2016年5月21日下午8點。牛棚藝術村。「沒有先例：一次重塑香港錄像和新媒體藝術敘述的嘗試」（錄影太奇）
〈重塑：東西遊戲〉是一次有結構的即興演出（5月21日），是九位句點群體的成員和友好對黎肖嫻的同名裝置（2016年5月19日至6月21日）的注腳，更是活化「東西遊戲」的體驗，同時繼承「據點。句點」群體近一年以來特創的「壓力測試」表演／陳述模式。我們一同演出的是「淨化」的實踐，共謀相約的大方向的同時，各自各的精彩，是協作和申述主體的弔詭嬉戲。
八九年進念引發的〈東西遊戲〉多少披帶著美國前衛藝術的影子，同時強調詩意、音樂性、形式化。二〇一六年，身處黑盒化的編碼年代，我們朝著「演算法」(algorithm) 作藝術性的想像，使之人性化，尋找另一種的詩學、另一種的美學。
〈重塑：東西遊戲〉的演出∶
1. 「自動化。衍生序。人工智能。被設計的民主。」
2. 「勤勞的演算」
3. 「集體個別化」
4. 「無休的追憶」
概念：黎肖嫻／監製：王鎮海／水櫃製作：王鎮海、卓穎嵐／中文文本：黎偉亮／演出：黎肖嫻（現場不加思索書寫）、王鎮海、黃福權、楊鳴謙、李穎姍、王偉健、黎仲民、卓穎嵐、丁卓藍、詹可瑩
“Object-Subjectivities, the performance” was the Floating Projects Collective’s annotative enactment of Linda Lai’s installation (2016.05.19 - 2016.-6.15) with the same title. Comprising a series of structured improvisations in three acts with a coda, the performance presented cleansing via water as its overall metaphor and extended the conceptual framework of its predecessor LOOK: Object-activity (2006, theatre for video produced by Linda), itself a conscious response to Object-activities (1989) by Daniel Yung, Choi Yan-chi, Yau Ching and more.
Performed in July 1989, Object-activities originated as a cross-disciplinary art experiment, initiated by Zuni Icosahedron, and gradually evolved into a mourning space of the participating artists for recent traumas. When reworked in 2006, the piece became a one-take tableau-vivant theatre made for the video entitled LOOK: Object-activity, its focus shifted to the musicality of multi-linear parametric narration and the pictorial and formal effects of multi-stranded actions on a single theatre space. Whereas the 2006 iteration suggested a time and mind at ease, Object-Subjectivities in 2016 asserts the therapeutic power of communication via doing things together. The principle of “collective co-individuation” manifests itself in a play with objects: each performer follows his/her own self-made “algorithmic” routines, together forming a meditative space with multi-stranded performance, meant to invite sharing and exchange.
Act One: ”automation, emergence, artificial intelligence, programmed democracy”
Act Two: ”hardworking algorithms”
Act Three: ”collective co-individuation”
Coda: ”relentless remembering”
Total performance time: about 40 minutes
Concept/structure: Linda LAI; Producer: WONG Chun-hoi; Water closet (design): WONG Chun-hoi, Wing CHEUK; Chinese text: LAI Wai-leung; Performers: Linda LAI (live automatic writing), WONG Chun-hoi, Andio LAI, WONG Fuk-kuen, Hugo YEUNG, Fiona LEE, Kenji WONG, Anna CHIM, DING Cheuk-laam, and Wing CHEUK
https://www.floatingprojectscollective.net/events/object-subjectivities-fpc-performing-no-references
2016.05.15
Rehearsal
請靜候。。。
據點。句點。說一句就一句。
舞台？
這裏？
哪裡？
我站的這裏。
快開場啦？
準備道具。
還是已經開始？
紅的。
綠色的。
藍的。
紅皮書綠皮書藍皮書白皮書
九因歌。
一一得一
二四如八
他們在容容細雨（？）嘻嘻私語。
他在叫開場。How to cross from one act to the next?
One is standing. Everyone else sitting…
Ah…. Too many soft fabric
Sleep….
Sleep…
Talk to yourself…
Things to talk about? Whom to talk to?
Can we integrate?
Shall we start?
Are we ready?
ACT I … stand by…
What’s the orientation? What’s the shape of the stage? Where will the audience be?
Hong Kong Kong Kong Asia Hong Hong history geography… let’s assume we know…
LET’S ASSUME WE KNOW…
LET’S ASSUME WE KNOW…
THAT’S improvisation…
Are we there yet?
ACT 1. ACT I. ACT I. ACT.
House light? On off?
Do we need to “enter”?
Or just be there?
How to start? That’s the question.
How do we know we’ve started? That’s the question.
It’s one thing to start, it’s another to know we are starting…
Start in order to start.
主席。註釋。
設計自己的步法。
Timer is now working…
They are now picking up books from the floor.
What for?
Is this Act One?
Where is the panel controller?
Picking up and putting down. Putting down and picking up. All about rules. Rules + walking
Patterning.
有板有眼
有板有眼
有板有眼
有板有眼
一，二．一，二二。三個人
四條隊。
With excitement.
Mechanically.
In clear measures.
Tired? Sore feet?
An observer is observing.
What’s going on on the other side of the stage?
Half blind. Half in the know.
Cat-walking.
Ah… getting there…
Hardworking soldiers…
Learn from the ants. Collaboration.
Collaboration by individuation.
Mission complete?
Mission almost possible…
White Paper. White book.
I write. I narrow down your attention.
She says she’s exhausted. She’s hissing.
Hissing. Sighing. Getting frustrated.
6 minutes long waiting… working. Finally
Finally in 2 piles…
Act TWO
是那一天
我聽過這種雨聲。
雨下得很大。藏著。藏著。
他的喃喃自語。
她，在找尋。
What’s she looking for?
Corinthian Maid in the 20th century. Oh no 21st.
Drawing one’s own shadow. To enliven?
To release?
Too much noise. All kinds of noises
Uncertain shifts. Stares and stares…
Yearning for movement.
What’s on the wall?
What’s on tv?
I hear water running. But water rushes inward…
Too much chalk. White on white
A shaking hand. A shaking palm. A shaking glove
I’m after you… you, that’s you.
前面。後面。
防衛。
方威。
方位。
影子溶化了，在
強勢中，扭曲了心情。
Pause. Next scene.
It is still running – disregard what’s going on.
7 minutes.
Once again…
She crawls…
She draws… her own shadow…
It simmers…
Are you rehearsing?
Here? Now?
Green is all over the place.
I don’t believe it.
Kowloon Tong. Kowloon City.
A park. The park.
Gibberish. Murmurs…
An orchestration of noise.
An orchestration of pulses…
A symphony of desires…
She gets caught.
She keeps on reaching out to her own shadows.
COME OUT COME OUT COME OUT
Do you see him? Do you see her?
Come out of your own comfort zone.
Yearning is yawning.
Fast. Fast beat.
Knitting the strings. Pluck the wood.
What is it?
LISTEN. LISTEN. SHE’S OUT. ALONE. ALONE.
EATING HER OWN WORDS.
HE IS DRAWING OUT THE WORST OF THE STRONG STRRONG STRING.
LITTLE ROBOT LITTLE BUDDY ROBOT.
ROUND AND ROUND IN CIRLCES
CURTAIN UP CURTAIN DOWN
CURTAIN ABSENT.
SHE WRITES. SHE SINGS. SHE
HESITATES.
CAN YOU SPARE ME SOME SPACE?
CAN YOU GRUMBLE AND MUMBLE AND TUMBLE AND LOOK?SLIDIND AWAY. SLIDING OUT.
SIDEWAY. WITHOUT SUNRISE WITHOUT SUNSET….
你一句我一句。莎莎沙沙。坐下來。聽。
空白一片。可以談談嗎？
語言失效。我在找尋那一個失去了的自此字詞。
小黃鴨喝了一口怨氣。
我只想靜靜的呼吸。
想靜靜的呼吸。
想靜靜的呼吸。
想靜靜的呼吸。
想靜靜的呼吸。
想靜靜的呼吸。
ACT THREE
團團轉。
偏左。
水東東
Enters a Water Closet…
Gibberish gibberish what is here and I wanted to eat a business plan without which the earth may collapse
Drip drop
Drip drop
Sa sa sa
Lingering walk
She sings
I write
Moving around…
Tick tack tack tc
Tick tick tick tack
Tack tick tack tick
Hmmm………..Wa……
A bird is inside the tank.
Swim the bird…
Run the run
Rung ring rang rung
Water runs….
城隍成城
九龍城
黃
光
四
與卡達
ldkicjale
低麼
lihil木，及喔
摩羯路口 i
姐姐ohiy
我的手不知道在什麼時候送了給人
個資格 各自各
聲差
因差
語言
，
喲
。一片
，on
影片了tg
卡佛
卡卡卡卡
喲喲喲
颼颼颼颼嘶嘶嘶嘶聲
風雨。話 。另名。蕭條。抵用阿嬤處理
訂定
wo
我做了一個夢。不是夢。是水。深水。潛水。
淺淺的水。
不知道為什麼是水。因為是雨。所以我可一不再。
怎樣重複。我。我。你。水。水。水。
今天晚上會回家嗎？
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2016.05.21
Object-Subjectivities: FPC performing at NO REFERENCES 《重塑「東西遊戲」》／據點。句點群體演出於《沒有先例》
ACT ONE AUTOMATION EMERGENCE ORGANIZED DEMOCRACY
Orderly orderly. Great sense of order.
Everyone his/her own set of rules.
Pick up. Put down. Put up and put down.
One person one rhythm.
3 persons 3 colliding sets of rhythm.
Step sideway. Casually roaming…
90 degree turns.
Diligent soldiers – diligent.
Did you break your own rules?
Backward. Forward.
One stride 3 feet. Two strides 1 foot.
Hello, good morning!
Mr. Resnick. Are you there?
Telepathic presence, or …
Hurry hurry.
Ants can do. What about you?
Michael’s telepathic presence.
I don’t know if you know…
But it is quite slow. So slow. When will the job be done?
Since
Since
15 books into 2 piles. Two piles plus one.
Go forward. Forward. I’m losing my beats.
Are you keeping your counts?
Straight ahead. Good transportation requires speed, or not?
Are we supposed to like this?
Do we do this every day?
Walking is good. You feel the ground. Feel the ground. Feel the ground.
Grab the floor with your toes.
Mark your time. Mark. Walk through space.
Each person a different biological clock.
Your fast is his slow.
You mumble. She is deafened.
You look straight. You see nothing.
Keep the rules. Keep the speed.
What is it that I’m watching?
I’m watching my mental space being filled with your psychological pulse.
One two and two and thru and thru…
Exercise. Exercise books. Blue. Red. Green. White.
Black. Black . Black.
The book is reading itself. Put it down. Pick it up.
Is that all to the rules? Your pulse. His pulse, and her pulse.
She is she. He is he.
ACT TWO / DILIGENT SOLDIERS
More books. Books not for reading, but for transporting.
I write through air. I speak through smokes. I wonder…
I ponder… I need not know why.
I was flying away with my object.
What is your object?
Does your object make a sound? What sound?
Is the sound of an object the sound from an object?
Electricity Failure…
Has Act Two started already?
Has the back stage become the front stage?
Act 2 starts with noise. Ah yes, noise and noises…
What I saw is what I hear. What I heard is what I read now…
She steps on and on and on. Light flies. Light spins. Light turns. An ocean of sounds also spinning. He is also spinning. Spinning a rule. Spinning a snake. No, a rope. No, a snake. Yes, a snake.
Pressure up and down. I’m afraid of light. I worry about snakes. And there, he’s telling stories that I can’t read. What’s your story? Is that your story?
16th century. Spring. Spring Festival. The play of light.
Firecrackers. Fire works. Light, the magical.
And she…. Look! He’s calling us….
She – Corinthian Maid turn narcissistic….
A shadow she draws. Chalk on black.
Swirling….. sound and sight.
A pile of chalk. A set of routine.
Routines plus routines.
She’s bored. He ate the story.
He crossed the line. She remains calm.
May I see the shadow?
Walks walk walking
Tearing.
I walked down Kennedy Road, and found my thought wavering.
I walked down Robinson Road. The earth turns red and she was laughing.
Look up. Look down. Crawling with a chain is not the same as crawling with a rope.
Falling. Faltering.
Columbus’ ship is moving fast. Be there. Up here. Islands of the south….
Everyone in one’s place. Fast fast and fast. Drop your gun.
Find it? Got it? Water falling. I’ve never thought of eating a pair of scissors.
Individuation. Collaboration. Collective Individuation. Individuated Collectivity. Collaborative individuality.
She gets it. Excited at how light moves.
Roaming. Sneezing. Nothing stops them.
Hush hush. The story telling is re-telling the story of 1989.
That year, a typhoon came. Everyone was on the street, Soaked inside out, everyone was burning. Burning in anger: please do not tell me.
I know I’m Chinese.
Heat doesn’t sustain unless you keep fueling it. Fuel. Burn. Zig-zaz round.
Pure exercise. Movement speaks. Routine speaks…
Would you like to join us?
Ah… together they sort out a consensus.
Doubts.
Doubts. Skepticism. He turns around. The story goes on. I write on.
I don’t mean to hurt you. What are you still contemplating the meaning of this performance? Yes, something caught their attention finally. One united gaze. One fixed view. One.
Sweet slumber.
I made a dream last night.
I saw the sky filled with red balloons…
I felt the yellow gust brushing through… and then.//…
They moved together….
Water drops on my head.
We need electricity.
Electricity found us.
Can I continue with our stories?
What do we do with water?
Each one his or her own routine.
He continues with his story.
He remembers the umbrellas.
He’s listening. She’s reading. Read aloud. Read aloud.
Marxism. Capitalism. Democratic liberalism. Maoism. Totalism. Conservatism. Fascism. Conservative democracy. Democratic conservatism
Barbaricism…
What can we do to take this away?
A ghostly visit. Make sure Alice doesn’t come.
But Alice is already here.
LAST NIGHT,
I HAD A DREAM…
FISH POUR DOWN FROM THE RED SKY
A YELLOW GUST BRUSHED BY
BLUE RAIN POURS….
BLACK THUNDERS LOOM OVER….
I WAS WALKING DOWN KENNEDY ROAD.
I TURNED INTO … … … … … TAT HONG ROAD.
I HEARD. I HEARD YOU. I HEARD YOU. FOR HOW MANY MORE TIMES
DO WE HAVE TO HEAR YOU?
A LETTER TO THE UMBRELLA.
I WANT WATER.
I DON’T UNDERSTAND WATER. BUT…
I NEED WATER.
CODA CODA CODACODACODACODA…
THE TELLER HAS STOPPED. Is she going to tell the next story?
What do you want to hear?
… … … … … … … …
we move. We are.
Communism. Anarchism. Socialism. Social Liberalism. Liberalism. Conservative liberalism. Fascism. Populism. Capitalism. Liberalism. Neo Liberalism. Imperialism.
HISTORY SUBMERGED…
“Mom, what’s inside this bottle?”
“Cooking oil…”
warming up. Kicking icking. Strolling trolling. Spiking. Piking. Definitely spiking.
Good soldiers. Ants in an army.
Michael Resnick in Hong Kong…
A kick is a kick. A kick is an articulation.
Of what? Guess what?
“Mom, what’s in this bag?
“Chinese brown sugar.”
“Mom, mom, …”
Ssssshhhhhhhh…….
Have we started? Are we already performing?
Back stage. Front stage. No difference.
We’re about to start.
Let me tell you a story:
HISTORY SUBMERGED…
“Mom, what’s inside this bottle?”
“Cooking oil…”
warming up. Kicking icking. Strolling trolling. Spiking. Piking. Definitely spiking.
Good soldiers. Ants in an army.
Michael Resnick in Hong Kong…
A kick is a kick. A kick is an articulation.
Of what? Guess what?
“Mom, what’s in this bag?
“Chinese brown sugar.”
“Mom, mom, …”
Ssssshhhhhhhh…….
“Mom, what are the dots on the bread?”
“Mould-growth…”
“Mom, mom, mom, …”
Shsssshssssshsss…. “keep quiet.”
“Mom, mom, mom, …”
The following morning, that is, the following, morning it is….
Mike, Mike, are you here?
We are about to begin…
We begin with you, in commemoration….
Ants, the ants, ants in a pan. Rushes through…
Stumbling, tumbling over… I keep writing…
You are waiting for a strange performance to begin.
It has begun. When when when?
Flaaaaaa, Blooooooo
OBJECT-SUBJECTIVITIES
ACT ONE / EMERGENCE, AUTOMATISM, CONTROLLED DEMOCRACY.
Each one a routine of sorts. Each everyone. His five minutes is his 7 minutes. Every beat of hers is half a beat in his other clock.
Pick up. Put down. Pick p. put= down.. ====
A logic of sorts….
Can’t you hear? Did you see? Something is going on.
“Mum, Mum, Mom, Mom, ….”
SSssshhhhhh
Horizontal stride. Vertical walk. Flying through.
Resnick’s spirit is here. Fully automated. Fully personalized.
Stay away. Collide. Do not compromise. Your routine is your routine. Not his. Not hers. I stick to my routine.
A routine is a series of short actions…
Must be repeated. A routine is a series of short actions repeating….
Multiplication.
One pile. Two piles. Two into one piles. MAGIC!!!!!
ARE YOU DONE? Routine setting in. I’m lost. Lost in my routine of writing.
I can’t stop. If I do, I’ll lose contact with you all.
All and all and let’s not fall.
Fall. Fail.
In front of me the books disappeared and reappeared.
Black.
White.
Blue.
Red.
Books of rules. Our only signs of democracy.
I had a dream last night.
Rain pours . I walked to CMC. There was a snake in blue.
Ah….. completed! Congratulations, Mr. Michael Resnick.
All well trained.
Well behaved. Collaboration contained….
Did I hear your moving and fussing around?
ACT TWO
DILIGENT SOLDIERS. DILIGENT DIGITAL SOLDIERS.
Power! Let there be light.!.!
It’s raining really hard. I can’t bear it.
Talk to the rain. Talk to ….?????
A tone. A signal. Without sources. Without an author. A television sings on its own. It speaks its own language. NOISE – NOISE is its music.
Flows in….
Pours out…
4 feet of space in front of me.
2 feet on my right. A light lights….
Crawling. Ground-wise.
Imagine you’re also up there.
Swirling… Swirling…. Sound wavesswirlinga ropeis swirling…alightbulbis swirling…..
Take me out.
Step by step she figure out her measures.
Did he as well?
Strike harder… keep going.
The ocean is full of thoughts.
My mind, though, is empty.
Strike. Strike. Strike.
Is she still in chain?
Is the story-teller still on?
It was 1989 – May….
A typhoon was striking Hong Kong.
She was strolling, lost in deep thoughts.
Everyone was on the street.
Soaked inside out, but burning inside.
No time to sleep. No mood to hide….
Out on the street. OUT ON THE STREET.
That night in Beijing….
There was no theft.
There was no riot.
There was not a sound of dispute…
But the security was on…. Marshal law…. Is on.
Two cities…. Linked by light and a swirling snake.
Did I say snake? I mean a rope. Rope is not snake. But yes, a rope is a snake….
Yearning, Yawning. The story-teller goes….
Do not mark my territory. Please please please…
Stand up. I’m not running out of gas yet. I believe. I believe. I tried. I believe.
What’s the next story?
Tell me more.
Your routine has become my noise, my barricade.
Hush hush hush. In a hurry in a pause…
I
HAD
A DREAM
LAST NIGHT.
LAST NIGHT.
BLUE RAIN POURS….
I WAS WALKING DOWN KENNEDY ROAD
INTO KENNEDY STREET – 2 WORLDS, BOTH IN WANCHAI, WITH THE BLUE HOUSE IN BETWEEN
HOME, HOME. LOST IN THOUGHT.
Can you look up?
Alice is here Alice ishere Aliceishere……
Light brings darkness,
Darkness brings a roar …
Roar. Pause…
Where are we in the story?
Gibberish. Doodles. Gibberish. Doodles.
Tracing her path. Tracing my path.
Last night I had a dream….
There was nothing around. A stream of silver light sneaked in…. Frightened. Two bowls colliding. Two persons colliding.
You have carried me away to a land of no stories…
Tell no stories. Tell no more stories…..
Cleaning up. Lighting the way.
They found each other and was trying to sort out the best possible position.
Blink no more.
Suddenly….
Suddenly….
Gradually….
Once upon a time…
That year…
That month…
I lost my mind.
Once upon a time…
That year…
That month…
I regained my tears.
Slowly… carefully. Don’t trip over….
Quietly. Nervously. What’s next?
When is ACT THREE going to begin?
Or are we already there?
No. Not according to the script. What’s next?
Touch ground. Touch wood. Lost in light. Lost in darkness, lost in noise. Lost in water…. Lost in rain.
Raise your umbrella.
How are you? Good morning.
ACT THREE ACT THREE ACT THREE ACT THREE
I’m waiting. Are you all waiting?
A moment of silence. Think about what?
Thoughtlessness. Mindlessness. Speechlessness. Fighting for the next moment to come.
I heard a sound. I heard it. It’s coming. It’s coming.
It’s coming. I want to be out. On stage. May I? When? What’s the cue?
Do I get your permission?
ACT THREE
INDIVIDUATED COLLABORATION
That is:
Individuality subject to collectivity
That is:
Collectivity substantiated by individuality
I hope. I hope not….
When? Where?
Who are you now?
Touch it.
Do something about it.
Take it away. Take it home.
Walk around it.
Tie it up.
Fathoming.
Strike strikestrike……….
Sssshhhhhh…..
Capitalism.
Communism.
Liberalism.
Conservative liberalism
Anarchism.
Free will free spirit.
Green books green books.
Government green books.
Save me help me.
I don’t understand.
Count your days….
I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT
GREEN BOOKS PILED UP ON THE STREET.
I WALK DOWN KENNEDY ROAD.
I WALK DOWN KENNEDY STREET.
I WALK DOWN TAT CHEE AVENUE.
I WALK DOWN TAT HONG AVENUE.
I WALK DOWN PRINCE EDWARD ROAD.
I WALK DOWN NATHAN ROAD….
It’s the same thought same story.
I …. See a red sky filled with blue balloons.
A yellow gust brushed by. Mildly. Not sure which direction to go.
We are here. We are here. That’s for certain.
This is NOT noise.
98 BC
143 AD
376 AD
1900
1921
1934
1935
1989
1989
1989
1990
1991
1992
1993
2016
THE END??????
PERHAPS.
DO YOU WANT MORE????
Let’s celebrate. We are HERE.
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[Automatic writing by Linda LAI during the performance]
