Tim Merry
Tim Merry poem at ALIA 2011.
The beauty of a live performing situation is the possibility of complete disaster at every moment. When you’re making a film or a recording, at a certain point you can cut out everything you don’t like. It becomes a fixed form. But in live performance everything is real, present tense, you’re seeing people on a kind of tightrope, you’re experiencing that. Vulnerability is such a beautiful aspect of a live performance. The performers exist and everyone in the audience exists ; we’re all in the same space at the same time. We’re sharing that time and space together. The experience ultimately becomes like a figure 8, an infinity sign, that just goes back and forth, back and forth, comes around, and comes back around again.bit.ly/ae1POH
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Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.
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