Miet Warlop / NTGent

Ghost Writer and the Broken Hand Break
30 sep
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15 nov
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  • tue 13 nov 2018
    20:00 - 21:00
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  • wed 14 nov 2018
    20:00 - 21:00
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  • thu 15 nov 2018
    20:00 - 21:00
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  • sun 30 sep 2018
    15:00 - 16:00
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  • sun 30 sep 2018
    21:00 - 22:00
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  • wed 3 oct 2018
    20:00 - 21:00
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  • thu 4 oct 2018
    20:00 - 21:00
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  • sat 6 oct 2018
    20:00 - 21:00
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  • tue 9 oct 2018
    20:00 - 21:00
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  • wed 10 oct 2018
    20:00 - 21:00
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  • thu 11 oct 2018
    20:00 - 21:00
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A modern, western version of the whirling dervish

"Spinning, turning, swirling"

 

A talk with Miet Warlop

“What is your true matter of practice?” a ghost writer asked Miet Warlop once. “Electric jellyfish”, she said. “In transition. From tension to attention, from breathing to singing, from focus to staring, from staring to starring. Vibrating with the smallest detail in galaxy. And there is no frame to add, only gravity. In obeying its pull I will stick one of my hands to the
heaven and the other one to the ground. My voice chords will tremble, but I will stay calm. My right ear will tune to the left, and my left one - to the right. Boundlessness will kick in. Without ever stopping the movement I will start singing songs you wrote about matters of life, death and shapeshifting. I will not be teaching wet plaster how to dry this time. Two or maybe more bodies will be spinning around their axis next to me, but keep in mind - it is not me who is in the center, neither you nor anyone else whose biography you wanted to use. Their speed will be different. They will be in all kinds of futures and pasts, making sounds with their instruments and tongues, all aligned with their feet. No culmination will clap on a horizon – the horizon is in circle too. When a time will come to stop, we will look at our own palms and break the spell of never-ending transition. The truth is always somewhere there.”

“What an odour of suggestions to follow,” the ghost-writer thought and went to write the songs. They turned out to be about illusion, perceptual gags, invisible break ups, self-optimisation, present and now that it all started, nowciousness. Nothing remained true to the cyclical order of things.

text: Raimundas Malasauskas

Marc Antoine Serra
Marc Antoine Serra

Credits

Concept: Miet Warlop
Music and performance: Pieter De Meester, Wietse Tanghe, Miet Warlop
Lyrics: Raimundas Malasauskas, Miet Warlop, Pieter De Meester
Production Manager: Seppe Cosyns
Sound Engineer: Bart Van Hoydonck
Light Design: Henri Emmanuel Doublier
Costumes: Karolien Nuyttens
Produced by: Miet Warlop /Irene Wool vzw & NTGent
Co-produced by: Arts Centre Vooruit Gent, HAU Hebbel am Ufer - Berlin (DE)
Thanks to: Jérôme Dupraz, Ian Gyselinck, Michiel Goedertier (LaRoy NV), Janis Van Heesbeke, Carl Gydé

(ongezien), Maarten Van Cauwenberghe, Brahim Benhaddou (@coachedbybrahim)
With the support of: Flemish Authorities, City of Ghent, Actoral. 17 Marseille (FR)

 

in copresentation with NTGent

 

€16 / 14 / 14 / 14
Language: no problem

 

images © Marc Antoine Serra 

Note: the performers will smoke during the performance.