how 2 make gud thtr - a knowledge aggregate

put LEDs in yr shoooos
aw who gives a fuck, tie LEDs in yr hair
spend yr $ on beer and give it yr audience 4 free
don't talk for hours
pretend that u make dance
tear up a picture of shakespeare
roll the pieces in2 tiny paper pills
and shove 'em up yr butt like a suppository
lie about everything
and always tell the truth
go to conferences of arts administrators
dressed up as the head of the NEA
beg 4 money
never hurt your audience
and if that means you'll never get to show them yr that one specific scar
then accept that
spend years learning to do one set of ten movements
turn it into a prayer
don't turn everything into a prayer tho
cuz that's fucking immoderate
KNOW THE LOCATION OF YR BELLYBUTTON
KNOW YR CONTEXT
get into youtube, but don't try to be it
know that grad skool can w8 and not w8 at all
go tell it 2 the mountain
put language firmly in your mouth
quote
comment
expound
exhort
turn away from everything in order to look back at it
lie down on the floor and lick it
hire fashion designers
2 be yr costume designers
and installation artists
2 make yr sets
FUCK EVERYONE
say
"I am the plumber, the architect, the lawn mower, and the sea. I am doing what we have always done. I am making it up. I read the rule book but I blacked the stupid bits out. If I say there is a shark in this bathtub, there is shark in this goddamn bathtub."
Throw shape after shape after shape
makes shapes
shatter any inconsequential or old-fashioned geometry
kill it out there
make this one a good one

In contact improv, falling is a proposition. (It's also a skill.)

You begin a fall, and perhaps some one will amble by and offer their support (an elbow, a back, a fingertip), or perhaps your fall is uninterrupted and your support turns out to be the ground. Gravity is reliable, so is the earth (The floor is your friend).

Or one can propose by touching heads (lying down on our backs, crown to crown; eventually of half our bodies will float up together while the other half sinks down towards our friend, the ground. Rolling, floating, sinking).

Any touch is a proposition.

(Say no to a proposition. Become a statue. Retract from touch. Go get water.)

(but today: "For here or to go?" "To go. Though if you'll have a drink with me, it'll be for here." It was more awkward to avoid that proposition. Shifty eyes, halfway grimace, deflected small talk. )

And how HOW much more awkward it is to MAKE propositions in everyday life than in contact jamming! Touch is too great of a proposition (just a handshake, a hug held a moment too long). We advance invitations, questions (tell me a story, a joke, tell me about the weather, your weekend. Make me laugh), we try to create spaces of safety and positivity, try to open channels of reciprocity through aesthetics/politics/vegetable-adoration/mutual appreciation/insults/compliments. If the conversation continues, we're already halfway there. But somehow it stops. at. half. way.

Or it keeps going! the propositions flow freely, careen in from both directions; the pressure to go down on one's knees lies with no one in particular; it's liquid, it's a dance, dance of lifeandpossibilityand and suddenly we're really fucking deep inside.

Buuuuurp.

And you'd think it would be easier to propose the second time, but it keeps getting harder.

edit: and what kind of proposition is this? does pity or joy work more efficiently to create a space of reciprocity? (and towards you, halfway-round-the-worlders, what is the equivalent of touch, how do I make a proposition?

hint: I smell like mint; it's a weed I've been pruning all day)