men kopien blev kulsort selvfølgelig (øvelsen er: happeningpartiturer, mulige og umulige)
(fra Ben Marcus' antologi New American Stories, netop udkommet og hentet ned)
fra "Play" af Mathias Svalina (som jeg indrømmet aldrig før har hørt om) - du slog automatisk op på hans tekst, da du bladrede i papirudgaven i Politikens Boghal, tak for det (OGSÅ!)))
CROSSING THE BROOK
(for 2 or more players)
If you draw two lines on the asphalt, about two feet apart, then a brook will spring up between the lines. Children will then run in groups & try to jump the brook. They will scream as they are running. They will scream as they are jumping. If they land in the brook they must run home & change their stockings.
The successfull jumpers are guided into a white bus & driven to wider & wider brooks. The last child to make a jump is the winner. Those that fall into the brooks must run home to change their stockings. But the they are so far from home & the driver of the white bus will not speak to them. There is a light in the forest. Is that a distant fire or the buttery windows of a warm farmhouse? It is difficult to tell form here, where the sleet hast jun begun to fall.
(for 5 or more players)
Two bases are marked off, at iether end of America. Each child takes the name of an Animal. Obne child is It. He stands in the center of America & writes newspaper columns about the decline of America. He starts a radio show & becomes tremendously influential. He begins to see himself as no longer It but the voice of the people. When he goes to sleep a night his mother tucks him in & whispers, "Sweet dreams, voice of the people." When his father drops him off at school he calls out, "Have a great day, voice of the people."
The Animals lurk in the darkness of the forest & the shadows of the demolished factories. When stray children pass the shadows thay pounce on them. Licking the blood from their claws & beaks thay whisper to themselves, "I am Animal. I am Animal".
When the first game ends all children trade names & a new child becomes It.
torsdag den 23. juli 2015
Tekst jeg forsøgte at kopiere til mit hold fra min iPad
Indsendt af Lars Bukdahl kl. 08.07
Etiketter: happeningpartitur, Mathias Svalina
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