i promise if you stay, i will stun you. I will stop you in your tracks.your cells will shift and your skin will open it´s eyes. your mouth will part and your breathe will linger in your lungs.
and i will irrovocably change you.
if you stay
Thursday, February 17, 2011
i don´t mind if you see me
I am extrememly mediocre at dance it seems. But what´s more impacting is that I am really blunt at presenting myself. I have little motivation for it. I don´t mind if you see me. You can see where I suck and where I might be brilliant but also concerning. It´s ok with me if I fall under your expectations of what success is or good dance is or good writing is. This is me. It´s all I have and I trust honesty more than anything else.
Immersion into the seas of mankind, I find intimacy, but I also find...love.
i love you. i love that you saw me like that and like this. and i love that you stayed and that you left.
Immersion into the seas of mankind, I find intimacy, but I also find...love.
i love you. i love that you saw me like that and like this. and i love that you stayed and that you left.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Bah! So many things I need to tell YOU!
Before-FIRST: I really really want lesbian music, a porch, a pack of cigarettes, a miller highlife, and my lesbo friends.... NOW.
FIRST: I live in Sant Pere.. and there is a lot of dog shit in the streets of this adorable neighborhood. ANd I often think to myself, while strolling to the bakery, ¨Why dont people want to pick up their dog´s shit?¨ Then, just the other day, I noticed that in my neighborhood is El Centre de Gent Gran (or something along these words). And, then I looked around, only to observe all the dogs were owned my OLD PEOPLE. These old Barcelona cats have been walking on cobble stones for years.....they can´t bend over. not even in the bedroom, and fersher not in the street. Picking up dog shit could initiate a heartattack or something or break a hip. And then I thought, ¨Shit. someone needs to open a pooper scooper shop in Sant Pere.¨ Dance or PooperScooper Shop? My career is honestly at a crossroads.
SECOND: It´s thoughts on the Barcelona dance scene and a the lil scensters out there that i am getting to know. lol. BIDE--- what is it with us? Why do we think it is a good idea to create an exchange where each dance professional has to pay to exchange their ideas with others? DO we have some kind of karma or wierd complex about paying for the work we do, instead of making money. We can´t even hang out and benfit from each other without paying someone else. Also, emergents. emerging. there. be there. scene it out and if you dont, you dont exist. This is another complex in the adult world in general. We are like the kids at the clubs, dressed to impress and hoping to be noticed, hoping to confirm our existence in the world. Am I still a dancer if, instead of going to the dance event, I stay at home in my underwear, eat peanut butter out of a jar and touch myself...twice.? Cause sometimes I don´t want to go to the dance thing. And the dance my hand does is far more exciting to me.
THIRD: uuuh, I LOVE MY FAMILY!
FOURTH: well. basically I saw Olga Tragant´s solo and then the following night I went to Mercat de les Flors and saw Los Corderos. Whoa. different, and next to each other, even more so.
Tragant´s solo: great lighting. eery. possibly self-indulgent. and stress-inducing. Some beautiful images and they stayed with me. Text that is still stuck in my head. I really like the lighting.
Los Corderos: well... they talked in Spanish the whole time, with some eng translation (though I don´t think resignated is a word). they were out there in space, moving and responding, and inviting being seen. It was beutiful. And worth seeing twice. The ending was not as strong as it could have been. And there were moments that were over-stimulating. But, what was great was, the depth wasn´t seeked out. it was just there in the surface. And we were there and they were there and we saw eachother, heads were turned. and what ever they were doing, was the thing.
Bueno, gent. hi ha esta. gràcies per llegir axiò.
FIRST: I live in Sant Pere.. and there is a lot of dog shit in the streets of this adorable neighborhood. ANd I often think to myself, while strolling to the bakery, ¨Why dont people want to pick up their dog´s shit?¨ Then, just the other day, I noticed that in my neighborhood is El Centre de Gent Gran (or something along these words). And, then I looked around, only to observe all the dogs were owned my OLD PEOPLE. These old Barcelona cats have been walking on cobble stones for years.....they can´t bend over. not even in the bedroom, and fersher not in the street. Picking up dog shit could initiate a heartattack or something or break a hip. And then I thought, ¨Shit. someone needs to open a pooper scooper shop in Sant Pere.¨ Dance or PooperScooper Shop? My career is honestly at a crossroads.
SECOND: It´s thoughts on the Barcelona dance scene and a the lil scensters out there that i am getting to know. lol. BIDE--- what is it with us? Why do we think it is a good idea to create an exchange where each dance professional has to pay to exchange their ideas with others? DO we have some kind of karma or wierd complex about paying for the work we do, instead of making money. We can´t even hang out and benfit from each other without paying someone else. Also, emergents. emerging. there. be there. scene it out and if you dont, you dont exist. This is another complex in the adult world in general. We are like the kids at the clubs, dressed to impress and hoping to be noticed, hoping to confirm our existence in the world. Am I still a dancer if, instead of going to the dance event, I stay at home in my underwear, eat peanut butter out of a jar and touch myself...twice.? Cause sometimes I don´t want to go to the dance thing. And the dance my hand does is far more exciting to me.
THIRD: uuuh, I LOVE MY FAMILY!
FOURTH: well. basically I saw Olga Tragant´s solo and then the following night I went to Mercat de les Flors and saw Los Corderos. Whoa. different, and next to each other, even more so.
Tragant´s solo: great lighting. eery. possibly self-indulgent. and stress-inducing. Some beautiful images and they stayed with me. Text that is still stuck in my head. I really like the lighting.
Los Corderos: well... they talked in Spanish the whole time, with some eng translation (though I don´t think resignated is a word). they were out there in space, moving and responding, and inviting being seen. It was beutiful. And worth seeing twice. The ending was not as strong as it could have been. And there were moments that were over-stimulating. But, what was great was, the depth wasn´t seeked out. it was just there in the surface. And we were there and they were there and we saw eachother, heads were turned. and what ever they were doing, was the thing.
Bueno, gent. hi ha esta. gràcies per llegir axiò.
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