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6 Jan 2023

Dani
Salvadori

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Full Moon

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Jan 21st

Fanifesto for
๐‘ƒ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘๐‘’
in the time of
our liberation

After the performance/live art

movement of the 1980s


For Steve Rogers (1954โ€“1988)


                 We were hatched in a time of roll-ups and all-night TV

                 we were fans, we owned the flame.

                 We prepared to fight in the unruly city

                 wore the uniform: big coat, big shoes, not new.

                 We wandered the pockmarked streets

                 hunting for the future to grow in our kaleidoscope

                 of the terrible and wonderful.


                 But before the city was tamed you drowned

                 in the sweat drenched nights and cannot join us

                 sweetly pillowed in the bosom of the archive.

                 We are still acolytes, devotees and believers

                 though few now and scattered

                 squinting at the far frontier

                 cosy among the stacks.

Behind the poem...

In the 1980s, working in the maelstrom of the live art movement, I put together international festivals. The work we showed was urgent, remarkable, seemed so important, but is now long forgotten. Later, I found myself working in an arts university along with many of the artists whose work had felt so vital way back when. This poem was inspired by me coming across an archive copy of the 50th issue of Performance magazine โ€“ the journal of record at that time. Like this poem, itโ€™s dedicated to its editor, Steve Rogers: a colleague of mine, who died of AIDS in 1988.

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