Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Friday, October 16, 2009

Allegory... from a time before

imagine luminous black
wings stretching into golden
dawn
a silent fall into the arc of world
all seeing ravens
or
a bird of your choice
imagine you are the bird
swooping over a crest
of black and white hill
close enough to hear melodies
horses hooves
creaking armour
knights striving & heaving
amidst/against
crosses in all directions
Imagine
daring sweep
diagonal rush to save ... or capture
uneasy alliances of church & state
dive into the mist, closer
closer still
near enough to taste
copper of blood and soldiers
murmuring a thousand sighs
sacrificed for a king
Imagine
chimes
shouts
victory or gallantry
haunting
a queen's tranquil insolence
the hush of the castle at day's end
a tactical lullaby
Imagine
this in two dimensions...
or one...

No; don't
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7 comments:

  1. HarlequinOctober 17, 2009 at 12:18 AM

    ... and trying another; from a piece I did a while back and refined a bit... for a playful, patient, gentle teacher who introduced me to this landscape

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  2. BarlinnieOctober 17, 2009 at 4:05 AM

    "a bird of your choice
    imagine you are the bird
    swooping over a crest
    of black and white hill
    close enough to hear melodies"

    Evocative and thought provoking in its entirety.

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  3. the walking manOctober 17, 2009 at 6:11 AM

    Imagine a life imaginings in 10 dimensions of willing capture by thoughts taken to ever increasing heights.

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  4. Madame DeFargeOctober 17, 2009 at 4:48 PM

    I love the imagery of being a bird flying over history. The line 'a silent fall into the arc of world' is just fabulous, fabulous.

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  5. GarthOctober 18, 2009 at 12:24 PM

    those middle ages were a crap time :)
    a queen's tranquil insolence what a beautiful line

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  6. Øyvind Førland StandalOctober 22, 2009 at 5:04 AM

    Nice movements in there, felt them. Looking forward to follow you here

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  7. sarahNovember 9, 2009 at 5:36 AM

    a queen's tranquil insolence' and sacrifice for a king, I loved the way you wove layers, I was there and at the same time looking above.

    Happy day, Sarah)

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