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The Prince |
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Date:
July 14th, 2005 Location:
4000 W8th Ave (8th and Wallace);
Vancouver, BC Duration:
7 hours Text: Gargoyles by Thomas Bernhard Pages:
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is 5am. Kneeling for the last time. Behind me, behind the row
of trees, a military base is sleeping. Toothless, humbled and incongruous
now, a preparation for a threat which never came and which never will.
An appropriate place to begin. Comedy. This is the first word I write. Something which should not be forgotten… especially when one is kneeling on the world, pleading with it, or wrestling with it. |
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A streetlamp illuminates a morning that no longer has
any need for it. Beside it is a red sign that says STOP. And so I
begin… to end. At this intersection, on this hill, this series of chalk performances will cease. At last, I
have reached the end of the end. This is the last chalk performance. My dialogue with
this city, with its secrets and solitudes, at least in this form,
has found silence. After six of these acts in which the end, in which
completion and exhaustion were for me the show, I have reached the
end… the end of the end. - M. S. “Whoever is listening to something
you are talking about approaches only as
far as its outermost boundary. Our whole life is nothing but
an approach to the outermost boundaries of life,” the prince
said. |
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