9/10/05 1pm Corberry Press
Posted by Patrick Sullivan
We met in a large round space with nothing in it but a toilet in the middle of the stage, which Guy encouraged us to ignore. I’d only showed up to this thing to photograph it, because I’m afraid of being on stage and being put on the spot. But Guy Dartnell is a soothing guy and I decided that I’d feel silly hanging around the edges, and I could shoot photos and do this at the same time. After some name exercises and a couple of tag-you’re-it games to loosen up. We spent the next two hours playing the same game in different ways – we would pair up with another participant, hold on to each other, and tell a story by trading off words as if we were one storyteller. One word apiece, back and forth, and a story would flow out.
With each iteration, we would choose a new partner. One woman I paired with turned our story into a terrifying trip into flooded New Orleans, corpses and all. My favorite was when Guy asked us to sing our words, and play off each other in tone as well as the story we told. I paired with a pretty girl and we danced around the room. I didn’t want it to stop. We sang,