I have a performance in Kiasma theatre on 6th of May 2014. Here's a draft of my script (part of it).
Why am I writing a play? I haven't presented this question to anyone but myself. My previous works have been —not plays. I haven't done "big work" before. And I won't do it tonight, either.
I urge you, go do that thing you wanna do. Don't be here, not that you can't, but don't, if you want something else, something for yourself. God, that's short-sighted of me. Of course you're here for yourself. This is you getting off on me trying to get it on.
I believe in this no-form, no-content thing I do. Content is missing because I love someone else.
It's like I'm tagging Kiasma theatre. They'll remove the tag soon, unless I get famous. Preserving is funny like that. Imagine if I'd actually spray-paint something on Kiasma, say on the back wall outside? Like, "this is 2000 years old, do not remove".
But it doesn't work like that. Instead, I'm writing "I will be valuable, please love me".
My brother asked me If I consider my artistic practice to be stand-up. Well, no, this is performance art, but I'm safe to have it both ways. I speak of dicks = comedy, I cut one off = performance. You guys laugh = comedy, you don't mind = definitely performance.