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Performed at CounterPULSE, San Francisco, in November of 2009 as a part of the Second Sundays Series, “De te fabula narratur” is an inquiry into the role of the audience member. The performers seated within the audience, performed a choreography that built from mundane, pedestrian movement, into large, esoteric and obviously choreographed movement. Several sets of tickets where issued throughout the twenty minute piece and the audience was directed to new seating assignments. A text addressing the moment was then recited by the co-creators.

A video of the complete work can be seen at: VIDEO

A collaboration with K. Olive McKeon (concept, text) and Kazoo (choreography/direction, prints). Performers include Darya Chenova, Qayyuma Didomenico, Kazoo, K. Olive McKeon, Mara Poliak, David Scott Russell, Cody Strauss, Varvara Zeldovich, and the audience.

Text from the piece written by K. Olive McKeon:
“On November 8th, 2009, a group of people sat down together.
On November 8th, 2009, a group of people came to CounterPULSE in San
Francisco and sat together.
On November 8th, 2009, a Sunday, an audience assembled on Mission Street
to see a work of choreography.
In November on a Sunday, an uncertain number of people sat and looked
at each other in a building on a street in a city.
On November 8th, 2009, an audience thought about itself.
On an autumn afternoon, a group of people came together and wanted to
stay together.
On a Sunday, an audience assembled and tried something, which no one
could exactly identify or articulate what it was.
On a day rife with promise and danger, a group of people realized they
had changed, realized they were changing, that this moment would later
become an event, a crystal in time, a moment with a before and an
At CounterPULSE on Novermber 8, 2009 a group of poets, a group of
mystics, a group of militants, met to discuss what can be done when
nothing can be done.
On November 8, 2009, a group occupied a space and decided they would
never be alone again.
On an evening in the midst of an economic crisis, splendid tournaments
were held.
On November 8, 2009, blood ran down our cheeks, trickling down our legs.
On a Sunday evening, we were, of course, utterly in love.”


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