Eirini
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I said again and I thought it was hopeless and no good going on
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In my dream I call the doctor to book an appointment. It is an emergency. My body has turned into a body that can love. I’m afraid I have scibbies. Then you come. You say you forgot the window open, this is why I can love. The medication makes me sleepy. And I dream that I never won in the lottery, I gave a fake ticket in the theatre and I was thrown out in the cold. I dreamt my notebook was stuck closed and I lost my memory. And then, always, you see me kiss another man. The thing is I thought I was abroad and that you couldn’t see me. But, there is no abroad in my dream. You are there and you see me kiss another man. And then I go back to sleep, because of medication.
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Eirini Kartsaki writes and performs. Her work is focused on performance practice and research and explores notions such as repetition, desire, the unfulfilled and endings.
She has studied Theatre and Performance in Greece and the UK. She is currently pursuing a doctoral research project at Queen Mary, University of London, entitled Repeat Repeat: Returns of Performance. Eirini has presented work in conferences such as Performance Studies International 13, New York, Repeat Repeat, Chester University, Live Performance Practice as Research, Royal Holloway, London, Feminist Research Methods, Center of Gender Studies at the University of Stockholm and London Theatre Seminar, Senate House.
Eirini is an associate lecturer at Queen Mary, University of London and a founding member of the Cheers & Loud Company, which organizes and delivers theatre and music workshops in schools and communities. (http://cheersandloud.blogspot.com/)
Her performance work, which is about and from the body, explores the thrill and wonder of eroticism, discovering, through the physicality of movement and the repetitive storytelling that, ultimately, what we want is to want. Some of her recent works include Cock Tales and Ballads, presented in the Scene Pool, Camden People’s Theatre, East End Collaborations, QMUL and Arnolfini, Bristol. She has also presented work at venues such as 291 Gallery, Whitechapel Gallery, The Place, Biennale d'Art Contemporain de Lyon, Man-in-Fest Festival, Cluj-Napoca, Romania.
Influences: Forced Entertainment, Karen Finley, La Ribot, Francis Bacon, Hans Bellmer, Samuel Beckett
Performance with Angelina Kartsaki, Queen Mary, Practice-based Research, London
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But, I’m here and you said you’d be happy if I joined you and I’m here, I’m here to join you, i’m here you said you’d be happy no you said you will be happy this future tense shows the certain, something that will definately happen, it’s not a hypothesis, or a possibility, it is a certainty I’ll be happy if you join me- if is different- when you say if, that, that is a hypothesis- it might or might not happen if you join me might or might not happen- it is a possible situation, but there is definately a levle of doubt. And you said I’ll be happy if you join me and you’re not here. What does this mean, on a grammatical level ?
John! John! Where are you? I 've told him thousands of times not to walk around without his peacock I told him one day he will slip in the bathroom and get drowned I told him if he doesn't want to have a shower because his feathers will bleach it's fine but I told him that his beak is too beaky for me to kiss and even more beaky for me to put my tongue in it I told him that I cannot talk to his peacock inside all those feathers and tails that he has to shave if he wants me to be tender with his little peacock I told him so many times but look what he goes and does he goes into the bathtub and his feathers bleach and become heavy and heavy and heavier and look what he goes and does he gets drown and there is no peacock for me anymore to caress when I go back home from work in the night no little peacock to love with all my heart and miss and kiss and long for.
Spit, spat, spat, Stoke Newington International Airport, Lost Luggage, London
And he said he wanted to put me on the sink and take care of me and then I tried to turn on the ventilator and he holded my hips with both hands and pushed me and lifted me up towards the ventilator and then he lied down on my hair and he lied down on my hair and i lied down myself and he lied down and we fell asleep.
Eirini will also be performing an adaptation of scott winter's short story ‘the more I get fucked…’
La Bite and a little bit more, Arnolfini, Bristol, photos by Toby Farrow
A Valediction on a falling microphone, Festival of Contemporary Theatre, Romania, photos by Nicu Cherciu/Reel
Cock Tales and Ballads, Camden People's Theatre, London, photos by Clarisse D'Arcimoles (Paron and I)
