domingo, 9 de setembro de 2007

how can i measure my love in distance...
how can i measure how much i miss you in distance...
how can i measure my love for you from missing you so much from the distance...

i love you all the miles that we are apart...
i miss all the good nights kisses that you did not give me the last days...
i love all the nights that we slept holding hands...
i miss your whisper saying that you love me to love you...

you miss having me in a distance that you can count...
you love the way i put out the words...
you miss my lips waiting for yours...
you love that i love you...

we are lovers from different homes...
we will love us from a distance...
we are meant to be together...
we will take away the miles...

terça-feira, 4 de setembro de 2007

einszweidrei


(Fotografia de António Pedro Lopes)
words can cut me like a knife or warm me like a candle.
words can be my yellow brick road or a spine in my shoe.
words can make me want to live or can bring me next to death.
words can make me want to speak or can make me cut my ears.
words can give me a smile or put a tear rolling down my face.
words can make me believe or can also make me afraid of.
words can give me the strenght to continue or the right moment to stop.
words can be words.
words can be more than words.
words can.

segunda-feira, 3 de setembro de 2007

Well, you're my friend
And can you see
Many times we've been out drinking
Many times we've shared our thoughts
But did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got
Well you know I have a love, for everyone I know
And you know I have a drive, to live I won't let go
But can you see this opposition, comes rising up sometimes
That is dread full imposition, comes blacking in my mind


And then I see a darkness
And then I see a darkness
And then I see a darkness
And then I see a darkness
Did you know how much I love you
There's a hope that somehow you
Can save me from this darkness


Well I hope that someday buddy
We'll have peace in our lives
Together or apart
Alone or with our wives
And we can stop our whoring
And pull the smiles inside
And light it up forever
And never go to sleep
My best unbeaten brother
This isn't all I see


Oh no, I see your darkness
Oh no, I see your darkness
Oh no, I see your darkness
Oh no, I see your darkness
Did you know how much I love you
There's a hope that somehow you
You'll save me from this darkness

(Bonnie "Prince" Billy - I see darkness lyrics)

Pieter Ampe diving into himself

Sweet and Tender/Skite 2007

14-15 SEP

RENDEZ-VOUS IMPRÉVUS

Voici quinze ans, la première édition du SKITE réunissait à Paris une soixantaine d'artistes (dont Alain Platel, Meg Stuart, Vera Mantero, Caterina Sagna) pour ce qui s'affirmait comme un « chantier d'utopies » : avoir la possibilité, pendant quatre semaines, d'expérimenter de nouvelles collaborations, sans préméditer la moindre obligation de production.Une même liberté est au rendez-vous du laboratoire qui va se dérouler cet été dans un ancien couvent, entre Reims et Laon, transformé en lieu de résidences : Performing Arts Forum. A la base de ce nouveau projet, il y a un réseau informel d'une soixantaine de jeunes artistes chorégraphiques (de 43 nationalités différentes), qui s'est constitué en août 2006 lors d'un projet initié par DanceWeb pendant le festival ImpulsTanz à Vienne. Sous le nom de « Sweet and tender collaborations », ce réseau s'est d'abord développé via internet avant de se concrétiser lors de plusieurs résidences, notamment au Portugal et en Allemagne.Comment créer un support commun pour des projets artistiques, en inventant de nouvelles formes et structures de recherche, de création et de diffusion, qui puissent contourner par un système d'échange coopératif les obstacles que rencontrent souvent les jeunes artistes émergents dans l'accès aux moyens de production et de visibilité ? Tel est l'enjeu d'un projet résolument européen, amené à se développer dans les prochaines années, et dont le Manège, la Comédie de Reims et la Palais du Tau accueilleront quelques-uns des tout premiers « Fragments d'expériences ».

VENDREDI 14 SEPTEMBRE 2007 à partir de 19h et jusqu\'à 23hLa Comédie de Reims - 3 chaussée Bocquaine - 51100 ReimsRéservation : 03.26.48.49.00 / www.lacomediedereims.fr

SAMEDI 15 SEPTEMBRE 2007 à partir de 14h et jusqu?à 16hLe Palais du Tau - 2 place du Cardinal Luçon - BP 2062 - 51072 Reims CedexTél. : 03.26.47.81.79 / www.palaisdutau.frSAMEDI 15 SEPTEMBRE 2007 à partir de 16h et jusqu\'à 19hLe Manège de Reims - 2 bd du Général Leclerc - BP 1063 - 51053 ReimsENTRÉE LIBRE POUR CHAQUE PRÉSENTATION

ARTISTES PARTICIPANTS : Pieter Ampe (Belgique), Perrine Bailleux (France), Marianne Baillot (France), Pedro Bastos (Brésil), Jenny Beyer (Allemagne), Thelma Bonavita (Brésil), Xavier Brisbois (France), Tim Darbyshire (Australie), Arvand Dashtaray (Iran), Valentina Desideri (Italie), Lucie Eidenbenz (Suisse), Begüm Erciyas (Turquie), Guillherme Garrido (Portugal), Monica Gillette (USA), Domenico Giustino (Italie), Mariella Greil (Autriche), Mia Habib (Norvège), Hajime Fujita (Japon), Sayaka Kaiwa (Japon), Pavlos Kountouriotis (Grèce), Gerald Kurdian (France), Min Kyoung Lee (Corée/Nouvelle Zélande), Christoph Leuenberger (Suisse), Andrea Maurer (Autriche), Marko Milic (Serbie), Tala Motazedi (Iran), Tommy Noonan (USA), Antonio Pedro Lopes (Portugal), Montserrat Payro (Mexique), Amanda Pina (Chili), Ramona Poenaru (Roumanie), Sara Reyhani (Iran), LeenaTolonen (Finlande), Koen Vandendriessche (Belgique)? (sous réserve de modifications)

Co-production : Association SKITE, Espace des Arts - Scène nationale de Chalon-sur-Saône, La Comédie de Reims - Centre Dramatique National, Le Manège - Scène nationale de Reims. Avec le soutien du Palais du Tau. Projet réalisé en partenariat avec l?Akademie Schloss Solitude, Stuttgart

Source : Manège de Reims (http://www.manegedereims.com)

domingo, 2 de setembro de 2007

I am Myself a Solo!

If a have something to say…. Yes, and…. Say it, but… sometimes it seems like I don’t choose well words, there is a distance between what a say and with what I wanted to say… the way I say it has a way to be said… 
So…. Yes, I… create my own pretext, find my own context, and if necessary turn to “recontext”… 
If I am… of course, sometimes I’m my hero, and sometimes I’m my own villain… hell… not again, me me me me me me me, you you you you you you you you you, we we we we we we, enough, pearls to pigs and hookers are we all… 
…. Again… yes but now in a different way… 
I am, I am, I am, yes but it’s different…. I want, I want, I want, yes, but… the cigarette smokes me and my beer drinks me and… I bit me, I kiss me, it’s done!

room 257 - my romantic shithole

This is one of the moments that I don’t know what to do, what to be, who to search, who to want, how to wait, how to deal…
The other day I’ve seen myself asking my own shoe where should I go, it seems that for some while that I think I lost my way. I was waiting for his answer, for his direction and guidance, probably waiting for a yellow brick road to start walking on, but we stood the two quietly looking at each other, waiting for one of us to give the first step.
There we stood for days, without moving, with afraid of the world, or petrified by his size, almost like we still did not know how to walk.
After I’ve started to wonder if my foot was to big to this shoe, or was the shoe to small for my foot, no answer was found, and no sense in this question was approved.
I’ve then decided to start to walk, wishing and wanting to give a step at the time, in order to knowing at least where I came from, since where I go now, is not up to me to know in immediate, and once again I saw myself loosing to much time searching for the place that I come or the one that I go, not allowing me just to enjoy the walk, and get stronger in my legs…
I decided to run, and I fell asleep in my bed, where in my dreams I was running like I wanted, enjoying every minute of it, seeing landscapes into the smallest detail, getting also the large picture in front of me, I woke up, I was tired I could not run again, so I decided to walk instead, the legs were stronger, and there was a track to be walked, another sound track to be listened, something new to be tracked by my walking…
Fuck it, I’ve lost my track again, don’t know what to write and a bit afraid that if I put into written words, my fears, doubts, will be around for longer period…well, different fears and doubts, will join me in my life, as for everyone I guess, is just a matter of dealing with them in a better way, giving them only the right amount of importance, knowing also that they will vanish in their time, not forgetting that in the meanwhile we should enjoy the ride, and learn along the way. You walk, you fall down, you get up, you walk again…simple no?