Daniel Schlusser — Ophelia

In the graben between late night and early morning, while scrabbling small amendments for something of Daniel Schlusser’s I hope I’ll be announcing around Monday, I received an email from him. How two months has passed without my awareness …

Early August, I was rising at an hour that was both refreshing and bleary, to rehearse with him and others via Skype to the opposite end of the world. They in Melbourne, me here in Berlin, teaching rope bondage, suspension, shibari, through a small portal I felt I could quite possibly slide through if I approached it right.

After these mornings, I would find myself alone with the convenient ring hanging from the ceiling, making demonstration videos, messing with my ideas and trying to convey them to Lily, wondering if any sense could be made; if this way of trying to make performance had any substance to it.

The video I found this morning … ah, what to say? Daniel is a theatre director I like very much, and I’m very happy to be working with him on Ophelia doesn’t live here anymore. The videois beautiful.

Ophelia Doesn’t Live Here Anymore

Unusual for me to go from one project directly to another, let alone three in a row, but this weekend is only a slight pause. I’ve been talking with Daniel Schlusser since 2009 or so, and even spent some time last year while I was in Vienna working with Hans Van den Broeck — and have just spent half an hour across two hemispheres on Skype for his new project, Ophelia Doesn’t Live Here Anymore.

Daniel’s one of my favourite theatre directors, so it’s a many-thrilled thing to be working with him, also to be working more in theatre (I seem to be slipping far beyond dance these days). Lily Paskas is also involved, and we shall be spending the next week with ropes, Shibari, Bondage, Ophelia, Gertrude …

The week-long rehearsal is also somewhat of an unknown as they are in Melbourne and I am in Brussels / will be in Berlin; hence Skype. It seems unproblematic to do it this way, though it is also an unknown—other things to consider, as well as a need for adaption to be able to work together.

I shall try and write a little here over the week also, maybe some photos too.

feeds and things …

Every so often someone asks, “How do you read so much stuff every day?” and rather than shatter their illusions of me with the truth that I am an artful manipulator and far too lazy to read when I could be a) sleeping or b) eating, I tell them, “Oh, I just have a news reader with all of the RSS feeds of the 200 or so blogs I read, I just refresh it every so often it updates automatically all the new posts”, and like with astrophysics, people hear, “bluurrbluurrbluurr”, and I think, “Waah! I really wish I could explain things so people would go, ‘Totally bodacious, dude!!!’, how good would that be?”.


Instead of opening all those blogs in separate windows in Safari and seeing if there’s anything new and experiencing disappointment, I started using NetNewsWire, quite a while ago, even deciding to pay for it (no!!! really??!?!), and have all my feeds from my favourite blogs, yes even yours, arranged into groups (I am, as you know prone to compulsive orderliness). I’ve also had my entire NetNewsWire subsciptions available for download from the bottom of my blogroll, so you can just download it from that link I conveniently provided, and import it into your favourite news reader, and enjoy my reading habits, including porn, and so spawn your own collection of blogs.

I never seemed to entice people into the seductive world of blog feeds, but ever since my recent success in getting a large number of friends completely addicted to and utterly in the thrall of Skype, and since the makers of NetNewsWire have just decided to offer that and the rest of their software for free, I thought the time is ripe.

Download NetNewsWire install it on your lovely Mac (delete all the unnecessary feeds that come as default, they’re kinda like the default bookmarks in Safari no one uses), download my rss feeds, import them into NetNewsWire (in the File menu), hit refresh (apple-shift-r), (be horrified at what smut appears and vow never to speak to me again)…

Fall in love with the joy of reading all over again.