Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.
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not sure if i’m even sorry for neglecting you recently but this spring is too awesome to be spent online 24/7 and i’ve been too busy to even think about it… anyway, just wanted to stop by to let you all know that i’m off to Frankfurt on Monday, will be there for two weeks so if anyone here is from there and have something interesting worth checking out to recommend or maybe even wanna meet me at their favorite park or gallery, please, do let me know! [u can reach me on my mail as well ;] There’s a possibility to spend next weekend in Berlin listening to marvelous Dictaphone @ Radialsystem on Friday, so if you live in Berlin I would love if you could show it to me from your perspective as well ;] I’m probably be tumblring even less then usual, but if you really miss me you can always track me down at instagram [if you don’t have one there’s statigram] where i was sharing some love from share conference that’s been going on for past three days here in Belgrade…
[p.s. i have tons of drafts will try to turn to queue some of them ;]
Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.
William S. Burroughs
Marina Abramović, Rhythm 0, 1974
To test the limits of the relationship between performer and audience, Abramović developed one of her most challenging (and best-known) performances. She assigned a passive role to herself, with the public being the force which would act on her.
Abramović had placed upon a table 72 objects that people were allowed to use (a sign informed them) in any way that they chose. Some of these were objects that could give pleasure, while others could be wielded to inflict pain, or to harm her. Among them were a rose, a feather, honey, a whip, scissors, a scalpel, a gun and a single bullet. For six hours the artist allowed the audience members to manipulate her body and actions.
Initially, members of the audience reacted with caution and modesty, but as time passed (and the artist remained impassive) people began to act more aggressively. As Abramović described it later:
“What I learned was that… if you leave it up to the audience, they can kill you.” … “I felt really violated: they cut up my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the audience. Everyone ran away, to escape an actual confrontation.
"The night surrounded me, a photograph unglued from its frame. The lining of a coat ripped open like the two shells of an oyster. The day and night unglued, and I falling in between not knowing on which layer I was resting, whether it was the cold upper leaf of dawn, or the dark layer of night."
cover art by Val Telberg
I am only responsible for my own heart; you offered yours up for the smashing, my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.