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Compañia de Danza Periférico x Wagner Schwartz = TITLE 1: SEVEN (130-1042 FROM CREATION); IN HEBREW: שֵׁת; MODERN HEBREW: ŠET; TIBERIAN: ŠĒṮ; IN ARABIC:‘ÌÀ SHITH OR SHIYTH; IN URUGUAI: VOID / TITLE 2: SEVEN IS THE BESTOWED, PLACED, NOMINATED, LEONARDO ANSELMI, ANIBAL DOMÍGUEZ, GABRIELA FARÍAS, EDUARDO FERRER, GUILLERMO FLEITAS, SOFÍA LANS, SEBASTIÁN NIZ / TITLE 3: IN A UNIVERSE FULL OF ENTITIES GLIMPSED FOR THEIR GROWING PRODUCTIVITY, CAPABLE OF RECOGNIZING THEIR OWN FUTILITY, BUT INDIFFERENT TO IT; SEVEN GROWS AND DISAPPEARS AND GROWS AGAIN

by Wagner Schwartz on Vacio by Compañia de Danza Periférico

In the last couple of years, I have heard news from a country that follows its people’s thought. Wherever they pass, they have shown a singular vitality; dismembered in most of the old countries, much desired by their neighbors. For many its representative became a superhero, even though he is the protagonist of the absence of extraordinary powers – he increases only the volume of the subjects that come up around him, to his human condition. This country has become the focus of the articulation of public thought documenting in this continent and in others some live examples of the insertion of novelties in the world; these days, when many of its authors’ speech lacks tonicity, my love, the novelty is the action. To act up to the point of emptying the concept of civilization, of the individual, of the subject, of man, of woman and the likes who were brought up in places very far away from here and that, having been applied to many criteria, relearned how to use them in the traditional form of their violence; and, still  having the chance to leave the place of the passive to enter the period of thought, they continued, at a large rate and by their suggestion of equality, to dilate the symbolic evolution of their indistinctness.

The divine in mankind has landed here. It is not people anymore, it has become the verb.

The Common has incorporated God’s old form – this one that, being three, ended up badly.

The Common, being a crowd, has earned the affection of many,

embarked in the attraction of the festivals and, coming back to the present,

travels in the economy class, dreaming of the business class.

This Common intends to Live Together, breathes from a distance,

guided by the exception that enriches him and by the difference

that makes him like those who want to see him.

His passport is iridescent, expands the idea of luck.

I visited the city where he was born, his friends, his family.

He has shyness written over his body and feels nostalgia for private places.

If the Common really existed, my love, he would be far away from here.

At a small rate, among seven people and in the strength of this relationship, in a gym transformed into a lie, dodging a connotation of collective life to assimilate the visit of the most intimate interests one by one, as public, the Void hurls itself into luck, into whatever comes, into what passes by your face, into what expands along the libidinal extension of each body, into what still hugs; and can laugh also because it happens. Need is a past fact of this one, of the Many; the fundamental biological substance is the one that offers no justification neither transforms itself into image, but the one that perspires – people perspire here, my love, in their processes of small dimensions, of small deaths, of inseparable traces between wild life and cosmos – without descendants – both at the same time challenging the laws of physics parallel to those hanging around.

Wagner Schwartz [www.wagnerschwartz.com]
Works with contemporary art, dance and literature between São Paulo and Paris.
His projects problematize the artistic relations and their course.

Translation Portuguese-English: writer and poet Chris Ritchie, M.A.