mutual return to themselves. The very eyes of the spectator: the
distance that gauges, does not part and protects, it creates an unknown
intimacy that is a wreck. What is being hidden is the evidence of wanting
to show the single act as an abject of itself: the very tender vanity
of becoming. The body as a carrier of itself, lifelike in the presence
not destroyed by each obligation of being, though just hinted at, gets
to an essentiality where every thickening of the ego has been consumed
with a density bearing lightness and attraction: the wonderful artlessness
of the opening. To make oneself invisible and check the validity of the
contemporary experience of feeling, aware of setting oneself at the limit
of the well-known fields. A performance dedicated to nobody in particular
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