The 70 seconds of love and rage sessions will be happening this summer at Ponderosa. Here’s an introduction.
I am sure you have something to say!
Good bad lovely ugly
70 second rants can cross, slash and tip through our annual performance marathon at ponderosa, and it can be about ponderosa or how we branch into the world at large. Everyone needs a platform for a mini rant! We invite you to whisper or yell about the echos, misconceptions & derailed utopias?
latent optimism? Rainbows & garden/BODY life?
CO-well meaning institutions? messy art ? Angry hungry people?
fuck the animals eco sex art bees lots of dirty dancing and funerals garden as stage- step up and plant your own tomatoes tipping utopic ideologies we are what we are not anymore ponderosa too!22222222222 to continue navigating the soft patrarchy killing each other softly birthday singalongs bury me fake…….. conscious loving servers, sex slaves and tree huggers welcome
Sitting at a cafe in Berlin. these birds are attacking me – waiting for my croissant. at ponderosa the birds are still eating bugs and stuff. I grow my food in ponderosa, planing an edible forest, yes I plant some trees for later.
Ponderosa has some great food- you gotta pay for it- we figured that out.
You have some issues?Abundance is not at your back door?
Buy some land — but go farther east! I encourage you!
Start your own project. Collaboration is key
I can tell you all the things “we” did wrong.
You got something to say? You wanna make art?
You still believe in the body as a source of intelligence? Me too
Come to ponderosa this summer and be part of the Tipping Utopia conversations. (I could not change the name ponderosa- splinterosa ahead)
I invite you to share with us. Lets navigate hierarchies and holding risky spaces together. Back to…..how much is your labor worth?
You ONLY get 70 seconds. Rant for love! Rant about the politics!
Hello tippers! ponderosa is right here- still swimming around in an u topic paradise
and she has an invitation to ask you the same thing-
Where is ponderosa?
Who is ponderosa?
What is ponderosa?
Tipping Utopia, a project funded from Landkultur, invites all of us who made ponderosa what it is to detangle it from its own myths, delusions and stories.
Since 2000 she has lived so many incredible experiences some wacky, some meaningful some so very sophisticated.
Please send us your stories, your favorite moments as well as disturbing turns in the project you may have experienced.
We will begin performing these stories, documenting them in a participatory way which includes creating a huge archival tapestry that you may stitch yourself, some focused residencies around writting our stories and some open invitations to perform work that has been inspired and or made in ponderosa.
We are not an island, we are not a business, we are not a community, we are not a cooperative, we are not an edible forest, we are not a family, we are not a click, we are not a cult, we are not a studio, we are not a guesthouse, we are not the Maher/kaiser family, we are not ……..
We are a non profit organization that includes many facets of those things- we invite you to rediscover what ponderosa is and remake her—-reinvent her— come tip with us this summer!
how can we be brave enough to stare at our fading corpses and decide to be organ donors? donating ourselves to ourselves to create a new Frankenstein that hopefully we will not reject.
how can we accelerate our composting process or how can we enjoy the heavy stinky smell leaping out of the turning of all the things we have piled up and left aside to deal with later?
this is not a mercy death of an old sick lady it is the murder of a dog gone stray its a communal sacrifice ritual with a yet unknown symbolism, it’s a cult-horror B movie from the future. its a complicit rebellion, its the crystallisation of a conflict, it’s letting go of the one object you thought you will save when fire starts and find the nearest exit which maybe behind you. pay close attention. we are gonna cut off his head and use it as a cacti nursery.
let’s come together to dig our grave, to think of futures we will not be a part of, to reclaim the present, to carve a new landfill, let’s burn it and spray the ashes on sweaty bodies working on a new garden so our past will drip off of their skins into the moisturised soil of our flower beds.