(Via J.)
Specifically the Orgies Mystery Theatre (possibly unstable Google cache link; original is down).
This 6-day play will incorporate all the elements that have made Nitsch so notorious: the slaughter, evisceration and crucifixion of (totemic) animals, the drenching of naked performers in torrents of blood and entrails to a cacophony of revved up tanks, scream choirs and orchestras, interspersed by wandering brass bands playing Austrian tavern music…. Among other materials the artist’s palette will consist of 300 actors and musicians, 3 live bulls, a great many slaughtered pigs and sheep, intestines, fresh flowers, 3,000 litres of fresh blood, gallons of paint, etc., and wine enough for continuous intoxication. One must bear in mind that this ‘work of art’, in a very palpable sense, will also be a public festival:
“the participants are sitting in every corner of the fields, the orchards and vineyards, happily eating and drinking wine…..happiness flows rich and intoxicating through our blood….”
Damn.
“the profession to practise art is the priesthood for a new view of existence…..[art becomes]…the means for a profounder, intenser rapture within life and must be intensified to the point of a shameless, analytical exhibitionism, that demands the sacrifice of total self-abandonment.” [Nitsch, blood organ manifesto, 1962]
That’s what I’m talking about. Or not.
In a strong sense, one has to be there– and in this being-there lies a subjective moment not readily transformed into discursive language.
Yes.