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Playing the Antitheses or the World Against the Wortd by David Sparenberg

Playing the Antitheses or the World Against the Wortd
a complex exercise and performance piece of oppositional speech,
movement & energy exchanges for two players

(The more practiced, the more creative this exercise can become; working toward performance ready perfection. Use devices of fast and slow, degrees of facing toward and degrees of facing away. Increasingly become aware of and play with the intention(s) of speech, orientation and movement. Bring structure and improvisation into dynamic harmony. The purpose and guiding inquiry of The Antitheses is to explore how each participant feels about the presence of the other—a presence that at one time will be a mirror, at another time an independent counterpoint. Along with rhythmic time, tempo, you will want to work with the preparation effort or quality of non-action between actions at the Pause and Walk Around sequences.)

Heaven and Earth

Heaven and Earth

Ying and Yang

Ying and Yang

sunri01_400Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice

Leave and Stay

Leave and Stay

Stop and Go

Stop and Go

Heaven and Hell

Heaven and Hell

Near and far

Near and far

Flesh and soul

Flesh and soul

Here and there

There is here

Here is there

What is where

Where? Ah!

(Pause)

To Be or Not to Be

To Be AND Not to Be

To Be—To Be AND Not to Be

To Be—Ah! So?

(Pause)

Questions without Answers

Questions without Answers

Answers without Asking

Answers without Asking

The roaring Scream of Silence

The roaring Scream of Silence

O Shadow of the Light

O Shadow of the Light

Blackhole Keyhole Butthole

Butthole Keyhole Black

Glass door Iron door No Door

Iron door Glass door None

I Breathe therefore I Am

I Breathe therefore I Am

(Synchronized deep breath followed by vigorous WALK AROUND; curiously circling or stalking)

My Mask without a Mirror

My Mask without a Mirror

Your Face without a Mask

Your Face without a Mask

O Sanity of Madness

O Sanity of Madness

O Comedy of Sadness

O Comedy of Sadness

Our Journey never ending

Performance never ending

Earth Air Fire Water

Water Fire Air Earth

Water Fire Air Earth

Earth Air Fire Water

I Breathe the way I Feel

I Breathe the way I Feel

I Feel the way I Breathe

I Feel the way I Breathe

(PAUSE—varieties of emotional breathing: short, long, fast, shallow, deep, gasping…)

O nights of Sleepless Dreaming

O nights of Sleepless Dreaming

One Endless Dream of Sleep

One Endless Dream of Sleep

This Existential Threat

My Existential Threat

I Wake Without your Hands

You Wake Without my Hands

I Wake Without my Feet

You Wake Without your Feet

Another Headless Morning

Another Headless Morning

Another Day of Yawning

Another Day of Yawning

I Breathe therefore I Am

I Breathe therefore I Am

(Sigh Deep Breath; WALK AROUND)

The Brittleness of Love

The Brittleness of Love

This bitter Play of Time

This bitter Play of Time

The Suppleness of Hate

The Suppleness of Hate

To Suffer into Light

To Suffer into Light

From Darkness into Light

Ah!… the Rope Walker

The Tight-rope

The Tightrope Walker

(PAUSE)

To Be or Not to Be

To Be or Not to Be

I Breathe therefore I Am

I Breathe therefore I Am

(WALK AROUND; Tableau)

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The ego of mankind by Gordana Mudri

On the day I was born, The War began. Or, better to say – The War began when I was born.

Oh, how sweet was ignorance, which has let my poisoned seed to grow in the infected womb.

gordi01_400_01At the beginning, I gave them the small conflicts, caused by my impatient crying, spread with my false sweet smiles. I knew so well how to win in this game.

I’ve had the knowledge imprinted in my genes. It was written in my existence. Everyone forgot but I knew…

Oh, how sweet was oblivion, which allowed me to walk unharmed on the unchanged paths of the history, carrying the toxic legacy of my predecessors.

I was growing, seducing miserable souls, trampling over their ashes, rising to the level of the Creator himself.

Each step brought more victims, each movement was a new devastating battle. And I was walking, breathing the scent of my own victory, conquering the world.

Fear and distrust captured the flushed brains in their caves. It was so easy to lure them with worthless images and empty words. It was so easy to divide them.

And then nothing left to them, except bare life they’ve tried to protect, thinking of nothing, wishing for nothing, seeing nothing.

They followed the rhythm of the war, hoping for peace. But the war followed my rhythm, pushing them deeper in their burrows.

And I knew, it won’t stop as long as I breathe.

And I didn’t want to die. I couldn’t have died. I will never die.

I will disappear when the wind comes out of the depths, whirling stagnant air. I will hide from the storm. And the heavy rain will fill drained cracks. The ashes of my victories will cover my seed. The timid creatures will crawl out of their holes, blinded with new light, hungry for new fruits. Licking their wounds, they will build a new illusion of unity.

They will forget…

And then I will come back, with the toxic legacy of my predecessors.

Oh, how sweet is ignorance…

Oh, how sweet is oblivion…

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There Are No Leaders by David Sparenberg

tree01_400_03I can talk of myself and speak of various activities I engage in, giving myself partial identity through these engagements.  Some of what I do I might even excel at.

Before the values of Big Money, I am next to nothing.  Before the suits and masks of the powerful and those who hold the strings of puppet-politics, I am nobody, a socially invisible speck, a mere murmur passing unheard into the obscenity of silence.

I recognize that I walk differently, am moving in a different direction to rhythms of a different drum.  My heart might even be echoing heartbeats from the fiery core of the ancient Earth.   My Earth-walk is in the DreamMaker way.  Now I turn to people.

Underneath the tedious disguises of society, in the forever ever-ripening dream of freedom, we are identical.  I come to you—to you and to others reachable at near-distance: I look into your eyes this moment and lift my hands in the gesture of exchanging gifts.

The world is serious—a serious, ambiguous, threatening and threatened place—on threshold tipping lives and species into uncertain futures.  There are no leaders.  Those who pretend to be have no real answers.  Here we are.

This is you, this me—words like harvest fruit in our mouths: the danger, the extravagance, the ordinary, and the possible.

One act of beauty might become the universal increase of giving.  One prayer together might save from extinction the archangel of the Earth, or reconnect us to the sacredness of life.

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Odyssey by David Sparenberg

ovicover_17_02_17.gifMy mind is full of images and rider of the rainbow-wind  Perhaps I am a king or one who sits at the king’s elbow and has his ear  My heart is full to overflowing: a goblet of the blood of suffering or a chalice of the wine of never ending love

Who or what I am I cannot say but this: If you see me in twilight I might carry a torch or the lantern of the sun or silver candles of eternal moonlight

I have lived in the spirit house of my own dreaming and been dreamed into breath out of nothingness by the mystery of near-distant and evolving divinity  First roots of my shadow-stirring are deep down like forked lightning in the dark fertility of this passionate Earth

Possibly I am a bridge or the points of contact from which bridges aspire into arches and traverse time and space – I cannot be accurate

I am full of the tales of monstrous outrage and punishment – a Yes a No – Who and whatever I am I become but a stitch in the tapestry of unknowing I merely go from here to here – through episodes of mists and islands

Images pass over me like a stone battered and bathed at the edge of the seductive sea  And I am carving out at the interface of stone and water moth-like words   Consider   No matter how much I am aware now or in the beads of now hereafter—how much vaster are echoes of my unknowing!

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Frankestein by David Sparenberg

ovicover_02_02_17Once more the monster’s hulking shadow descends heavily across the nations, reaching out, clutching at the beating heart of the world.  That visage—the terrible face of the reanimated!

Cold sweat!  As millions are dismayed; millions tremble in fear, eviscerated, confused.  Others bear within mirrors of the monster’s agenda and hasten to join the dread cult of madness, and the fiend.

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We are among one another by David Sparenberg

davy01_400_02At center of my heart is a thinking head.  At center of my head is a feeling heart.  In the core of my body is somebody.

I am a circle following unique rotations.  Seasons within follow seasons.  I am a circle of completing season.

Time of transitions from childhood to personhood is a long time. Consideration arrives late, a slow traveler of diverse journeys.

Memory stops on a horizon, smiling at the sun. Phases of the moon look down, then fade away. While desire of life becomes lips, tears fall among raindrops; in silent drifts of snow.

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