The Crane
Rosemary Hannon in rehearsal for The Crane and The Crocodile... it hatches January 13...
Rosemary Hannon in rehearsal for The Crane and The Crocodile... it hatches January 13...
This afternoon, a group of 5 experimental dance&performance people will begin rehearsals for Of Limb and Language, a 2012/13 ARC project. For my part, as the director, today marks the end of months of solo reading, dreaming, planning, and procrastinating. Thankyou CounterPULSE!!! Some tumbled thoughts I walk into the studio with… #1 “ I’ve got your back, buddy.” Language requires trust, and sense of community. The trust required is challenged by physical reality. If you trust your buddy to protect
LESLIE Time flies insanely around, like a mosquito in the night. Moreover: http://www.gabberwocky.5u.com/installation.htm
Sitting at the window, I repeat to myself: the project is to grapple with my inability to comprehend or speak about my world. From my castle, my ivory tower, my highest, whitest horse, I can read all about it — 87 are dead in Aleppo, 26 in Connecticut— all safely within view, and unreachable. Next to me, a book about a genocide my very own family survived. Somewhere on the horizon, my very own death, at a considered and clinical distance. Far.
Feb. 10, 2013 The crew of ‘Of Limb & Language’ travels to Earthdance today, to the E|MERGE residency, for two weeks of retreat. In the TSA line at SFO, my elation and gratitude is mixed with apprehension. Distance affords politeness: how will we survive two weeks of non-stop abstract somatic investigation into the production of meaning and the nature of language? In the cramped gangway leading to the plane, Rosemary reminds us that it’s the Chinese New Year. In Beijing,
Rosemary Hannon / Andy Lundberg. photo: Miriam Wolodarski
It’s about capitalist self-censorship, and whether or not I can feel it in my kidneys. It's about having nothing to say and saying it, as if John Cage needed our poetry, too. About our eternal need for snacks to feed the phantom limbs. About rhetorical silence, felt silence. dead silence. Freedom protection. —That won't sell— Diffidence v. deference. If deference wins, deference v. différance. The show is about the fact that though I know I’ve looked it up on more
Tomorrow was today. This morning I found some of last week's thoughts. And though we open TONIGHT! and time is a jetplane, I'm still crawling around on hands and feet. So here they are, last weeks thoughts, still fresh: "A major chance operation crept into the show. Stormed in, I should say, with muddy, bloody, war-like little booties. Why? — It certainly wasn’t part of the original plan. Is this a moralistic metaphor about the sick absurdity of a death