n o 1    n o d e s

vierte welt / acud theater, berlin 2019 / 2020
ongoing ritualistic performance on collective memory




“ no1 nodes was birthed out of a funeral; the 1 that thisappeared.
Full cold moon to push the seed out of the ground; letting nodes emerge. no one knew though. ”


This piece started with a personal desire to perform a ritual to shed one’s past that no longer served one.
Process involved collecting fragments of memories from many whom I shared experiences with
as memories  were the glue that held us together. Woven out of threads of shared memories,
text became a living organism that breathes and evolves as the conductor, I, experience and
create more memories. Vessels who shared memories with me, gathered together to
dive deep into their personal memories to find common thread  amongst their
memories  that created the blue print for their signature movements. Basing fractals
as a framework, no1 nodes evolves  out of infinitely complex patterns that are
self-similar across different scales, repeating a simple process
over and over in an ongoing feedback loop.  



collective text by Adomas Laurinaitis, Barbara Panther, Ben Opak, Daphne Carl, Flavio Stella,
Hyui Ines Rmi, Jan Kunkel,  Jay McCormack, Nicholas Brummer,  Miss Jay, Nicolas Shaefers, Pompom Intensity, Sarah  Johanna Theuer, Sophie Douala, Kristen Stokes, Kasia Salinger, Marcin Malisz



I fell in love with you when my dick was a shark

a deep undulating dire desire

perpetrating the sweat glands of your finger

I have one in my hand


I was 19.

you popped out of the wardrobe

with a fake press pass

sticking out from

the rest of the stodgy academics

in the room, only one asking real questions


are you getting paid to look good ?

is it self-care ?


the speakers were beating around the bush

I can hear my voice pounding on the surface of your throat


cut.


you didn't let them get away with it


you were two wannabe artists away from the humidity

the intimacy of the fried vegetables

much less your loss


I remember your voice

low

light

deep

firm


We watched the sunset

in an empty dandelion seed

with spicy takeaway

whispering the weight of our being


what I really should be doing is

dancing with you


the waves are calling me


I played and kissed you

atmosphere pressurised


(breathe)

release.


manipulation propagates


가로 33인치 티비에서 나온

a dragon with a same Korean phone


blue water. pink Moon

I witnessed her death

and the birth of meba

face masks wouldn’t hold it


metamoebas swarming

bacterias crawling

a wreath of foliage

new species bespeak


self-replicating, self-mirroring

producing electrophoretic patterns


flame the water

it is the crossing of 2 lines

push that button

multiply death

form a circle

reach a single point

the magnitude has polarised

fractals have emerged


I heard you from afar


receive


flex


expand


that feeling of heartbreak

you played Kylie for me


We didn’t speak much

scanned for bodies

walked through water

followed our sweet old jesus

it vaporised the flesh out of me

her lips were gold though


being close to you

brought the calmness to me

dark angel giving that

finger on the rooftop

it was sunset in Warsaw


sweet dreams are calling me

absorbed on my way

healing entity towards a deity


are you all just too sensitive ?

or is the world too dull ?


when you touched me

we walked through the park

you blew this guy off his slackline


I remember a photo of you

holding a phone 

displaying a face

mimicking my




hey




cooking rubber masks

reading insults in French

activating piano chakras


when we first met,

I thought you were a huge bitch

with that japanese accent

and leather pants


I remember you

lying on top of me

your hands on the laptop

seeking

it’s 5am

everybody is floating


is this the mood right now ?


how you revealed yourself to me

came back to view my form

in unintelligible bodies


then you casted off the one that

petrified me so much

and left the form I fell in love with


I hope you come back to me

as you did so many times


in this life

in another life

even when you didn’t want to

and I didn’t expect you to






Photography: Benji Simson