Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Text Score, attempt one: TALKING

Place a walkie talkie on the table next to you. Look at it. Do not look at anyone else's walkie talkie. Turn it on and consider what turning it on means. Turn it off when you are ready. Turn it on again, when you are ready. When you are ready, set it to a station that feels like the right station for you to communicate. Consider your fingers. Finger the walkie talkie button. Hold the walkie talkie until you feel compelled to speak. Speak. Words. Hum. Listen to others speaking. Consider the person who speaks to you. Answer their sound with a sound. Click your fingernails on the table. Answer their noise with a noise, or, sound to call a sound. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat until you are finished. Leave the walkie talkie on. When you are ready, hold the button and listen to the white noise. Let go. Silence.

7 comments:

Dana said...

Hey sneakie, when did you write this?

I love it. It's a gem. I not only love reading it, I would love to see it performed.

amber said...

Thanks dear! I sort of just decided to do it. And so I did. I'm glad you like it. This project will be fun!

Dana said...

I got super excited after seeing yours. I've been thinking about how musical my computer keyboard is. If we have rehearsals/jam sessions/happenings we need to make sure we have at least one computer keyboard in the mix.

amber said...

We can do a piece that takes place in an office environment. Staplers. Copy machines. Printers. Keyboards. Computer beeps and hums. Maybe a true typewriter. The cash ching. Modem tone. Pencils in a pencil can. Opening and closing drawers. Filing. File cabinets. Phones ringing. ETC

Dana said...

We should just go to my office and do it there. It has all of those things, and also neat things like purified DNA, but I don't think we're allowed to touch that.

amber said...

We should use your office. I bet we could be inspired by the DNA rampant and naked around us.

Dana said...

The DNA is a lot less exciting than it seems.

I can ask my people if it's OK to come in with a poet friend some weekend and make noise with the office supplies. They might not think that's a strange request. Might. Not.