Monday, January 17, 2011

Recovery rituals

A big cock cures a headache.
A long swim clears the head.
And opera,
the loud and Italian kind,
opera clears the heart.

Friday, January 14, 2011

ruthless desire

A few days ago, I was told that to love means sometimes to protect the other from your own ruthless desire.
So I hold my bundle of ruthless desire against my breast.
And it sucks.
It bites.
It hurts.
(Love hurts)

Nothing left to do then, but to dance it out.
The audience does not need to be protected from your ruthless desire.
They have, in fact, paid for it.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

decolonizing 2

I woke up the other morning thinking that to make a dance is to construct a ritual that decolonizes our bodies. A ritual that frees us from straight lines and linear thought and re-awakens our bodies to their inherent capacity to attend to and negotiate the complexities of the world.