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In 1980, as part of a project called Word of Mouth, I was invited,

along with eleven other artists, to go to Ponape, a tiny island in the middle

of the Pacific. The idea was that we’d sit around talking for a few days and

that the conversations would be made into a talking record

The first night we were all really jet-lagged. But as soon as we sat down the

organizers set up all these mics and switched on thousand-watt light bulbs,

and we tried our best to seem as intelligent as possible

Television had just come to Ponape a week before we arrived, and there was a

strong excitement around the island, as people crowded around the few sets

Then the day after we arrived, in a bizarre replay of the first TV show ever

broadcast to Ponape, prisoners escaped from a jail, broke into the radio

station and murdered the DJ. Then they went off on a rampage through the jungle

armed with lawnmower blades. In all, four people were murdered in cold blood

Detectives, flown in from Guam to investigate, swarmed everywhere

At night we stayed around in our cottages listening out into the jungle

Finally the local chief decided to hold a ceremony for the murder victims.

The artist Marina Abramović and I went, as representatives of our group,

to film it

The ceremony was held in a large thatched lean-to, and most of the ceremony

involved cooking beans in pits and brewing a dark drink from roots.

The smell was overwhelming. Dogs careened around barking, and everybody seemed

to be having a fairly good time, as funerals go

After a few hours, Marina and I were presented to the chief, who was sitting on

a raised platform above the pits. We’d been told we couldn’t turn our backs on

the chief at any time, or ever be higher than he was. So we scrambled up onto

the platform with our film equipment and sort of duck-waddled up backwards to

the chief

As a present I brought one of those Fred Flintstone cameras, the kind where the

film canister is also the body of the camera, and I presented it to the chief.

He seemed delighted and began to click off pictures. He wasn’t advancing the

film between shots, but since we were told we shouldn’t speak unless spoken to,

I wasn’t able to inform him that he wasn’t going to get twelve pictures,

but only one, very, very complicated one

After a couple more hours, the chief lifted his hand and there was absolute

silence

All the dogs had suddenly stopped barking. We looked around and saw the dogs.

All their throats had been simultaneously cut, and their bodies,

still breathing, pierced with rods, were turning on the spits. The chief

insisted we join in the meal, but Marina had turned green, and I asked if we

could just have ours to go

They carefully wrapped the dogs in leaves and we carried their bodies away

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