MEDIATHEK

please take note: there is another dvd of this performance. silence of unspoken muted of me without me not voice not no-voice doesn’t wake from the drama of the silent one no less alone he is with the echo no less loud no less silent only silence gets the shape dramas without a voice _ ama_ without echoes __as without shapes shapeless crushing of the voice splinters stay, they don’t even bother to scratch you don’t smooth the scratch with scratching you only scoop it there down deep somewhere where the surface is multiplying you’re emptying yourself you don’t blur what stays blurred - the stain of voice the glade of silence is sharpening over the edges pokes stings the echoes of unheard non granted you find screaming there, where it would be silenced If you remain quiet, others speak for you and words always stay foreign to your world, to which you didn’t reveal the game of letters. Your world does not exist, because you didn’t break the silence. But it can not be like this, that your language would betray you. With questions you feed it. The word will be like a drop of sea into your mouth of silence. The rain will pour, lifting the surface of everything that you muted, it will flood the edges of your body and you are going to swim through. Speaking… If you talk, you speak for others and your words spread your familiar world, which is revealing through the game of letters. The world is yours as much as you put it in words. But the game goes, so that your own language will betray you. You feed it with words and it shuts you off with answers. Silence will be like an oasis of the desert in the flood of your words. It will dry your palaver, it will sink into the smallest pores of your body and you will dive into it. Silent… [Quelle: http://www.maska.si/en/?redirect=453] isrr