1. |
Smearing
01:16
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Smearing
I’m smearing
Smear…
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2. |
Womb Of Drum
14:24
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3. |
Together In My Skull
02:51
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4. |
B.L.S.
02:10
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5. |
Dancing Dreamon
01:23
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I hid below your bulky skull
I wrapped around your silly bones
I sweat milk and show my teeth
There’s no hiding place
For you of me
I live inside - I’m your dancing dreamon!
Let’s find a way out of me
Let’s break the bone-wall
From within and through
My eyeholes
I still can hear the cracking voice
Of my skull
Life will tear us apart
And I see you dancing in the forest
/words by Áron Porteleki/
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6. |
Golyam Gryakh
03:57
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7. |
Palace
01:42
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Do you remember your first injury?
You, meeting pain for the first time?
Have you acquainted yourself well enough?
Does pain know its place?
Have you domesticated it, one way or another?
Give no control to pain.
/words by Patrik Kelemen/
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8. |
Pay The Pain
03:05
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Pay the Pain
Pay…
Over the fence of your self defense
Your upper body turned cold
As a no-body
Circles triangulate on your forehead
Look at your pain
Look at your leg
Back pain, blue pain, black pain
Ibuprophen
Burning body for nothing
Just ask to be paid
Pay the pain, pay
Pay the pain, pay
Ibuprophen
Pay the pain..
/words by Áron Porteleki & Patrik Kelemen/
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9. |
Enigma
09:23
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Our body is everything,
Our body is our mother,
Our body is our enemy,
Our body is our lover,
Our body is,
Pulsating networks weave through our bodies. We are a set of circulatory systems, neural pathways, muscle fibres: blood, lymph, electricity, hormones, white blood cells and antibodies, sweat, cum, saliva. Our attention engulfs both our bodies and our environment in a similar fashion. The senses pick up the wide range of mechanical and chemical stimuli. A subtle, invisible network envelops us wherever we go: this attention is immaterial yet palpable. We sense ourselves, we observe each other, we monitor our environment. There is constant noise in the body – noise and metal music.
He hates waiting, yet he had to wait till sundown.
There is a spot near his house where the soil should be still fresh.
It’s easier to handle.
As he raises his shovel,
A drip of sweat trickles down
His graying beard
Next to the leftover stains from the onion soup he had for dinner.
His throat is dry, hands grimy.
He is going to take them home.
Take them home and cut them.
Cut them and draw them.
How he likes to cut them and draw them.
They are beautiful, truly beautiful.
Honest, reeking and silent.
How far did we stray from the Vitruvian Man? When good old Leonardo drew his infamous nocturnal sketches of anatomy and physiology, what sort of curiosity guided his hands? What did he find? When the cadaver opens up, does it reveal the same grimace as that of a living, functioning body?
In his latest work, Patrik Kelemen regards dance as a phenomenon. The piece imagines an idiosyncratic, whimsical, and a somewhat perilous entity that secretly comes in touch with dancers and audiences alike.
Egyptian mummification and Mesopotamian occult healing rites. A self-indulgent, willful and whimsically dangerous substance emerges, whilst striking a clandestine pact between all biopolitical parties.
Thank you for listening.
I enter your body now.
Can you host me?
Thank you.
I don’t have hands,
I don’t have hands.
Do you have hands?
I don’t have hands.
Can I have hands?
Can I have your hands?
Can you host me?
Thank you!
Can I have your hands?
Can you give me your hands?
I don’t have hands and I need hands.
Thank you!
I have hands.
Okay, I have hands!
Okay, I feel at home
Thank you!
Aaaaah, so that’s how it feels.
I don’t have ears.
Thank you!
I have ears.
Aaaaah, so this is what it’s like to hear.
So that’s what I sound like.
So that’s what I sound like.
It’s me now.
I think i’ll stay for a while.
/words by Patrik Kelemen/
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10. |
Cryptic Bodies
04:29
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There's no grace
There’s no space
It’s just one big fucking cramp
Daring to be loud
Daring to shit yourself, to puke
And that’s okay
This is the failure of convenience
Do you remember
Your first injury?
You, meeting pain
For the first time?
Have you acquainted yourself
Well enough?
Does pain know its place?
Have you domesticated it,
One way or another?
Up there in the palace
Give no control to pain
The proprioceptive gaze opens
But you can’t quite make it out
What its lookin’ at
The architecture of attention
Is well in the works
Under-underway
Gazes interlocked
The bridge is built
/words by Patrik Kelemen/
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11. |
Your Pain
00:47
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Look at your pain..
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12. |
No-body One
03:37
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Nobody, one can only follow…
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13. |
Pōwehi
08:18
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Aron Porteleki Budapest, Hungary
Drummer, viola player and sound artist from Budapest, experimenting with free improv, folk, noise, acoustic and electronic music, movement based projects. No genres.
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