Of Course, there are worlds to come : Moments of learning
At a round dinner table
Angelica Falkeling in ‘conversation’
with Jack Halberstam and life sustained practices.
A scientist I know in the field of renewable energy research told me that humanity has 100 years left on earth.
Time to make babies, says the woman next to us.
Listen to me, I have been educated 3
Together the two teachers mentioned above organised a separatist hang-out-group for girls. We had an hour a week with an x-tra Pedagogue. We did talkative exercises in how to say nooooo, fuck off and in doing so map out how to be in solidarity with each other on the school yard. It was a time when all of us discovered our bodies in relation to sexuality. Don’ t be shy, touch my feet! Boys ran after us with their dicks hanging out and made ‘ camera holes’ in the showers.
This all depends on how we are looking.
A teacher and two friends of mine eat Rijsttafel (a Dutch word translated into English as ‘rice table’) at restaurant Indonesia in Rotterdam. White table cloth. Red soft chairs, almost arm chairs. The sentences above is said out loud in a tone of humour but contains modern Western rationale in a nutshell. Enlightenment has the answers, reproduction is a reason for life and white privilege can get and take everything, often all at once. Grab!
- How would you describe how we spoke
about trade during this week’s seminar?
- As an exchange without profit?
- But obviously accountable, but on what
- What was the myth of merchandise?
- A character in mythology?
- I’m not sure.
- I don’t trust my notes.
In a whatsapp chat after a seminar with a teacher who on equally terms as Halberstam embrace the character SpongeBob SquarePants, as a base to live life otherwise, to poke holes of the norms of success and competition by practice generosity. To grab for gaga, the phony. It’s the place and time when colour can be shared, to give and receive reciprocally.
No one is masturbating - on and off stage, still
Jante - late teenage rebellion, still
The other one let me visit her house.
Did you know that arm wrestling is a technique and running is a practice?
Me and my friend played football in her garden with her husband. Later on he happened to become our gym teacher.
It was a time when I got muscles.
When seen and defined as a girl, I only needed to enter sports hall, run a circle dressed in T-shirt and shorts doing some warm-up to get the highest grade. I was visible and never conformed to ‘girls-in-corners-spectrum’, instead I screamed, I’m behind, pass, front, left. Boom!
I was totally unafraid of physical body contact and its aftermath. Brushes with pain. My short little light body was quick on the floor. I rehearsed, got the moves. So when boys pushed their hips towards mine, I flew metres before I hit the bouncy plastic carpet. I was back up on my feet two seconds later. Sweaty!
Once some guys stole my sports bra so
I couldn’t participate. I cried. The teacher cheered me on cause he knew that I
could beat them all in individual tests
of strength and endurance.
So I make up my own. I found Jack Halberstam’s Gaga Feminism – Sex, Gender And The End of Normal and The Queer Art of Failure during a time when I tried to think through how to continue making work as a non-binary white person, artist, writer and thinker in relation to my trashy plastic costumes, temporary stage-sets, camp, messy greenscreen pop and speech improvisation, as love, art and performance?
In short and in general, how to continue
to be visible on stage? At the time, I was based in Malmö, Sweden. I was exhausted by the criticism -articulated by a small
circle of the political left and an exclusive academic elite – of queer entanglement
in aesthetics, shapes and motions mirrored
When you hold gaga in your hand or can you keep it in your pocket, where do you get your pleasures from, Mr. Krab? What are the alternatives to ironic cynicism (which seems to lead to deep depression) on the one hand, and blind naïve enthusiasm on the other?
In a small town in the late 1990s white feminism was a practice before it was a word. I was around 10 years old and a student in a school which had just employed two energetic, freshly graduated female teachers in their early 30’s. By my late 20’s I, understood that these two women had taken part in courses in norm critiques, gender and queer studies from a slightly intersectional point of view in their University studies.
What a relief!
I remember how one of them let my white blank A4 paper hang on the wall together with all the others kids’ fantastic drawings. She grabbed it from my desk without any judgement. I couldn’t move my colour pencils to music. Blocked brain. No fantasy. Can you imagine?How did this person end up as a visual artist? A white monochrome on 80 grams standardised paper. What the fuck?!
Halberstam asks, Can we find an aesthetic that maps onto anarchy and stages refusal of late-capitalist logics? What is the erotic economy for such work? 1
Grab gaga! Halberstam suggests, Lady Gaga is positively Warholesque in her love of attention and absolutely masterful in her use of celebrity, fashion, and gender ambiguity to craft and transmit multiple messages about new matrices of race, class, gender, and sexuality, and even about the meaning of the human. 2
We can not know where knowledge will hit us and in what form. We can never assume, what, how and when I became a dancing queen. Why do I tell you this? Because
for one night only the whole school and parents became our separatist hang-
out-groups audience. I was some sort of princess with glittery moustache and my friend some sort of red velvet royal. I want to think we made out on stage, but not sure if it actually happened. When the ‘female’ formations of young girls knew how to grab gaga we set up a theatre play in the gym hall. It was some sort of clash between Cinderella, Batman and Fantastic Mr. Fox, like a solo each but still on shared intimate common ground. For an hour expressions of masculinity and femininity were totally fluid. To grab gaga in a world of queens, kings, mice, horses and furniture. Water-colour our make-up. Drag a practice before it was a word so of course, there are worlds to come. It was punk and anarchy in an institutional setting before those were words in my life.
In What Matters To Me and Why4 Halberstam shares, the first moments of learning. It is 1976, Sex Pistols had been on British Television for the first in the classroom the next morning the teacher asks
- What did you think about yesterday’s performance?
- Baaahhhhh, this is pathetic screamed
most of the them.
But from ‘nowhere’, a guy in the back row suddenly stood up. He had never said a word, didn’t seem to have anything to say in a class full of normative social rules for speech and behaviour. What we think about as nowhere is often situated in the belly. He had fed himself with music and made a statement on behalf of punk.
For Halberstam anarchy and punk can
be an education in how to become experts in performing refusal on stage. In the spotlight do we say nooooooo! Fuck off! Halberstam again: Can we find an aesthetic that maps onto anarchy and stages refusal of late-capitalist logics? What is the erotic economy for such work? To grab, gaga?!
When the bullet of air hits you (in moments of learning) is it the first step to on your own terms carve space and time for things that in that particular space and time, might not seem to have time and space? How to make it move? Flow by scrreaaammm, bullshit! Spit! AAAAHHHHH!
Frisbee as Roundtable, pvc plast, plate rack
Frisbee as roundtable
As lots amount of food digest in my belly I learn that Rijsttafel is a Dutch Colonial feast. A banquet as exotic snapshot in order to enjoy a wide array of small dishes in a single event. Why do we still think that something like overview exists? As if you could visit the Indonesian archipelagos all at once, grab, grab, eat, swallow!
In one of the villages on the Palestinian West Bank not destroyed, depopulated and occupied by the Israeli army, there’s a man who hands out Frisbees every Friday during the protest. We walk down to the wall from the village after the prayer. If we don’t walk down to the wall, the military move the concrete wall a couple of meters in order to shrink the village. Nooooo fuck off!
Grab, gaga! In the evening we speak about the chemical components of the teargas. How does it effect our bodies and brains? We watch the clips from the day and share food. On that particular day, I sat on top of a hill with a group of small kids, too young to breathe it, to be hit, but learning by watching. It was my turn to pretend to
have imaginary overview, to call lawyers
if anyone was taken away, to keep water,
to run to the car with the stretcher if we need to carry someone. A body and voice between the women cooking for us and
the men who protect land. Division.
The frisbees handed out are made out
of plastic in different colors. With black markers write people different messages, catch me if you can!
This all depends on how we are looking.
Me and my friends’ lesbian apartment became a secret scene of survival both ways. For me, to learn how to move my
hips and shoulders in different directions was my main task. A lot of energy and fun without drugs while people looked me in the eyes. To the left, to the left. I didn’t need to be a shy dancer, as if, hey I’m dancing on my own, the Western European way of bouncing up and down, often with the gaze pointed down to the floor. The techno I was used to felt totally pathetic in a room where touch and gaze suddenly didn’t need to be sexual at first sight.
Most of what I learned from gay, bi, lesbian and trans people during my time
in Palestine didn’t take place on the field of burning olive trees but on temporary dance floors. Neither did it happen in the car boots where you were hidden. I drove you over the boarder to let you fuck with men you had never met and would never see, touch or meet again. If they would have stopped our car, I would probably never see you again. The first time we meet, you asked.
- Where are you from?
- I’m gay, nice to meet you.
Screenshot from Lada Gaga, The Edge of Glory
1 Jack Halbertsam,
”No Church in the Wild” Anarchy Now, essay included in Pink Labor on Golden Street Queer Art Practices, Sternberg Press, 2015 p. 210
2 J. Jack Halberstam, Gaga Feminism – Sex, Gender, and the End of Normal, Beacon Press Boston, 2012 p. 5
3 Eileen Myles, Not Me, Semiotext(e) Native Agent Series, 1991 p. 16
4 What Matters To Me And Why: Jack Halberstam, USCCollege,
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h-TqxOU--eU 2013, accsessed 2017-02-27
Until 2 April, MAMA is showing Caetano's exhibition 'Is there any world to come?' The center piece to the exhibition, the 'Poder Soundsystem', both stage and easy-access music system where Caetano passes on the mic to our visitors, inspired us to invite Angelica Falkeling in conversation with Jack Halbertsam. Falkeling's practice deals with stereotypes, fashion and performance from an intersectional point of view. Jack Halberstam is professor of Amercian Studies and Ethnicity, Gender Studies and Comparative Literature at USC and author of ao. Gaga Feminsim, The Queer Art of Failure and Female Masculinity.
On 11 March a conversation took place between Angelica and Jack, its recording can be found here and will be made available via our soundcloud soon.
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Met dank aan/With thanks to: Milou Brockhus, Caetano Carvalho, Vrienden van/Friends of Younes Chokry, Angelica Falkeling, Jack Halbertsam, Wayne Horse, Willem de Kan, Dennis Muñoz Espadiña, Pendar Nabipour, Pien Poncin,
Tommy Ventevogel, Marloes de Vries, Lilith Zone.
THISISMAMA verschijnt twee keer als zelfstandige webpublicatie in aanloop naar de lancering van MAMA’s nieuwe webomgeving tijdens de opening van het nieuwe culturele seizoen 2017-2018. / THISISMAMA will be released twice as a stand alone webpublication prior to the launch of MAMA’s new webplatform timed with the opening of the cultural season 2017-2018.
Kevin van Vlierden,
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