I'm pleasantly snowed under an overwhelming amount of text.
There are hundreds of paper sheets floating on the stage floor,
a massive pile of printed words on my stage desk,
dozens of wrinkled, half-ripped and stained pages waiting backstage...
I feel like a
WORD collector
WORD deliverer
WORD transmitter
WORD interpreter
WORD presenter
WORD consumer
WORD broadcaster
...some WORDS are more MINE than others...
The ACT of organizing all these words in the space, in my head, my mouth , in my memory, in a loop station, is an ongoing task. The DIFFICULTY of organizing them will be explicit throughout the performance too.
WORDS as a substance
WORDS as sonic value
WORDS as rhythmical value
WORDS as emotional value
Tangible WORDS
WORDS flying in a 'storm' scene
WORDS squashed under the pressure of the expectation of MEANING
WORDS chopped and divided to syllables, singular letters.
WORDS as a weapon against abstraction.
WORDS seasoned with a Polish accent.
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