Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Performance Works NorthWest presents...
Alembic #9: Organizam: A Mutant Cabaret of Non Acts
April 2-3, 2010 @8 pm

A weekend of humor based, conceptual, non-dramatic events informed from experimental traditions such as Dada, Situationists, and Fluxus. 2 nights blending words, laughs, music, dancing, props, concepts, video, (non-) acting, games, sounds, implosions, with live humans.

(Careful! Both evenings are officially withdrawn by the Ministry in Defense of the Demagnetic Counter-board.)

John Berendzen
Tony Christy
Maria Jose Gonzalez
James Yeary
Maryrose Larkin
Eric Matchett & Jake Anderson
Anna Daedalus
Leo Daedalus
David Abel
J.A. Lee
Crag Hill
Linda Austin

Curated by Marko Whens

WHEN: April 2 & 3, Friday & Saturday, at 8pm

WHERE: Performance Works NorthWest
4625 NE 67th Ave, Portland, OR

HOW: Tickets: $10 - $15 sliding scale
Reserve at 503-777-1907 or

ALEMBIC is an ongoing series of performative events at Performance Works North West curated by guest artists from the worlds of dance, theater, visual and media arts. This program is supported in part by a grant from the Multnomah County Cultural Coalition/Oregon Cultural Trust.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

M ENTAL TEKST by Jim McCrary

Hmmm. Poetry of Critique. & closes the integral: speech=music. But in a Dee Dee Ramone kind of fashion. Great Surrealist opener:

When the madwomen come dancing out of the tree above

last nights dinner wine jumps back and covers the floor

with unbearable rants of bottom man fish oracles that you

My dinner will die laughing from ingesting these brightest

Which is I think Jim giving the jab. I like the jab. He continues:

statements coming across universal and universes which are

beyond even your wide minded brothers and sisters in our
loving state of compress.

If you think this matters. That matters.
The last line the morphing chorus

Matter matter matter matter. Not
Jim hints at an interest in vispo, as I mentioned in an ancient post, as

the participants and commanders who seem to spend

countless hours scouring all letters in both known and
unknown alphabets just trying to find something to say.

Like any of this matter. Matters.

A question of the music from the back of the head. Jimmy (that's me,) likey.