
name was spoken
Before the women gathered to chant
and pray and lay out
your tiny clothes
Somewhere beyond the
mark and text of time
Your song began
to softly call you
Waiting for your
soul to awaken”
Jeannie Roberts Royce
“In the process of creating an indigenous form of modern dance, Japanese butoh founders discovered a universal poetry of the body. Rather than transcending the human condition, butoh asks us to descend into it- down into the turbulence, awkwardness and uncertainty of life- and from there, deep in the thick of things, we discover our own healing and capacity to love unconditionally.” Lani Weissbach
“MA the space between, is the global connective tissue of butoh, allowing the permeable passage of images in butoh alchemy. Moving through ma,butoh-a awaken self=reflexive moments in themselves and their audiences. Ma is not merely a perceptual and spatial concept; it is also an expansive state of mind. The mind that has been freed from thought can dwell in-between, not looking back with regret or forwad in anticipation.” Sondra Fraleigh
They tell how it was, and how time
came along, and how it happened
again and again. They tell
the slant life takes when it turns
and slashes your face as a friend.
Any wound is real. In church
a woman lets the sun find
her cheek, and we see the lesson:
there are years in that book: there are sorrows
a choir can’t reach when they sing.
Rows of children lift their faces of promise,
places where the scars will be.
William Stafford
We would have spent sharing it
now
You have made a capsule
You have wed yourself
so neatly
I try to pack
My nest of thought
into your capsule
we find no room
One step back
and the night licks it’s
sealed eye like a lover
Yet instead of pleasure
It is a stance
More solid than
stone of white marble
the rim of night
closed