Maybe Manifesto***

( montador Bruno Freire)

( trad. Andre Lepecki)
Maybe our spit is spent in idle talk ("or maybe this is nothing but saliva's waste).
Maybe to redefine virtuosity is already virtuosity.
Maybe the anti-spectacle will become, in some measure, spectacular.
Maybe concepts move you across spaces, even before you choose where to begin.
Maybe all bodies are already being choreographed, even if you never think of it.
Maybe hero, maybe anti-hero, maybe picaresque.
Maybe technique is indispensable.
Maybe to make is to think. Maybe to make think. Maybe to think making.
Maybe the performer has no control on the degree of a spectators involvement.
Maybe it is important for the performer to think on his or her spectator.
Maybe they are caring, sensitive, disorderly, confused, illogical, precise, materialists, busybodies,
complex, festive, clear, daring, presumptuous, loving, excentric.
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excess is incapacity to filter.

simplicity is incapacity to investigate deeply.
we are not superficial, cause we love penetration.
complexity.
no dance is universal.
this manifesto have pirated ideas of others.
i am not the author cause maybe every author is a network of authors
the economy will modify your dance.
your proposal does not have a name yet.
everything will daily become more flexible.
each day it is becoming more difficult to make a decision.
yes, maybe no.

YES MANIFESTO
(Mette Ingvartsen, 2005)
Yes to redefining virtuosity
Yes to conceptualizing experience, affects, sensation
Yes to materiality/body practice
Yes to investment of performer and spectator
Yes to expression
Yes to excess
Yes to invention (however impossible)
Yes to un-naming, decoding and recoding expression
Yes to non-recognition, non-resemblance
Yes to non-sense/illogic
Yes to organizing principles rather than fixed logic systems
Yes to moving the clear concept behind the actual performance of
Yes to methodology and procedures
Yes to animation
Yes to style as a result of procedure and specificity of a proposal.
Yes to complexity

"No Manifesto" (Yvonne Rainer, 1965)

NO to spectacle.
No to virtuosity.
No to transformations and magic and make-believe.
No to the glamour and transcendency of the star image.
No to the heroic.
No to the anti-heroic.

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trash imagery.
involvement of performer or spectator,
style.
camp.
seduction of spectator by the wiles of the performer.
eccentricity.
moving or being moved.

Fluxus Manifesto 1963 (by George Maciunas)

2. To affect or bring to a certain state, by subjecting to, or treating with, a
flux. Fluxed into another world. 3. to cause discharge from, as in
purging.
FLUX n. 1. A. a flowing of fluid or discharge from the bowels or other part,
especially an excessive and morbid discharge. As the bloody flux, or
dysentery. B. the matter thus discharged.
Purge: the world of bourgeois sickness,
intellectual, proffesional and commercialized culture, PURGE
the world of dead art, imitation, artificial art, abstract art,
illusionistic art, mathematical artpurge the world of
EUROPANISM!
2. Act of flowing: a continuing of moving or passing by, as a flowing
stream, a continuing succession of changes. 3. A stream, copious flow,
flood, outflow. 4. the setting in of the tide toward the shore. 5. State of
being liquid through heat; fusion.
PROMOTE A REVOLUTIONARY FLOOD AND TIDE IN ART. Promote
living art, anti art, promote NON ART REALITY. To be fully
grasped by all peoples, not only critics, dilettante; and
professionals.
7. a. any substance or mixture to promote fusion, especially the fusion of
metals or minerals. Common metallurgical fluxes are silica and silicates
(acidic), lime and limestone (basic), and fluorite (neutral). B. any
substance applied to surfaces to be joined by soldering or welding, just
prior to or during the operation, to clean and free them from oxide, thus
promoting their union.
FUSE The cadres of cultural, social and political revolutionaries
into united front and action.
I Am For An Art... Manifesto
(Claes Oldenburg, 1961)

I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something other than

sit on its ass in a museum.
I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all, an art given the chance
of having a starting point of zero.
I am for an art that embroils itself with the everyday crap & still comes out on
top.
I am for an art that imitates the human, that is comic, if necessary, or violent,

or whatever is necessary.
I am for all art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twists and
extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and is heavy and coarse and
blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself.
I am for an artist who vanishes, turning up in a white cap painting signs or
hallways.
I am for art that comes out of a chimney like black hair and scatters in the sky.
I am for art that spills out of an old mans purse when he is bounced off a
passing fender.
I am for the art out of a doggys mouth, falling five stories from the roof.
I am for the art that a kid licks, after peeling away the wrapper...