Galway Lab Day 9 & 10
Galway, 3rd of May 2019
EVA
Dear Maria, we are back to Galway now. The island was moving in many ways and it is still in my bones and in my dreams. I dreamt about a kangaroo which was jumping out of the…. how do you call that? Out of the stomach? Or of the bodysack? – too early, and it died. I woke up because I thought that I made a weeping sound and that it was probably too loud for my roommate. But everything was ok.
MARIA
Dear Eva, when we were at the boat I remembered this poem from Rumi: “You are not a drop in the ocean You are the entire ocean in a drop” I felt this was true.
EVA
So now – Travel lodge: when I enter a new hotel room I look out of the window, I open the wardrobe, I check the bed and the minibar.
Right now I’m out on the street searching for a place to run. Green on my right – I just cannot enter. I have to solve this problem. Moving makes me thinking about what moves me. On the island I made a lot of moves. Google told me every morning, that I have reached my 10 thousand steps, but I still kept on moving. We are used to body moves. What moves our mind, our thinking, our opinions, our heart. And when would it be wise to not move?
Already lots of words now. List entry is too long. Means that I have used up the space. Keep door closed. Fire door. Door opens automatically. Press Green Button. Keep Door Shut. No Exit.
I’m happy to meet you at breakfast table, curious what this day will bring – cloudy, cold, but not much.
MARIA
Woke up, open the book of Rebecca Solnit randomly:
“People have always been good at imagining the end of the world, which is much easier to picture, than the strange sidelong paths of change in a world without end.”
EVA
Dear Maria, Oh. It was hard to find the way back. Didn’t reach the lake, but was told to use the staircase as a shortcut back. Next time I should ask before I run. Bye bye and see you. Always yours, Eva
MARIA
Dimitri gave me a poem:
Tu aimais ce bar sur l’avenue Victoria où un radio FM inconnu infectait la fumée de sons tristes. Il y avait Une barmaid toute jeune En jeans rouges, en pull vert troué sur les coudes. Elle, avec ses yeux d’un bleu parfait, savait lire les lignes de ta main.
Les lignes de ta main lui disaient que tu es quelqu’un de bien, gentil et honnête que tu es prêt à donner que tu es prêt à accepter ton cœur à une jeune irlandaise blondasse le cœur d’une jeune irlandaise blondasse du petit bar de l’avenue Victoria Les lignes de ta main lui chantaient que tu vivrais longtemps que tu serais riche que tu aurais une femme fidèle et magnifique une seule pour toute ta vie longue et riche une seule pour toute sa vie longue et irlandaise Oh pourquoi toutes ces lignes pourquoi toutes ces mains pourquoi toutes ces lèvres lui murmuraient lui disaient lui promettaient autant Oh pourquoi elle savait les lire ces lignes de ta main avec ses yeux d’un bleu parfait avec ses mains d’une tendresse parfaite avec ses lèvres d’une douceur parfaite elle seule savait les lire elle seule savait les comprendre elle seule aimait les lignes de ta main.
EVA
Dear Maria, this was what I got from your conversation with Cathal at lunch. You spoke about what a theatermaker needs to work. You were into deep thinking, but deep listening was not possible at this place. So I need to post some surface comments: money, contracts, space, ideas, time, audience, knowledge, materials, love, intelligence, open minds, language, body, passion, lust, techniques, access…
MARIA
Most of us would say, if asked, that we live in a capitalist society, but vast amounts of how we live our everyday lives – our interactions with an commitments to family lives, friendships, avocations, membership in social, spiritual, and political organizations – are in essence non-capitalist or even anti-capitalist, full of things we do for free, out of love, and on principle.
Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced”, said James Baldwin
A toolbox for revolution: https://beautifultrouble.org/
Tactics: 1. Create disruption 2. Debt strike 3. Direct action 4. Electoral guerrilla theatre 5. Flash mob 6. General strike 7. Guerrilla Projection 8. Hoax 9. Invisible theatre 10. Mass street action 11. Occupation 12. Prefigurative intervention 13. Strategic nonviolence
Principles: Anger works best when you have the moral high ground Challenge patriarchy as you organize Choose tactics that support your strategy Do the media’s work for them If protest is made illegal, make daily life a protest Maintain nonviolence visible Play to the audience that isn’t there Put your target in a decision dilemma
Shift the spectrum of allies Show, don’t tell Simple rules can have great results Stay on massage Take leadership from the most impacted Think narratively Use the Jedi mind trick WE ARE ALL LEADERS
Theories: Action logic Anti-oppression Ethical spectacle Expressive and instrumental actions Memes Pillars of support Points of intervention Political identity paradox The propaganda model Temporary Autonomous Zone
Remember, If you don’t have a strategy, you’re part of someone else’s strategy. Alvin Toffler*
*American writer, futurist, and businessman known for his works discussing modern technologies, including the digital revolution and the communication revolution, with emphasis on their effects on cultures worldwide.
Goodbye to Galway, walk, 4th of May 2029 9.30 AM
EVA
As if I would see this for the last time of my life dear Maria dear all, keep fire door closed, press green button to release the door, door opens automatically, two dogs playing with sticks, a lady in black, a green wooden door, a red wooden roof on the top of a shield, a black bird, Japanese knotweed, do not cut, an abandoned shopping trolley on a fresh mowed lawn, vote number one, b call, danger! Deceased river, a bike shed in a backyard, a green, a red, a silver and a black bike, an empty pot, trash on the floor, a tin beer can, a pizza cartoon, do not put in fragile or sharp objects, the sound ö a Supermarket trolley, a trolleybus, this dinguisher contains afff foam, spray type, a flock of bird’s, the colourful windows of a cathedral, fire door, keep door locked, a dandelion dancing in the wind, the sound of laughter, warm smells coming out of a Chinese gift shop, hop house, the sound of a racing motorcycle, the sound of steps on different underground, a leave floating on the water, wassergrütze the blossoms of a cherry tree, this extinguisher contains co2 carbon dioxide. Good bye. Love, Eva.
MARIA
Woke up, open the book of Donna J. Haraway randomly:
“It matters what matters we use to think other matters with; it matters what stories we tell to tell other stories with; it matters what knots knot knots, what thoughts think thoughts, what descriptions describe descriptions, what ties tie ties. It matters what stories make worlds, what worlds make stories.”
P.S.: Eva, não te esqueças de me ligares quando chegares a Lisboa. Talvez tenhamos tempo para uma caminhada no Monte da Lua. Beijinhos de uma destra para uma canhota, Maria.
Sunday, 5th of May. time to say goodbye
Thank you from everyone at Make A Move!
