You are invited to an evening of sensual delight with the Reed College Erotic Review. Food, performances, and bartending by Dr. Andrew Tatarsky.
Alexander Vvedensky translated by Matvei Yankelevich Analisa Teachworth
Jason Matthew Lee
Michael David Quattlebaum Jr.
Is the Second Performance art/sound piece by young New York City Music/Art group NO FEAR
Centered around the archetype of the Wolf: wise predator and cunning spirit guide, CRY WOLF Further explores NO FEARS use of theatrical rock n roll as a means to articulate the idea that a concert/show is in fact a congregation of people- a ritual-and that executed correctly, sound becomes a form of catharsis, improvisation and organic instrumentation can transcend the everyday into a form of contemporary magic. We seek only to conjure a creative goodvibe goodwill dialogue between ourselves as performers, the message communicated and the audience that is to receive.
Michael David Quattlebaum Jr Jeffery Joyal Daniel Fisher
And performance by me, Analisa Teachworth in calibration with Michael David Quattlebaum Jr
BROUGHT INTO CONSCIOUSNESS
OBJECTS USED TO PASS THROUGH THE GATES OF OBLIVION
THE PERSPECTIVE WITH MEDITATION
THE TRANSCENDENCE OF THE IDEAL
AND THE PASSING BETWEEN
LIFE AND DEATH
THE DREAMER , THE SPIRIT , THE FEAST
NO FEAR PERFORMS
Future is stupid American Boy Freak Jerk Baby's Revenge
For a long time Jean Cocteau has been one of my favorite artist. Poet, Playwright, Artist, Filmmaker, but most of all incredible visionary.
L'Ange Heurtebise - Translated in English
Angel Heurtebise on the steps
Beats me with his wings
Of watered silk, refreshes my memory,
The rascal, motionless
And alone with me on the agate
Which breaks, ass, your supernatural
Angel Heurtebise with incredible
Brutality jumps on me. Please
Don't jump so hard,
Beastly fellow, flower of tall
You've laid me up. That's
Bad manners. I hold the ace, see?
What do you have?
Angel Heurtebise pushes me;
And you, Lord Jesus, mercy,
Lift me, raise me to the corner
Of your pointed knees;
Undiluted pleasure. Thumb, untie
The rope! I die.
Angel Heurtebise and angel
Cegeste killed in the war-what a wondrous
The role of scarecrows
Whose gesture no frightens
The cherries on the heavenly cherry trees
Under the church's folding door
Accustomed to the gesture yes.
My guardian angel, Heurtebise,
I guard you, I hit you,
I break you, I change
Your guard every hour.
On guard, summer! I challenge
You, if you're a man. Admit
Your beauty, angel of white lead,
Caught in a photograph by an
Explosion of magnesium.