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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
Monthly Archives: April 2012
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.
Rehearsal for Higher Ground
everything just flows through your being with nothing in the way. we surrender to our own divine wildness.
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
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 noise, with the sound
of sleepy train wheels,
like wavering waters,
like a leave in autum,
like blood,
with a noise of moist flames burning the sky,
sounding like dreams or branches or rains,
or foghorns in a dreary port,
if you would blow on my heart, near the sea,
like a white ghost,
at the edge of the foam,
in the midst of the wind,
like an un chained ghost, at the edge of the sea weeping…
Pablo Neruda
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 down any road,
take a train or an airplane
across the world, leave
your old life behind,
die and be born again-
wherever you arrive
they’ll be there first,
glossy and rowdy
and indistinguishable.
The deep muscle of the world.
Mary Oliver
“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
April 14th Performance Offering
DAIPANbutoh Collective Presents
April 14th Performance
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, & Diana Garcia-Snyder (October 2012 Third WAVE Artists)
- Workshop Participants’ Performance (Spark Awesome, Lela Besom, Bruce Fogg, Consuelo Gonzalez,Aubrey Lesicki, Angela Martinelli, Compass Noce, Stephen Passero, Paul Pauper, Rebecca Shepherd)
- DAIPANbutoh Teachers’ Performance (Sheri Brown, Maureen Freehill, Joan Laage, Helen Thorsen, & Douglas Ridings)
- Music by: Lube Fondue (Seattle) & Travis McAllister (Portland)
Any questions and/or concerns contact:
Sheri Brown, sheribrown@gmail.com 206-940-6078
Helen Thorsen, helisdancing@hotmail.com 206-226-9485
