but don’t expect me to come away clean or to glisten too much.
In this wide plain we’ll sit and not fall downhill.
Coffee runs into indigo ink.
Muscles melt away please so I can be slow-cooked
and fall tenderly off my bones.
I can see them as lumpy ash mixed with white
and it saddens me.
Not in a dramatical sense but in a way that is a constant tightness, a constant cramming, or cramping or clamping in.
My hand on my arm,
my pulse at my fingertips.
Not a striptease.
A shameful removal of clothes while you watch so angry.
Both unkindness and kindness makes me faint.
In the present day I pause not-knowing.
Jul 25
Get rid of the chairs so there can be drumming
Jul 11
Very bleary-eyed, I stepped from rush-hour tube to smooth-landing plane and into calm but disorientating Vienna. It was when I collected my baggage that I realised that I wasn’t in London - that may seem quite a shameful delay but all of the past few days have been spent performing-choreographing-doing-latenightpacking that I had come to exist at a kind of “just keep going’ creature not really able to take in the city sights. So yes, it was with a jolt that I actually saw - as in actually saw - the German signs and appreciated that I had left London. I have left London feeling incredibly full and this seems important to note. At present, I am at a place of being very content and rather than chasing anything or feeling pressure to race on/ahead, recent events and accomplishments have actually made my life feel very nourished - the generosity of everyone who donated to get me here is one such instance. And so it is with a full self that I begin my DanceWEB adventure. I am under no illusion however. This full self will have evaporated by the end of our first meeting this evening I am sure. And so it should. I can’t quite explain this full-but ready-to-be-pulled-apart again feeling and maybe I should be very, VERY careful what I wish for. Perhaps I simply mean a teasing out from this full space into the unknown but feeling a solid platform underneath my feet nonetheless. Perhaps life’s occurrences often ultimately show that no matter how full you can feel (for me this is one of my very first, full feelings) there is no actual stopping or arriving for longer than is needed. I don’t know. I feel like I have needed this sense of arrival and want to hold onto it. Without being too fatalistic, life has other ideas and my full-self is telling me that I can handle it…and that the full feeling will be back soon.
Jul 3
The only type of pie chart that moves me (to make pie)
The Premiere of ‘Do Not Read This’ written and directed by Joanna Callaghan is TODAY!
Produced by Heraclitus Pictures, ”DO NOT READ THIS” is the third film in a series about philosophical ideas. Like previous films it attempts through narrative and mise-en-scène to find filmic expression for the philosophical idea.The film draws on the complex work of Jacques Derrida to explore the act of writing and in turn of reading.
It was the first short film I had the pleasure of starring in. I am nervous but very excited to see it!
The trailer can be viewed at https://vimeo.com/43814622
Whoop!!
Jun 26
Do Not Read This - Film Premiere
Jun 26
Janine Harrington’s The Bridge was a wonderful success on Saturday - over 40 dancers who I had the pleasure of working with over the past few months.
See more photos by Glen Mackay here and a great review by Germaine Cheng
Jun 25
It’s official! With the help of some very special people, I have raised the money I need to go to ImPulsTanz as a DanceWEB scholar! Hurrah!! THANK YOU!!
Jun 25
Opening this new blog with one of my absolute most favourite dance works. I know I wasn’t around to see the original but it’s awe-inspiring choreography.
Trisha Brown, Woman Walking Down a Ladder (1973/2010) (diptych), gelatin silver prints, courtesy Broadway 1602, New York. Copyright Babette Mangolte.
