Marie Kübler
Marie Kübler studied Applied Theatre Studies in Gießen, Germany. They work in the realm of theatre and performance and enjoy organizing and having an overview from behind the scenes. Writing has always been easier than everything and harder than anything else. For their MA final project, they developed a solo performance working with rather than against social anxiety. The above text is an excerpt from Trembling Heart, Panicked Desire (this is not a participatory performance) [2025].
an excerpt of chronic superstition
I want you all to fall in love with me. Oh my, I am withering away in the dark corners of my mind! I need us to work together. You are not allowed to tell me anything. Do not dare to even look at me. What you see is a remnant of potential. What you see cannot be everything that there is. This room is empty. I do not expect you to follow me. I do not expect you to understand…
yet…
I make an effort. I am not involved in anything criminal but my emotions. I am the liminal zone in which everything wants to happen and nothing ever does. I stick myself in my own traps and always have been. If I do manage to make you understand, you fall in love with me, is that a deal? Let me be as clear as I can while being as abstract as possible. The key to not being noticed is to become my surroundings. Vanish into the humdrum of life. I never reach the body in control. The controlled body is not in control. Giving in to the need to lose control is impossible. If there was no control at all, the better. This is a love story, really, but there is no one here. What if I reveal everything and there just happens to be nothing there? A landscape: desert. A stilled river in air. A running horse, not in slow motion. This body is only for you to access. I have left. I am a locked box, a tomb, a highly defined spatial limit, which means that over time, I get quite tight. Maybe there is a way to expand, but I don’t seem capable of searching for it. This body is also a bomb. There is a tendency to freeze. How could I be something when I try to be nothing? I feel criminal because I feel. Let me disappear for now, I really need a break –
Imagine: Imagine you are in a body but cannot access the world with it. You feel like all of life is forbidden to you. Life is a closed sphere that you may look at, but cannot enter. It is a big dare that you don’t dare to take on. You spun a web that became a barrier that is impenetrable. Imagine you don’t exist. But you do! You do exist. Imagine your body is there but not really there. You are a specter, a ghost, just a shift in energy. Imagine your body is an empty shell, left to their own devices, slowly breaking down before you and you cannot grasp them, cannot grip them, can’t pull them together. Imagine you are the one telling a story of desire,
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