935 Natoma Street, San Francisco
between 10th and 11th Streets
and between Mission and Howard
close to the
and the Van Ness MUNI station
From Chris Nagler:
Marcus Civin’s performance work asks questions about bodily politics, and puts together serial kinetic phrases about his own. He reframes that old contested territory, the ordinary, or ‘pedestrian’ body. His teacher, the choreographer and filmmaker , wrote, in 1968, of her own work as “a control that seems geared to the actual time it takes the actual weight of the body to go through the prescribed motions, rather than an adherence to an imposed ordering of time. In other words, the demands made on the body’s (actual) energy resources appear to be commensurate with the task . . .” Does this equation balance in the ordinary body of today, when the ‘prescribed motions’ are often obscure, charged with impossible simultaneities, or shamed with distant, mechanized heroism. And what to do with all that ‘seeming’ ?
In his words:
My everyday life reveals my cowardice, my normalcy, my difficulty.
Every time I do my ritual, it is slightly different. I think about what
I would do in an extreme situation. I assume, I would know what to do
in an extreme situation, but I need practice.
Some possible issues and questions that may arise:
What kind of athlete or non-athlete is the contemporary American citizen?
The slapstick histories of multitasking
Do the body’s economies (sexual, affective, energetic) reflect/counter/react to/empty into The Economy? How. specifically?
Is ‘survival’ a performance, a fetish, a nostalgia, an ordinary reality? Which for whom?
Is represented labor still labor and is labored representation still representation? Who says so?
From Marcus Civin:
"I had been so confident and now I had an awful feeling that the war had gotten out of my hands"
-- as Alice B. Toklas (The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas)
With the Nonsite Collective, Marcus Civin will project, re-build, perform gestures and utterances that riff on themes from his recent performance work — performance work that lands a poor, rough tramp behind enemy lines and forces the poor, rough tramp to decide: am I a killer, OR am I a clown?
Or: "In a series, objects become undefined simulacra one of the other. And so, along with the objects, do the people that produce them." -- (Simulations)
I handle an ax, matches, a deck of cards, a spear, drips of water. I make a bathtub. Am I a bathtub. Or: I make a small black painting.
Participants might enjoy watching:
http://www.archive.org/details/busterkeatonfilm (SAMUEL BECKETT, FILM)
6. (muted domestic pornography)
We must insist upon the idea of culture-in-action, of culture growing within us like a new organ, a sort of second breath: and on civilization as an applied culture controlling even our subtlest actions, a presence of mind -- Artaud
Never so held in held
Suspense : the long
Disease is pornographic
Graphic despite I knowing
What will come of this
This narrative as usual
As so much desolate
Hunger there is some I
Tensing with a perverting here
Here the sheen of a slowly open
Curve a depth I’ve seen this before
Before I roamed corporate clinics
My holes are a constant testing
Ground perpetual breaks of strata
In continuity becomes continuity : I
I here cannot see is a here with yet no
Name his delivery system holds I up
Up by its penis a story halos above
It : degraded as a convergence of aporias
The strange tremor the unusual poverties
Of not knowing what will come of this this