Month: April 2012
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Cabbies
<a href=”https://helenthorsendances.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/pict0280.jpg”>Oh how the midnight turns 5 am with it’s small heartaches and cigarettes pouring out the drunks What a life- hey Al the adventures and still at the end the stillness of your breath wispering you home
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Training Notes
The ultimate state of dancing is to become so transparent that everything that arises internally and every thing that happens externally is met without any resistance or any holding on. Everything is allowed to be just the way it is. without any effort or judgement. everything just flows through your being with nothing in the way.…
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For the Bard
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes For they in thee a thousand errors note, But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise Shakespeare Part of Sonnet 141
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BARCAROLE
If only you would touch my heart, if only you would put your mouth on my heart, your delicate mouth, your teeth, if you would put your tongue like a red arrow there where my dusty heart beats, it you would blow on my heart, near the sea, weeping, it would sound with a dark…
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For Vanessa
Crows From a single grain they have multiplied. When you look inthe eyes of one you have seen them all. At the edges of highways they pick at limp things. They are anything byt refined. Or they fly out over the corn like pellets of black fire, like overlords. Crow is crow, you say? Drive…
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“Gooselanding”
What a hag is love What a crone With omens and past lives This mist must be her breath inescapably seeping into my days her womb laughing at my cut destiny at the rewrite of troy
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April 14th Performance Offering
DAIPANbutoh Collective Presents April 14th 7:30pm @ Velocity Dance Center 1621 12th Avenue, Seattle, WA 98122 Cost: $10 Experience a collaborative night of movement and music, the culmination of the 2-month DAIPANbutoh workshop series, “Emergence of the Deeper Self” Featuring: Solo by Consuelo Gonzalez Short films of SU-EN, Joan Laage,…
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Storm Warnings
The glass has been falling all the afternoon, And knowing better than the instrument What winds are walking overhead, what zone Of gray unrest is moving across the land, I leave the book upon a pillowed chair And walk from window to closed window, watching Boughs strain against the sky And think again, as often…
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Butoh Notes
“Fears are the termites that ceaselessly devour the foundation of whatever sort of life we try to build” AA’s 12 by 12
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Wild Geese
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting, You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on.…
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