Sunday, November 08, 2009
Mixed message
Being myself
Being sad
Being fooled
Being able
Being understood
Being grateful
Being shot
Being loved
Being sexy
Being bad
Being creative
Being confused
Being alone
Being popular
Being funny
Being 40
Being 37
Being 15
Being 25
Being inebriated
Being alive
Being awake
Being a New Zealander
Being poor
Being outspoken
Being victimized
Being young
Being supported
Being pragmatic
Being supportive
Being stupid
Being weird
Being Elvis
Being fat
Being honest
Being aware
Being diseased
being old
Being alright
Being funny
Being a man
Being a man dancing
Being sad
Being fooled
Being able
Being understood
Being grateful
Being shot
Being loved
Being sexy
Being bad
Being creative
Being confused
Being alone
Being popular
Being funny
Being 40
Being 37
Being 15
Being 25
Being inebriated
Being alive
Being awake
Being a New Zealander
Being poor
Being outspoken
Being victimized
Being young
Being supported
Being pragmatic
Being supportive
Being stupid
Being weird
Being Elvis
Being fat
Being honest
Being aware
Being diseased
being old
Being alright
Being funny
Being a man
Being a man dancing
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Identity Crisis
There was an imperative driving the creation of this blog. Initially I was publishing polemics fueled by feelings of injustice and incredulity at the stuff going on within the profession of post modern dance in Aotearoa. But somewhere along the way I stopped caring. The 'cause' I was devoting myself too and being the self appointed spokesperson for turned out to be an idealization. I was also confronted with my own tenuously constructed "integrity". Fallibility is actually more humiliating than humbling at times.
So here is the blog, serving as an archive. An occasional repository for 'relevant' quotes and a whole bunch of old writing. Yellingmouth holds reviews written by me. Reviews i swore I'd never write. The other blog I've started with Simon Ellis is dedicated to writing about the practice of improvisation. That material could live here too but it seems redundant to re-publish it here.
So what now for this blog? What content should find itself here?
I don't know yet.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
extract from "Relational Aesthetics"
"An overwhelming majority of critics and philosophers are reluctant to come to grips with contemporary practices. So these remain essentially unreadable, as their originality and their relevance cannot be perceived by analysing them on the basis of problems either solved or unresolved by previous generations. The oh-so painful fact has to be accepted that certain issues are no longer being raised, and it is, by extension, important to identify those that are being raised these days by artists. What are the real challenges of contemporary art? What are its links with society, history, and culture? The critics primary task is to recreate the complex set of problems that arise in a particular period or age, and take a close look at the various answers given. Too often, people are happy drawing up an inventory of yesterdays concerns, the better to lament the fact of not getting any answers. But the very first question, as far as these new approaches are concerned, obviously has to do with the material form of these works. How are these apparently elusive works to be decoded, be they process related (italics authors) or behavioural by ceasing to take shelter behind the sixties art history?" (p.7.)
Nicolas Bourriaud, Relational Aesthetics, 2002
Monday, August 24, 2009
An Improvisational Performance

Improvisational Performance thats uses
Improvisational Performance to Examine
Improvisational Performance
At the final stages of a 2 year process of master's research, Kristian Larsen presents a 45 minute solo performance of new dance, and new text. More than just a bunch of dancing around Larsen breaks open the husk of good old post modernity and points at things! Ironic! Pointy! Fun for the whole family!
Where: Kenneth Myers Centre, 74 Shortland St, Auck CBD
When: September 11, 12. 8:30 pm.
Entry by Koha (in the truest sense of the word)
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Vitamin S reflection/refraction
image by Phil DadsonI dropped in on a Vitamin S workshop last nite. Bit of background: Vitamin S are a network of musicians who improvise together on a regular basis. Their website software randomly selects musicians names to play together in different configurations each week, then notifies them via email. Then whoever turns up is whoever turns up. This is a good old fashioned chance mechanism that produces ‘interesting results’. I have danced with them on and off for a couple of years now.
From time to time they run workshops for each other and last night I dropped in on one just to have a gander, not to ‘play’. In between sets the group had little discussions, reflections on what was just played and the provocations that the workshop leader was deploying. Some interesting things came out of those discussions. One topic was ‘listening’. The amount of listening sensitivity going on within any of the improvised sets made an impact on how things would go in the process of making. In watching several short sessions I got the impression that the more that individuals in the group listened to each other, the simpler and more refined their individual decisions and offers were. However there seemed to be some discontent amongst some people in the group about this. Because the simpler decisions emerged as an identifiable tendency there was an immediate mistrust from some - some of these guys get a little twitchy when anything ‘familiar’ occurs, or a sonic pattern emerges within the improvisation. This seems to come from an assumption that improvisation is a constant moving away from the familiar and the habitual.
Yup I reckon that improvisation can be driven by that. It still seems to me that when it is, the performance always seems to manifest a very recognizable set of aesthetics in spite of a compulsive ‘moving away from the familiar’.
From experience an increased quality of attention / listening is attainable through dedicated practice. And during that practice certain bandwidths of imaginative processing narrow down whilst one attends to the task of improving ones improv-ing through increased conscious attention. So I’ve found that I become less creative for awhile and some old patterns re-emerge when I work on this. ( There is something to be said for mastering stereotypes, and I don’t think you can fully depart from a thing you haven’t actually mastered - you can't give up what you don't have). In the context of deepening a skill or developing a new one I’m all for old patterns - if I can re-experience / recontextualise them fully they open more doors of possibility than when I resist them, or when I make a goal of being evermore inventive by compulsively departing from whats there.
Anyway, it was nice to hang out with a bunch of musicians, who were gently and sincerely playing for their own enjoyment and curiosity in a basement off K Rd.
July 25th, 2009 | Uncategorized | 0 Comm
From time to time they run workshops for each other and last night I dropped in on one just to have a gander, not to ‘play’. In between sets the group had little discussions, reflections on what was just played and the provocations that the workshop leader was deploying. Some interesting things came out of those discussions. One topic was ‘listening’. The amount of listening sensitivity going on within any of the improvised sets made an impact on how things would go in the process of making. In watching several short sessions I got the impression that the more that individuals in the group listened to each other, the simpler and more refined their individual decisions and offers were. However there seemed to be some discontent amongst some people in the group about this. Because the simpler decisions emerged as an identifiable tendency there was an immediate mistrust from some - some of these guys get a little twitchy when anything ‘familiar’ occurs, or a sonic pattern emerges within the improvisation. This seems to come from an assumption that improvisation is a constant moving away from the familiar and the habitual.
Yup I reckon that improvisation can be driven by that. It still seems to me that when it is, the performance always seems to manifest a very recognizable set of aesthetics in spite of a compulsive ‘moving away from the familiar’.
From experience an increased quality of attention / listening is attainable through dedicated practice. And during that practice certain bandwidths of imaginative processing narrow down whilst one attends to the task of improving ones improv-ing through increased conscious attention. So I’ve found that I become less creative for awhile and some old patterns re-emerge when I work on this. ( There is something to be said for mastering stereotypes, and I don’t think you can fully depart from a thing you haven’t actually mastered - you can't give up what you don't have). In the context of deepening a skill or developing a new one I’m all for old patterns - if I can re-experience / recontextualise them fully they open more doors of possibility than when I resist them, or when I make a goal of being evermore inventive by compulsively departing from whats there.
Anyway, it was nice to hang out with a bunch of musicians, who were gently and sincerely playing for their own enjoyment and curiosity in a basement off K Rd.
July 25th, 2009 | Uncategorized | 0 Comm
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