KLUBB ERGI (DENMARK + ICELAND)

Andreas Haglund (SE/DK) / Ba Bladh (SE/DK) / Carlo & Selma* (IT/NO) / Elísabet Birta Sveinsdóttir (IS) / Emil Grüner (DK) / Felix Thorsen Katzenelson (DK) / Filip Vest (DK) / Gógó Starr (IS) / Luka Holmegaard (DK) / Maj Mokaj & Proxy (DK/US) / Sigrid Lerche (NO/DK) / Snorre Elvin (DK) / / UNISON (DK) / Xara-Sylvester Vogelius (DK)
*part of of Karmaklubb* invites


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Emil Grüner (DK)

Felix Thorsen Katzenelson · Dans som om jeg kigger



Dans som om jeg kigger

af Felix Katzenelson



Her har I mig tilbage
Hvad er det for en DJ?
I wanna dance with somebody
Allerede?
Jeg har savnet jer
Hvor har I været?
Ser I mig?
Jeg vil ikke danse som om ingen kigger længere
Jeg vil danse som om alle kigger
På mig
Jeg vil til rave i det nedlagte panoptikon
Jeg vil have dørmandens sultne blik på mig altid
Vride mig
Vælte ind i jer allesammen
Trædes over tæerne af nogen i stilletter
Spild det hele på mig
Lad mig være det smattedes
Fedtet til så jeg kan holde på jer
Hvem har sat Medina i kø?
Igen på klubben for at glemme dig
Må jeg låne en lighter?
Jeg synes du skal gå fra ham
Er der nogen der har en lighter?
Der var han
Haha
Så nemme mænd er
Hvem har en lighter?
Jeg tror ikke længere jeg kan date folk der ikke har respekt for sig selv
Skal vi danse eller hvad?
Like a virgin
Ja undskyld jeg skal lige i baren
Touched for the very first time
Undskyld jeg skubber lige her
Dit hjerteslag ved mit
Jeg kan se du sveder
Det er frækt
Jeg kan se du har grædt
Det er sødt
Jeg kan se du har savnet mig
Lad os tage videre
Vi skal videre
Vi er nødt til at tage videre
Jeg er ikke færdig med at danse
Jeg vil kneppes på toilettet
Jeg vil have gratis shots
Jeg vil snave en grim
Jeg bliver nødt til at være nødt til at vaske det her tøj i morgen fordi det lugter
Jeg beder jer
Tag mig på røven
Tag mig tilbage
That don’t impress me much
Hvorfor har vi ikke været mere sammen?
Kan vi kun mødes her?
Oh, now you think you're cool but have you got the touch?
Festens midtpunkt altså festen som midtpunkt lige her her som i her nu
Jeg elsker jer så meget jeg bobler over
Hør mig skinger tillad mig det her øjeblik jeg vælter alligevel snart
Now don't get me wrong, yeah, I think you're alright
Det er mere hulken end egentlig tale i det øjeblik
Drik ud
But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
Jeg har haft det så dårligt jeg vil have det godt jeg vil have det dårligt
Hvor er alle de søde henne i aften?
Jeg går altså i garderoben
Jeg går altså på toilettet
Jeg går altså i baren
Hvad er det her for et arrangement?
Jeg går altså lidt længere op foran
Jeg går altså lige ud trækker noget luft
Jeg går altså ind jeg fryser helt vildt jeg vil danse



I keep dancing on my own Dans for mig Jeg skal se jer strutte glitre Jeg skal røre dér på hoften En hånd på skulderen eller lænden Jeg klemmer til Jeg skal lugte arbejdet glide af Jeg Kan Ikke Høre Hvad Du siger tal ind i mit øre Fimrehår Hård Jeg skal smage alt I kommer med Slikke på et ar spise dine fregner Må bide euforien over Slubre marven fra dine dansende ben If I could turn back time Jeg er den sidste diva Nu er det mig der bestemmer Jeg sagde nu er det fucking mig der fucking bestemmer If I could find a way Nu skal I danse for min skyld I er mine små nattesole Kun for jer vil jeg vokse Klæde mig i palietter rodnetværk kronbladepandehår Naturligt sexet for jer Nu skal I danse for mig Jeg er det tilbedte Gogo-danser i guldbur Tremmerne smager af nøgle Kan kun netop stoppe min bløde krop Jeg er Medusa Gør jer hårde som sten Mit blik en pisk River jer op med roden Alle min kællinger kom hjem Jeg har savnet jer helt vildt jeg har ikke set jer i så lang tid hvad blev der af os hvad skete der hvorfor mødtes vi ikke før det her hvem er her ikke i dag jeg ved ikke jeg har bare savnet at feste at findes i en fremmeds blik at blive fundet af nogen jeg var så træt jeg sov så meget jeg vil aldrig sove mere jeg var så træt nu vil jeg danse Jeg kan ikke se noget Mit hår er vådt af sved Min øjne er så klistrede nu Jeg kan ikke se noget Dans som om jeg kigger alligevel




Luka Holmegaard (DK)








Nevada af Imogen Binnie. Topside Press, 2013.
Det er herfra jeg vil begynde at tale, disse ord kan finde vej af Gry Stokkendahl Dalgas. Ovbidat, 2019.
Freshwater af Akwaeke Emezi. Faber & Faber, 2018
Transgender Warriors af Leslie Feinberg. Beacon Press, 1996.
Mademoiselle de Maupin af Théophile Gautier. Udgivet første gang i 1835.
Tjugofemtusen kilometer nervtrådar af Nino Mick. Norstedts, 2018.
Ovids metamorfoser. Udgivet første gang i år 8.
Detransition, Baby af Torrey Peters. Penguin Random House, 2020.
Can the monster speak af Paul B. Preciado. Fitzcarraldo Editions, 2021.
Confessions of the Fox af Jordy Rosenberg. Penguin Random House, 2018.
We Both Laughed in Pleasure - The selected diaries of Lou Sullivan, 1961-1991 af Lou Sullivan. Nightboat, 2019
The Freezer Door af Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore. semiotext(e), 2020.
Black on Both Sides - A racial history of trans identity af C. Riley Snorton, 2017
Nicht nur mütter waren Schwanger, antologi redigeret af Alisa Tretau. Edition assemblage, 2018

Sigrid Lerche (NO/DK)






KLUBB ERGI (SE & FI)

Ada Kästel (SE), AnnaLeena Prykäri (FI/SE), Antiffa Vänsterfitta (aka Lasse Långström) (SE), Elisabeth Radhe (SE), Josefin Jussi Andersson (SE), Klara Ström (SE), Luki Essender (SK/SE), Marie Flarup Krisensen (DK/SE), Matilde Søes Rasmussen (DK/SE), Rasmus Dominika Rosgaard (DK/SE), Saga Bok (SE), Sixten Sandra (SE), Tim Høibjerg (NO/SE), Ville Laurinkoski (FI/DK)




AnnaLeena Prykäri in a conversation with Lola Jean

Marie Flarup Kristensen and Matilde Søes Rasmussen




Saga Bok

Sixten Sandra


Bad Imitator 2



Blendas Band



Break



Den wilda bebin



Flygande löv



Gathering



Lampinen



Olyckligtvis



Rörelser



Språng






Ville Laurinkoski · Marionette

A childhood memento.
A fear that has always been there.
Now you see how helpless I am!
I never wanted this.

This is The Play.
I am to be broken.
I am to be derided all my life.

I’m not sorry that I broke down
I don’t think so.
Capitalism did not leave us many pathways.
They’ll pump you full of drugs till you don’t care…
Desire is cut off from the slightest revolutionary project.
We are great at obliterating people’s identities.
No more self, no more fear.


Eins, zwei, drei, vier…


I could hear that I was screaming.
No matter where I go I carry him inside of me,
He’s inside of me.
The cruising machine carries death within it,
desires what is absent,
it always desires the next object,
it constructs itself on the establishment
and assumption of lack,
the absolute criteria of consumption.
I woke up and looked in the mirror.
And there it was, quite suddenly.
I’m still a child.
I feel so helpless.

Very close to my sister
We’d play with dolls and put on puppet shows.
She had the say…
My doll…
and in the end of the day…
Addiction, abuse, fuck your teacher!
Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
Maybe it isn’t grief at all but some sort of madness.
Then the soul starts acting up, and you’re helpless.
Soon you’re in a middle of hopes, fantasies…
It’s always the same sad story.
Brutality and obscenity.
Pleasure and sexuality and horror.
All rolled into one.
Certain powers drive me that I can’t control.
Weak people choose strange paths.
You should know that, I blame my sexuality.
We were to have a mutual secret.
I was obsessed with the idea that he would turn to me.
Then disaster struck.
Dream, the only built moment of life I had?
Then he wanted to screw me from behind
I want you to tell me my hormones are responsible for this.
Silence harbours the truth.
I don’t have a truth.
We’ve already tried 100,000 times.
Things pass through me completely.
a rainbow…
And so, with the help of the state,
we build our own prison.
I’m considered dangerous.
I’m locked away.

This truly is hell!

I walk around all day by myself.
I can’t go out the door.
I don’t know what to do.
Your problems, your guilt, your shame.
But under that surface, I’m crying.
It’s been destroyed. It’s gone.
He has turned away, won’t return,
no matter how much we call out to him.


Nein, dreimal nein
Nein, alles mußte so sein
Was Du mir angetan, tausendmal,
Ist mir heute egal.


And as punishment.
Look in the mirror!

Can’t we open a window?
There are no windows.
I can’t stand it in here.
It’s terrible hot.
We can go up on stage.
This is worse.
There’s no way out.
There’s no way out!

My aggression that had been turned into fear…
…almost obscene
…early in life adopted attitudes.
The child’s depth and ours is the surface where those
things were inscribed and resounded.

Nothing happened.
All becomes possible.
Anything could have triggered it.
A word, a gesture, a tone of voice.
And in a presumably ecstatic moment.
He broke all social and emotional taboos.
THIS IS THE FUCKING SURFACE!
Childhood is never where it’s looked for.
The child is not fooled.
THIS PLAY IS OVER!
No more past…
THE RAINBOW!


Nein, dreimal nein
Nein, alles mußte so sein
Was Du mir angetan, tausendmal,
Ist mir heute egal.
Nein, dreimal nein
Nein, alles mußte so sein
Was Du mir angetan, tausendmal,
Ist mir heute egal.
Weit liegt die Zeit
Heut', nein, es tut mir nicht leid,
Denn es war wunderbar.
Doch ich geh',
Und es tut mir nicht weh.


Ingmar Bergman, From the Life of the Marionettes, (1980).
Ingmar Bergman, Fanny and Alexander, (1982).
Guy Hocquenghem, The Screwball Asses, 2010.
Guy Hocquenghem and René Schérer, Coming and Going together: A Systematic Childhood Album, 2020.
Charles Dumont, Ralph Maria Siegel, Nein, es tut mir nicht leid, 1961.






KLUBB ERGI (NO)

Christa Barlinn Korvald / Daniel Mariblanca (Karmaklubb* invites) / GUTTA / Jinbin Chen & Jasper Siverts / Kamil Kak / Kaeto Sweeney / Kier Cooke Sandvik / Inish (Karmaklubb* invites) / Lykourgos Porfyris/POP Tektonism / MARICAS (ESP) presents Pepo * Fernandez (CHL) + Nina Naranjo aka Randy (COL) (Karmaklubb* invites) Matklubben Yummi (Amalie Holthen, Andrea Conradsen, Anna Näumann, Christine Jæger, Matias Frøysaa, Olga Gry Becker, Rurik Sjösten + Thor & Joakim who left for Barcelona and Alta) / Mia Norum Robsahm / Nina Eriksson / Princessilicious (Cassie Brødskive (Jens Martin Hartvedt Arvesen), Eliza Fierce (Petter David Ramthun), Elektra Puzzz (Katinka Steensgaard), Nabi Yeon Geisha (Remi Johansen Hovda)) / Sami Zibak (Karmaklubb* invites) / Steve C Iversen / Sverre Breivik & Vetle Junker with texts by Andrew McMillan and visuals by Ingrid Eggen / SYNK (Karmaklubb* invites) / Ylva Greni


Kier Cooke Sandvik

En plass i offentligheten (bursdagspresang til Kim Friele)
Kim Frieles benk, Oslo 27.05.2021 av Ylva Greni

Hvor er vi nå, av Christa Barlinn Korvald

To londonkarer på London. De kunne melde om en smittevernspolitikk utviklet for familiefedre og et samfunn som ikke ønsker å bli bedre.

Marna tar seg noen slurker på vinterplattingen. Marna sier: Her har det vore drøymt mange draumar, og gjennom 15 år har vel nokre vortne røyndom.

På Trappa møtte vi to lesber rundt biljardbordet. Kvelden har gått med til å oppmuntre sine to mindre venner til gjensidig flørt. En suksess! «Men nå får vi håpe ting går i riktig rekkefølge her» mumler den ene lesba og dunker ned den svarte åtterkula.




Kaeto Sweeney

Lonely boy is video is part of on going project I seem to live, exploring in words, videos, installations and dance what it could mean to feel queer in the nordic landscape. I seem to live is an attempt to encounter the poetics and the politics of queer bodies in the night time.

The video was shot after a Valentines day party held at Fincken, Bergen's only gay bar. Lonely boy stayed until after all of the party people left at 3:30. We danced together alone 3 hours to the same song until the song became nostalgic and the sun started to rise.

Thank you Matias Grøttum, staff of Fincken, Emilie Wright, Annelen Røe



Sverre Breivik + Vetle Junker (feat. Andrew McMillan + Ingrid Eggen)



Nina Britta Erikkson

transforming desire into anything but what it is through any process i can facilitate however it may have to happen i will do it

i will go for an unfathomably cold swim. i will make a thousand textile pieces about desire, about sudden desire, about latent desire i suddenly do not know how to write well
the flamingo was a wordless place and taught me the power of words because i was eighteen nineteen
those are words.

the flamingo was wordless - it was not quiet - but it was wordless - and if i did not speak nothing would happen - and if i spoke anything could happen - so i did not speak or did i… i do not remember but i recall the fragmented memory fondly monique wittig says: woman has no meaning when not in the context of heteropatriarchy. lesbians are not women, because we are not being grated up against men, folded into or around them, we do not seek them and to shape ourselves according to them to assist the heterosexual institution of being.

gender is performative - gender bounces back in the most hysterical ways flamingos are flamboyant persistent animals - flamingos gather in enormous swarms. flamingos recognise one another, i think. flamingos would not recognise me, i don’t think.

the project is about


- the gathering of people
- the community based identity experience - the likeness
- the lack of mirror in isolation - the lack of likeness, the lack of identity
- but do i exist when no one is there. but do i exist when no one is there. but do i exist when no one is there.

the project is about: pink velour. pink satin. black leather. how did we use to gather. why did we gather. who gathers. what do they wear. under what banner. using what words. how do we remember.

the project is about the personal experience of coming out as nonbinary transmasculine, living in pressure and recognising it as real, sharing language for the politicised and unpoliticised, the reshaping of identity through language - when i last went clubbing i was not a dyke and now i am - and now i have not been seen out and about for several months - and now i exist in a bedroom somewhere like an overgrown flamingo plush toy who maybe was never real

one big “butch lesbian” figment of reality and of imagination and of word play. piercing bull dyke. flamboyant flamingoisms. wild horses.