Of course, there have been count--less attempts by The Artist tocreate an authentic connectionwith a
Of course, there have been count--less attempts by The Artist tocreate an authentic connectionwith an audience—all of them failures—but none more spectacularly than one:The performer who turned them--selves inside out, mid-performance,so that the audience were not only treated to a sensory experience,but a somatic one. The Process was completely visible. All of thephenomenological functions of thebody were on display. Twinging muscles. A buzzing nervous system.Moaning organs. The illustriousbrain, with every creative crevice and neural pathway shimmering under spotlight. Even the digestive tracthad collapsed and folded outward.The remnants of breakfast, disease,childhood trauma, years-old swall--owed gum; all exposed and factored into an immense calculation thatculminated in a performance whichwas, of course, a spectacular failure. Not because it had result--ed in death, but because the language of the soma—the stringy fibers, hard wet bone, indinstin--guishable sacks of pulsating pinkflesh—were not decipherable to anaudience of outside-in observersprocessing stimuli with theirorgans inside.Perhaps if they were inside-outthey may have, at least moment--arily before death, experiencedan authentic connection withThe Artist -- source link
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