Parigi, 20th arrondissement

Dear reader,

as I was telling your Italian-speaking fellow on my previous post, POST•M is articulated around a discussion on human rights and, most importantly, on human rights as the recognition and respect of the human being in each single person. This discourse comes from a global aware perspective; this doesn’t mean we speak in support of global economies or their local system antagonists, but that, because of our multiple origins and the international nature of our life experiences, we of inoutput are invested in a process of exploration of human dynamics, interactions and shared responsibilities at a global/international/beyond borders level.

“Beyond borders” is probably not the best expression to present the spirit that animates us, but it gives a very simple image of how we work as a company: the borders of languages, of cultural differences, of creative processes connected to our specialty discipline are all contingents we must take into account whenever we work together, be it for the performance itself, or for the logistical details of rehearsing, touring, organizing. “Beyond borders” gives a solid sense of what we go through, day after day: living in Paris, I meet people at Gare au Théâtre in Vitry sur Seine, go read “Die Vergessene Generation” by Sabine Bode in the lobby at La Colline, call l’Arboreto di Mondaino in Italy, or skype with our contacts at the John Nicholas Brown Center at Brown University, or Heather in Greenville (SC, USA), or Andrea in Florence (Italy). “Beyond borders” means being aware that we are single individuals in this massive interconnection that are our actions, our connections, our communications, our desires. That nothing stands isolated.

Nothing stands isolated, just like the water we drink every day has been recycling itself on this planet for the past millennia. So probably Cesar peed the water you used today to boil your pasta.

Nothing stands isolated, just like the air we breathe might have entered a whale’s lungs somewhere, far off the Antarctic coast, a couple of hundred years ago. The same whale which could have been killed to make the soap your great-grandmother used to wash her sheets in some river in Northern Europe, or America, or Australia, or Hong Kong.

Since so much happens daily in this busy planet of ours, and that nothing stands isolated, let yourself be touched by these interconnections, by the simple question: “what is that person, in Australia, doing at this time of day? how does her driving her car affect the air I will breathe, in 6 months or so, as it gets to where I live?”