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EVERY FOLD MATTERS
a performance that explores the personal, often hidden experience of doing laundry among the washers, dryers and folding tables of a working laundromat
by Lizzie Olesker and Lynne Sachs with Rosemary Fine and Veraalba Santa
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Atlantis Laundromat. 472 Atlantic Avenue , Brooklyn
EVERY FOLD MATTERS is half-hour work-in-process reading and movement piece. Our performance explores the personal and social experience of doing laundry. Two performers played by Veraalba Santa and Rosemary Fine weave together improvisation, written text, and movement within the inspiring environs of the soon-to-be-demolished Atlantis Laudromat.
Presented as part of the Brooklyn Lit Crawl http://litcrawl.org/nyc/brooklyn-may-17-2014/
Produced by Emily Rubin and Dirty Laundry: Loads of Prose and supported by the Brooklyn Arts Council
More info at: http://www.dirtylaundryreadings.com/html/volume31.html
This event is sponsored, in part, by the Greater New York Arts Development Fund of the New York City Department of Cultural Affairs, administered by Brooklyn Arts Council (BAC).
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part one is floating somewhere in this blog. it’s much more developed. probably because I had some sort of passion to actually finish it. i was bored with a lot of things when i made part one. the only thing that gave my life have some sort of movement was my ex-dude. i’m in a completely different state of mind. now, my life seems to be a bit too hectic (a good too hectic) so hence the under-development of this. making this was probably a good way to [finally and officially] pave over that part of my life.
i made “PART TWO another movie” for the specific reason of putting it up on this website. when it was finished, it didn’t seem right to put it up without this little shin-dig.
i threw away everything that my ex gave me, with the exception of this. i don’t know why…maybe because we both made it. so yeah, other than that, it’s pretty much self explanatory.
we went to sunshine in the LES when he gave me this. guess that’s a good location.
ELECTION DAY, NOVEMBER, 1884
If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show,
‘Twould not be you, Niagara —nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,
Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyserloops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing,
Nor Oregon’s white cones—nor Huron’s belt of mighty lakes—nor Mississippi’s stream:
—This seething hemisphere’s humanity, as now, I’d name—the still small voice vibrating—America’s choosing day,
(The heart of it not in the chosen—the act itself the main, the quadrennial choosing,)
The stretch of North and South arous’d—sea-board and inland—Texas to Maine—the Prairie States – Vermont, Virginia, California,
The final ballot-shower from East to West—the paradox and conflict,
The countless snow-flakes falling—(a swordless conflict,
Yet more than all Rome’s wars of old, or modern Napoleon’s): the peaceful choice of all,
Or good or ill humanity—welcoming the darker odds, the dross:
—Foams and ferments the wine? it serves to purify—while the heart pants, life glows:
These stormy gusts and winds waft precious ships,
Swell’d Washington’s, Jefferson’s, Lincoln’s sails.
When I was a kid, I ever so much wished that all the corruptions, crimes, and unpleasantness in my neighborhood would one day be washed away, elutriated. How naive a kid’s mind is! As I grew older, I realized that everyone would have to live with and even become an active observer or a willing participant to what society in general regards as “evil”.