“PING PONG IS GREAT” is the title of
as well as the first edition of their encyclopedia (coming out soon!)
Klara Branting Paulsell (link)
and Luka’s first collaborative public performance, which took place at ORTSTERMIN festival 2022 (link),as well as the first edition of their encyclopedia (coming out soon!)
(We are friends in a secret affair. Are we one and the same?
Are we a portal in the shape of two? Who knows. )
Are we a portal in the shape of two? Who knows. )
In "PING PONG IS GREAT" Luka and Klara intertwine their individual texts, proving that no perspective stays the same,
developing an intricate method of communicating with each other, by letting not only themselves, but others, inside.
All of their texts stand alone, as individual pieces: but in the first edition of "PING PONG IS GREAT", they connect into one.
They come up with new, collective texts and formats on the spot, by sewing their perspectives into fresh ones.
Ping pong is great. You say the things I never could say, you recontextualise me.I say the things you didn’t, I respond. I inhale as you exhale,
I listen, you respond. Ping pong ping pong ping pong.
**excerpt**
I left my clocks by your closed door
I want to make songs out of love
The locks wouldn’t sway
I want to make love out of songs again
I keep adding to the pile
I want the songs to hold yearning,
I want to return
I keep listening for footsteps
I want to be available for love
I imagine everything
I want to choose love
I imagine it all the time
I want to choose
I don’t know how to wake up
And I want to commit
I want to escape
I want it to be nice,
I want to be comfortable
My hands can’t understand the lock
I want to sit and not wait
We came here together, remember?
I left my clocks by your closed door
I want to make songs out of love
The locks wouldn’t sway
I want to make love out of songs again
I keep adding to the pile
I want the songs to hold yearning,
I want to return
I keep listening for footsteps
I want to be available for love
I imagine everything
I want to choose love
I imagine it all the time
I want to choose
I don’t know how to wake up
And I want to commit
I want to escape
I want it to be nice,
I want to be comfortable
My hands can’t understand the lock
I want to sit and not wait
We came here together, remember?
**excerpt**
I left my clocks by your closed door
I want to make songs out of love
The locks wouldn’t sway
I want to make love out of songs again
I keep adding to the pile
I want the songs to hold yearning,
I want to return
I keep listening for footsteps
I want to be available for love
I imagine everything
I want to choose love
I imagine it all the time
I want to choose
I don’t know how to wake up
And I want to commit
I want to escape
I want it to be nice,
I want to be comfortable
My hands can’t understand the lock
I want to sit and not wait
We came here together, remember?
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