WiLdWoOd for me, is a paradise which is capable of expanding psycho-geographically in any direction, with the addition of new characters/identities, experiences, or memories. It is a space which is capable of horizonal redefinition through the activation of an anthology of choreographies, songs, and monologues which define the relationships between institutional power and individual autonomy, statehood and personhood.  It is a manifestation of utopian ideology not existing upon an ever shifting horizon, but rather activated by the impact of wherever inhabitants or visitors occupy; the beach, the boardwalk, the arcade, the kitchen, the tram car, in line for a funnel cake, the hotel room, the dolphin seeing boat, under an umbrella, inside a port-o-potty, alongside a trashcan, the pizza parlor.

How Am I Supposed To Live Without You?, Performance for Camera, 2020
Chiqatita Sunshine, Performance for Camera, 2020
Hush Hush Log Flume POV, Performance for Camera, 2020
Dolphin Watch, Performance for Camera, 2019
Wildwood flower, Performance for Camera, 2019
Water Ice, Performance for Camera, 2020
Flight of the Jersey Devil, Performance for Camera, 2019
A Real Nice Tram Ride, Performance for Camera, 2019
The Lifeguard's Dance, Performance for Camera, 2019

The Lifeguard’s Dance:

A Performance Manifesto

In Wildwood, New Jersey, under the hot summer sun,
a choreography like no other unfolds each day,
a dance spanning 1.7 miles,
and a gaze extending beyond the horizon,

countless young toned and tanned bodies,
squeezed into flaming red lingerie;
they climb, then sit, then watch,
they sit, then watch, then switch,
they watch, then switch, then run,
they switch, then run, then climb,

at ten in the morning they arrive,
pulling their white towers to the water’s edge,
sent by the local government to protect us all.
finding the line where the tide lies,
and swaying in and out with each passing hour,
they follow the water,
as she performs a dance of her own,

and so they continue, as long as they’re paid;
to climb, then sit, then watch,
to sit, then watch, then switch,
to watch, then switch, then run,
to switch, then run, then climb

 

maybe someone will swim out too far,
but never too far for the lifeguard’s gaze,
or the lifeguard’s dance,
one or two will swim out,
and drag the sinker in,
no matter who it is,
back onto land,
crusted with warm summer sand,
they needn’t ask permission from their choreographer,
this anomaly is already accounted for

the dance stops for no one,
they climb, then sit, then watch,
they sit, then watch, then switch,
they watch, then switch, then run,
they switch, then run, then climb,
and run, then swim, then rescue,
if need be,
never lagging, always in character

sun kissed and sprightly,
their ever distracted audience needn’t worry
but could you imagine their absence?

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