Torsdagssopporna är satta på paus så länge. Vi hoppas att läget snart förändras och att vi kan återuppta serveringen.
Lukasz Stanek, aktiv på scenskolan och boende i Skärkäll skickar följande hälsning från de Polska kvinnornas revolution.
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The WALK. Performers: Ania ”Error” Bielawska // Łukasz ”Syriusz” Stanek, November 3, 2020. We went out for a walk, on a street we frequent for the past ten days.
L: Ania, why did you choose to go for the walk?
A: It is a universal gesture. For me it is the answer to the most daring questions and phrasing those questions at the same time. For the last ten days I looked inside the balaclavas of Policemen, I looked deep into their eyes to find a piece of man wrapped into something very hard. There I found a gaping chasm between their bodies and those shells. That void made me realise, such a uniform can only be confronted with a naked body. There is no ammo that may touch the purity of our naked flesh.
L: It was important that we came and took off the clothes we’ve been donning for our protests for the past ten days. They’ve become a uniform too, put us in a role that makes us line up more and more, which directs us to a designated stretch of our frontline. And yet, there’s my human self in the midst of it, in its search for the truth, its uncertainty, questioning what is this war of mine about…
A: I’m very mindful that it is a war. I deeply respect every outbreak of anger. I feel however extremely insignificant facing the forces that fight each other approaching a climax. What compels me to stand in one spot, with one flag, to make it quickly and effectively, feels much greater than myself. So vast in fact, I cannot embrace it nor keep up with it. I do not try to oppose that which fights but give myself the right to be.
L: Yes, my human being is also taken away somewhere. I keep thinking about the ladies from the Women’s Strike. They too spend their beings in this struggle, use them up to the very end. Going back to the basics, a persistent thought keeps clinging to my conscience as an activist, an artist and a human being for quite some time. To make things simple. To face vulnerable and naked all I cannot comprehend anymore, all which is so entangled and immoral even at the level of the language, and look it in the eye. If it has an eye… And we did it. Resulting in…? Being charged at the station with INDECENT EXCESS THROUGH TAKING A WALK NAKED ON A PUBLICALLY ACCESSIBLE PAVEMENT.
A: We have been charged with being indecent… I find it to be a most pleasing compliment. Just by chance a man stood next to us holding on display a picture of a dead, mutilated fetus. No one asked him to mind the children passing by. They did approach us though.
L: It made me think too. We opened a space, which one can enter not just to shout at the outside world, but one where you can find the room to regenerate your identity. For it to find what is most basic and important and bring it to light. A space where one can feel competent, less oppressed and greater. Where you realise you can observe, take a walk, even if your body is covered with scars and stigmas, marking us just as those offensive words that kept pouring over our heads so freely over the past few years, dehumanising us. So, we went for a walk, with blinking eyes absorbing curiously the sights anew even if some of these stigmas trailed us sticking like sh…t.
A: As I left the station I wrote to my parents: ”Hi! I made a performance today that sums up all of it. Sorry for not giving you heads up!” You know, after all these walks I couldn’t have done anything else.