Okay, wir setzen fort. Ich mache jetzt nur einen kurzen Merchandise-Versuch. Es gibt mehrere Dinge, zum Beispiel der Unlimited 33 Zusammenschnitt von Pavel Borodin. Das war das Festival, das von Joe McPhee, Magda Meyers, Kasuhisa, Uchi Hashi kuratiert worden ist. Damals, vor zwei Jahren. Dann gibt es noch sehr viele Frauent-T-Shirts, habe ich mir sagen lassen. Ich weiß nicht, woran das liegt. gibt es noch sehr viel Frauent-T-Shirt, habe ich mir sagen lassen. Ich weiß nicht, woran das liegt. Das sind sehr schöne Shirts, die gibt es drüben im Anbau, rechts hinter dem Zelt. Und jetzt große Freude, euch ankündigen zu dürfen, Marion Kutz und Andy Moore. Kutz, Moore. Applaus Thank you. He was coming at me and dancing on a slant On long thin film Like an escalator In CCTV I could see him out of my radial eye. He was flexible, like an eel against the current, his neck hitting a chord. Hitting a chord, hitting a chord, hitting a chord, hitting a chord, hitting a chord, hitting a chord, hitting a chord, hitting a chord. He was coming at me like rain seen through a window pane in a Super 8 film made by an amateur in CCTV. He was flexible, sliding away from the screen, his neck hitting a chord. his neck hitting a chord. Hitting a chord, hitting a chord, hitting a chord, hitting a chord, hitting a chord, hitting a chord, hitting a chord. hitting a car You know what they say about corridors My house has many Where did he go? Where did he go? go? Where did he go degrees He was flexible Slipping away from the screen His neck hitting a chord Hitting a chord. Hitting a chord. Hitting a chord. Hitting a chord. Hitting a chord. Hitting a chord. The wrong chord. Hitting a chord. Hitting a chord. Hitting a chord. Hitting a chord Hitting a chord Hitting a chord Hitting a chord Hitting a chord The wrong chord Hitting a chord I'm going to do that at the end of each one so you know when we've stopped. Okay. Thank you. © transcript Emily Beynon Jonathan, how are you feeling? 16-10-97 to 16-9-17 Cassini goes quiet at 7.55am a death foretold to the nearest second the announcement triple checked 55 a.m. A death foretold to the nearest second. The announcement, triple-checked, comes without overt inflection. Pictures of Saturn gleam on screen like porcelain, like milk, like ice, like wax, like silicone. Porcelain, milk, wax, ice, and silicone, the five ingredients for life. Afterwards, the scientists rise. They stretch. They move their jaws in talk. It could be a conference coffee break There's a smattering of applause Relief Some tears Quiet hugs Jonathan, how are you feeling right now? Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I'm sorry. This is a good one. Okay. Okay. Maps do not do justice to coasts. On a map, the coast is relegated to the edge, giving the land priority. And the sea, Pantone 175513TCX, designates its absence. The X designates its absence. A coast is a line on a map. But coasts are whips, not lines. And violence does not sit with being coloured in. To be accurate, each town would twin with the corresponding area of sea. Then the all-important shore would not be relegated to the edge, but figure as an ever-shifting centre around which the proportions of a town would wrestle from day to night. In flit-gray light, it is an even match. By night, the town appears to shrink and the sea, vast beyond the defensive lines of boats, swoops in. lines of boats swoops in. By night, a sea's darkness will suck the wicks from the candles and drag their children from their beds. By night, a town appears to shrink, and the sea, vast beyond the defensive lines of boats, swoops in. By night, a sea's darkness will suck the wicks from the candles and drag the children from their beds. There is no end to what the sea takes. Maps are silent on these dramas. No! What do I do? What do I do? Thank you very much. It's very nice to be here. We're very happy. We haven't played very much together in the last quarter of a century. But now, it's all okay. It's just okay. We're going to do another one, which we've really only just made up. We've got to tune up. What have I got to do? Tell jokes and start. I start. Okay, I start. That's good. If anyone wants to dance, you can in this one. There's a chorus which you can all join in on. You'll pick it up very quickly, I'm sure. Now, what do we do? Hang on. Okay. Okay, here we go. Don't worry, everyone. When I hear it, I'll remember it. Okay, so... We are dust, she thought, as the wheels... Hang on, wait a minute. The word is locked. We are dust, she thought, as the wheels locked and left the ground. Dust. Dust on the wheels of the plane as it rose, carrying shit, sand, hair Small feathers, seed heads from grasses in the blast zone Rabbit fur, beetles, millions to a wheel Ants that bleed a carmine stain Crisps, nuts, glass and microbeads Skin from the hands of men at work. Lipstick and oil. Blood, sugar and coffee. Dust, a whole cargo of dust. Thank you. We live in a material world It's all communion We live in a material world It's all common We live in a material world It's all communion We live in a material world It's all communion o'r cymunedau Pate Quartz Clay Rice Reef Pike Smoke Star Rich Flax Dust Grain Jewel Hawk Brook Flood Flu Caps, dust, grain, dew, pork, brook, flood, flu We live in a material world It's all communion We live in a material world It's all communal Mace, marsh, ice, clove Cane, lime, oak Boar, sand, cold, lake, frost, true, full, you. And the creatures who walked, they walked. And the creatures who flew they flew and the creatures who swam they swam and the creatures who crawled they crawled and the creatures who laughed they laughed and the creatures who spoke, they spoke. We live in a material world. It's all communion. We live in a material world It's all communion We live in a material world It's all communion We live in a material world It's all communion Coming along Thank you. © transcript Emily Beynon Thank you. Thank you. I'm not dancing, I'm not dancing. I'm not dancing. I like the chair, Andy. That's a good chair. Good chair, Mo. Everyone else is on chairs? We can have chairs too? Okay. I saw this one. Okay. I saw this one. Okay. Okay. Yeah, I do. Okay. This is another one kind of about the sea, really. Madame la mer Oh, hang on, speed. Madame la mer Loosen your stays Throw off those old whale bones Carry me On the blue black sea Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Seed the pearl on the deep sea floor Throw off those old whale bones Lace the reef with fish's teeth Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Loose the net At the weaver's knot Throw off those old whale bones Hold your ground when the ship goes down Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Throw off those old whale bones Thank you. Hold your ground When the ship goes down Throw off those old whale balls Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. This is great. © transcript Emily Beynon Thank you. The horizon is a gift A gift The horizon is a gift, a gift, a banded edge that orbits and divides the world into above and below. Islands, towers, tall buildings, and their equivalents allow the tracing of the world full circle. This is rare. This is rare. Look, these are the facts. We live on a sphere. The sphere has bounce. The sphere has spring. And at the horizon, the eye falls off the edge. So far so medieval. So far so medieval. And on the rebound, back she comes Balling now into the optic A thousand, thousand, thousandfold Flat earthers convening with your merchandise in the terrestrial car park. Stop. Go home. Stop. Go home. Thank you. I'm going to make a Thank you. Very nice. Thank you very much. Okay, what are we doing? What are we doing? Okay, hang on. Can I get a note? Note, note, note. Gotta get a note. Whoa! Okay, what do we do here? I see your glassy face. I see your glassy face. Your eyes wild There's always a song for the one who gets it wrong I fell from that embrace An angry child There's always a song For the one who gets it wrong I tidy up the place again It's not my turn There's always a song for the one who gets it wrong I take it in my stride You think I'd laugh There's always a song One who gets you wrong We'll be right back. So this is the tune You can sing along This is the new song For the one who gets it wrong So this is the tune You can sing along This is the new song For the one who gets it right. Thank you. Thank you. Andy Moore. Andy Moore. Thank you very much. We've had a good time. I know. Thank you.