BERLIN

C.E.T.

PERFORMANCE-MAKER & SCENOGRAPHER

FEELINGS, ARCHIVED.




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There’s always a way to slip past.
The people doing this are just people given lists by other people.
They don’t make the lists
and they don’t know what they’re looking for. 
They didn’t bother to check pockets or pat us down.
When they had a full list they left.
We had to sign
yes
to the best of our knowledge
this was everything, itemised
and it had all been taken.

Chapter Two








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19


It is an honest thing, that you can rotate to inspect, feeling the smoothness of a plane, and then the bite of the underside, the crest as two surfaces meet like a small blade under your thumb and forefinger. Sometimes to say true things is hard work, like preparing food in front of the hot stove, or chopping wood, or carrying coal for the fire. To make a small, hard text, in the form of a very dense, dark crystal, that can be useful to you, that is a tool.
To Say Difficult Things







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18

In the darkness
I tie my boots up
And walk the perimeter of the ancient city
Fingertips grazing damp cold stone
I can’t see the place you told me about
There’s just a sports hall with its doors open late
Light and the smack of rubber on polished floors
Falling out onto the slick cobbles
I watch for a while
Everyone in vests and shorts
Running in complicated patterns
Coming together in a huddle
Arms on arms ...
3. Organic Music Society





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17

We are nearing the end.
Descending the escalators at the central station.
At the airport, documents in our sweaty hands.
The bus pulls out.
The truck's wheels start to turn, heaving it on to the ferry.
The underground train, bright yellow, swings on the track.
We are on our way.
We are suspended in the air.
We are moving through the achingly cold waters ...
Speech for the End of the Show





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16

The water is cut off. Pipes stop, interrupted, a small tap extends at thigh-height out over the floor. There is no fluorescent lighting in the space, instead a single dim 60w lightbulb, casting gloomy shadows. The surface of the ceiling is uneven, bisected North to South by pencil-wide panel lines, and East to West by a rough, thicker band, as though the cement has been patched at this point, or has seeped through during construction and solidified. There are multiple, circular penetrations into the ceiling, of varying sizes. Twelve. Beneath the concrete ceiling layer is a less planned and solidly manifest surface: an extensive network of spider-webs. From just under ceiling height to a foot below, they suspend across the majority of the West-facing wall, and to a lesser extent the SE corner, creating an almost-invisible height restriction; an organic partition installed by the most regular inhabitants ...
Surfaces



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15

We will sleep under the sky from now on —
the grass beneath us is cold
and a sycamore towers overhead in the dimming light
transforming inch by inch
into the blackest void of night
darker than the surrounding heavens
that grey and dim
but won’t ever catch the tree.
It is a dense black I could step into
a doorway into the night.
We’re low people now.
Bodies closer to the earth than they have ever been ...

Columbia 1



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14

Play it again, you say. 
I swipe back
Paper-cut bodies appear, repeated 
Men’s bodies glistening with sweat
Heads replaced with animals
Fish
Zebras
Flamingos
It snows
Their bodies submerged under blobs of white, swamping the screen
It’s good, you say 
Make some cuts
What you did the other day
With the blank squares over the eyes, and the rectangular mouths.
I loved that. Don’t lose it ...

Expensive Shit



Chris Gylee (1983, Stockport UK) read Drama & Theatre at Royal Holloway University and completed his post-graduate training in Theatre Design at the Bristol Old Vic Theatre School in 2006. He has been based in Berlin since 2014. Alongside his solo practice Chris also regularly makes performance, installation, film and publications together with R. Aslan and collaborators as ONCE WE WERE ISLANDS. Full biography and credits available here.



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