A pioneer in the realm of performance, John Bock from Germany filled the stage with humor, mistakes and absurd objects that tell fantastic stories to a conspiring audience.
In the ringing of his bells there is the truth of laughter. He circles the stage and from the shadows produces instruments of torturous colorfulness. Strings are pulled , driving eminences into giggling submission. Palms pave the way for the parade. Perspiration floats over all, drowning hearts and minds into joyful ignorance. Names are forgotten and their pieces blown to the winds, words slide and fall to the sound of recorded ridicule . Systems are devoured in a banquet of snarls and their torn uniforms drape the bridal bed where sensuous mistakes shall soon breed.
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