Mnemosyne Atlas

But first things first:

1) adLibdances @ Laborgras

On Friday the 11th of June at 18.00, LaborGras will host a dance performance by adLibdances / Kat Válastur featuring our dear friend Ligia Manuela Lewis. From what we’ve heard this work is really beautiful and inspiring, so we urge you to make it there. The entrance is free.

2) TAMTAMTAM Undercover

After that, the same Friday on the 11th of June at 22.30 we invite you to TAMTAMTAM Undercover, which will take place at Dmitry’s studio at Kunstfabrik.

The thing about this TAMTAMTAM is that we have a smaller space and a special situation with the entrance that is always closed (not our fault). So we decided to use this opportunity to do something a bit more intimate and to get to know you better. If you’d like to come, please, send back an e-mail shortly introducing yourself to info at playberlin dot com (if we don’t know each other personally) and I’ll send you back the invitation, the exact location, and the times when we’ll open the door.

We’ll have Johannes Wengel sharing his latest music raritaeten, as well as a special guest from France – Perrine en Morceaux – who will perform live her solo set of which she herself says: “I sing ways of saying over loops of music. I wonder and experiment with what pop can possibly mean, using 1 body, 2 machines and 3 mics. I dream of songs as relational viruses.”

3) The New O Tannenbaum Location

The next day, on Saturday the 12th of June, our friends O Tannebaum are opening their new location on Sonnenallee 27 (close to Hermannplatz u-bahn). We are very excited about this new space as they’ll be showing great films, host amazing music events, serve nice strong Belgian beers, and, of course, DJ themselves. So, check out their website for more information and come on the 12th to celebrate with them.

4) T3 Lab – Share Your Practice

Finally, after a long marathon of art, music, and entertainment we invite you to come to our T3 Lab, which will be hosted at my studio on Sunday the 13th of June at 22.00. We’ve been doing it since March and the main idea is that people are invited to share their practice followed by a Q&A / feedback session. We have artists showing their works in progress, talking about their process, giving workshops, discussions, etc.

This time it will be me presenting network analysis of texts and how networks can be used to create nonlinear associative narratives in a performative context. To get an idea, check out ThisIsLike blog where you can see some of my posts on this topic. If you’d like to come, please, reply to this e-mail, as the number of spaces are limited.

Thank you for your attention!

This are some Berlin “Snap Shots” of the past 2 months, mainly taken at Playberlin events or related activities…maybe you will find yourself in one of these

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Special Rider – First Song

It was you who brought this trouble
with the way your right hand lead;
you could have had a quiet life
but for the burning in your head.

I saw you on the mountain,
I saw you coming down -
rolling like an avalanche
onto a helpless town.

I stood there like an idiot
with a steel bit in my mouth,
the sky blackened by every bird
moving south.

Down on the waterfront
there is a ship of fools
delivering a shapeless mass
and a bag of tools.

It sailed in on a Tuesday
it was raining on the docks
that was the day that crazy Murphy escaped
by chewing through his locks.

A noble dog had lost its head
and bit its master’s hand
who leapt back and struck the hourglass
spilling out the sand.

It’s not time to look back on fields
of burnt-up aching clay -
they’ll get you in a second
if they see you turned that way.

You wandered through the meadows
I had known as a child.
The wind caught your flowing hair
and your eyes were burning wild.

I don’t remember where it was
you finally left me behind,
maybe down by the old canal
where the swans made a rag out of my mind

To clean up this awful mess
of sticks and mud and tar
and the black streaks on the window
that cover up my lucky star.

The ship of fools sailed away
but left the fools behind.
They married with the sick and weak,
the lovelorn and the blind.

Their children were all sorcerers
and alchemists of gold
from the steam of their cooking
you learned the stories that you told -

The stories that you told to me
in the breaking dawn,
the ones that made me love you
and that keep me driving on.

They dragged your body through the streets -
fingers in your golden hair.
Swing low, sweet blade!
leave no one standing here.

I know it’s not the first time
and that you’ve been dead before -
blinded by transfiguration
shifting at your core.

If feel your spirit with me now
like a blood-light in my brains,
no electricity or sunlight
along these darkened plains.

But there’s a golden city in the distance
and there’s curses on my tongue -
before you there were other worlds
and now there’s only one.