synopsis In the dark crowded go go club, where there is no place for intimacy, being placed on top of her stage, the dancer is the only one who is physically separated from the rest, dancing with and around her glittery pole. She is giving her "show" to her customers, an erotic dance that is to be desired but not to be touched, an illusion of seduction for the eyes-only. Her customer may fantasize she is dancing especially for him, but she dances with no emotion nor affection and dances only in the presence of viewers, as if she is “programmed” to dance. We wanted to capture this isolation of the dancer-object and her relation with anonymous viewers only connected by their unattainable desire. A printer is programmed to print out whatever the words it is asked to print by a computer and it’s user. We find a printer is a suitable metaphor for affectionless performance of the dancer. The paper being fed out from the printer ties/entangles the fragile and illusionary relationship between the dancer and her viewers. She (the printer) is placed on her stage and continuously feeds out a long strip of paper. When she feels the shadow of a viewer by a photo sensor placed at the bottom of the stage, "The Diary", a poem by Goethe is printed on the paper, which falls around the poll with a “dance” of words. The poem is a story of a failed one-night sexual adventure by an older man who fell in love with a young woman; it describes his desire and the nature of fidelity. As the viewer walks away from her, she stops printing words, producing only white lines, creating a gap on the paper until other viewers approach her. By the end of the evening, when everyone is gone, all is left at the bottom of the stage is a pile of paper, a residue of her dances and the time passed.

“The Diary”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

1.She comes and goes,
and as we talk I'm stricken
With growing admiration for her charm.
I watch how cleverly
she craves my chicken
With quick, deft movements
of her hand and arm:
How my mad feathers sprout,
my pulses quicken!
In short, my head confused,
my heart is warm,
And up I jump, knock
the chair over, seize
The pretty creature-
but she whispers: 'Please,
2.Not now! My aunt's downstairs,
she listen when
I serve up here, and checks
how long I stay;
She brandishes her cane,
the old harridan,
And punishes each minute of delay.
But stay awake, don't lock your door,
and then
When midnight comes,
maybe we'll find a way.'
She wriggles free from my embrace,
and slips
Back to her work;
soon in again she trips
3.To serve me- but her looks,
how much they tell!
A heavenly promise blossoms
from her eyes;
I watch her rounded bosom's
splendid swell
As it is filled with little
half- checked sighs;
And to her ears and throat
and neck as well
I see the fleeting rosy
love- flush rise.
She pauses then, finds all
her duties done,
Hesitates, looks about her and is gone.
4.Now midnight's here; streets,
houses are at rest;
My bed is wide, but I have settled for
The narrowest share of it,
at the behest
Of love, that all-
foreseeing counsellor.
My candle burn still, as with daintiest
Of footfalls she comes gliding
to my door.
Her lovely form I seize with eager eyes
And then with eager arms,
as down she lies.
5.Still she withdraws: 'There's something
I must tell
You, or we'll still be strangers!
I know how
Things look to you, but please,
try to think well
Of me. I've never gone
with men till now;
They say I'm cold. I was a silly girl
Till I met you! But then I made a vow
That I would have you-
yes, this very night!
You mustn't mind;
I loved you at first sight;
6.And I am still a virgin- otherwise
I'd not pretend; I've told
you all I know.'
She hugs me close to her sweet breasts,
and lies
There in my arms, happy at last.
But though
I kissed her now, her mouth,
her brow, her eyes,
I was in wondrous quandary even so:
My master player, hitherto so hot,
Shrinks, novice- like,
it's ardour quite forgot.
7.Hoe chaste she was!
for though she made me free
Of her sweet body, loving words, a kiss
Contented her; she nestled close to me,
Desiring, as it seemed,
no more than this;
Happy she looked, peacefully,
yieldingly
Satisfied, as if nothing were amiss.
So I too lay and watched her,
glad of heart,
Still hoping, trusting in
that master part.

8.So the dear angle lies, and as if all
The bed were hers,
spreads each commodious limb,
While he, still powerless, squashed
against the wall,
Must forfeit what she
freely offered him.
Thus a parched wanderer still
is doomed to fall
By snakebite at the fountain's very rim
She breathes in her sweet dreams,
and for her sake
He holds his breath;
she dreams and does not wake.
9.Oh then did not your soul
and senses leap,
Was all of you not ecstasy at once?
Scarcely in your arms, already
she was deep
Into your heart. Who clasped her
in that dance
More jealousy than you, as if to keep
Her even from yourself? Intelligence,
Wit, vital powers all doubled-
but still faster
Was its increase, that
little lord and master!
10.Thus still they grew,
desire and tenderness;
We were betrothed in spring,
and she was more
Lovely than any maytime's bloom;
ah yes,
How strong it waxed, our youthful
passion's store!
And when at last we wed, I do confess,
Before that altar and
that priest, before
Thy wretched bloodstained cross,
domine Christe,
God pardon me! it stirred,
young master Iste.11.Now the day breaks. Quickly the
girl leaps out
Of bed, throws on her clothes;
waking in these
Strange circumstances, she's
confused no doubt,
Looks up, and then
looks down again. Now he's
Bidding goodbye to her; she turns about
And as she leaves, her shapely
limbs still please
His eyes. The carriage waits,
the posthorn's sound
Cheers him, he's soon homeward
and wifeward bound.