Jesus, chillax John!

John.GET A LIFE.

Good logic John. I saw two games of football and hurling last week that were shocking, therefore the GAA is rubbish. Generalise much?

Calm down John, you’re overreacting.

In 1967 (not 1968 as commonly thought) Roland Barthes killed the author. For some authors, artists and directors this was a mercy killing. Last night I viewed ‘Make, I am’. This piece is wrongly listed as dance; it is clearly a Performance Art piece which was painfully realised by one viewer at least.
Thanks to Barthes I was in a position to pepper this dull affair with a narrative perhaps beyond that of the artist’s intention. The piece opens with the M.C lip syncing to a safety message and then falling into a kind of trance educing rocking motion made slightly disturbing by the player’s fixed gazed and morose expression aimed towards the viewers.
There is an immediate sense that this piece relates to the ritual of dance intermixed with religious undertones. The author of the piece is a permanent presence onstage, at one point the viewers are plunged into darkness and his face is projected onto a female dancer’s stomach while his powerful singing voice fills the room; all of this serves to create a Delphic scene as though the voice of a god is speaking from within a female possessed.
Further religious aspects involve the two loaves of bread produced by one performer. Bread is a common enough symbol in this part of the world. Initially it seems as though the performer is arbitrarily pulling it apart but she places the bread abruptly in the other player’s mouths halting their singing. It is possible that this is represents the silencing of ritualistic singing or individuality with a Eucharistic essence. She then places the hollowed loaves on her feet and proceeds to take up various dance positions. I would suggest the viewer consider the ephemeral quality of bread and its use as dancing shoes combined with the aged dancer.
If it is the case that the writer of this piece is making a commentary on the evolutionary link between dance, ritual and religion or the nature of authorship, religion and dance then this is acceptable but hardly an original concept. However, if unlike me you’re not grounded in an art historical background leading to the possibility of adding more than may be there, expect to play along with those applauding the emperor’s new clothes or face an hour wishing you were somewhere else. The meaning of this piece would be so elusive to some that if I were the author I’d feel a little like a child with a stick trying to convince everyone it was a stallion.

Absolut Fringe = Absolute rubbish.

Well now u have got ur answer!!!! Nonsense zzzzzz