We met at the northern end of the Friedrichshagen Spreetunnel, in the south east of Berlin, as the sun began to set, with the huge Muggelsee to the south, and beyond that the Kämmereiheide, the forest. We met each other, talked about our relationship with the full moon, and then moved, in a circle, then backwards, walking, and walking back through the steps of our journey to that spot today. What were each of us carrying? We set these things down, and entered the tunnel. There the echoes allowed us to play, someone was on guitar already, but we clapped and sounded and ran up and down following the echos which sounded like someone else clapping down the tunnel. We exited, it was night now, and now we were in the wood. We annointed ourselves with mosquito-repellant and looked at the glow where we imaged the moon was rising behind the clouds. We bathed ourselves in the frankinsence smoke. We heard a story about the Plane Tree (as we sat in front of one): the rape of Europa by Zeus and the relationship between science and story, logos and mythos.
Then we moved to a higher point in a circle of less leafy trees and listened to this poem (which I had written for another moon ceremony some months before):
After that, a blind walk through the woods, with the sound of other people raving nearby - we kept meeting them on the path. Then we were at the beach, set up a bar, where the Sturgeon Bartender made Dark and Stormies (to keep the rain at bay). We talked, swam, danced - then closed with a final circle. Before we left the wood behind us and collected what we had left on the other side of the tunnel.
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AuthorSean Robinson is an artist working between Berlin and London. They work mostly with performance, poetry and theatre. Archives
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