Spin-ster!

(I wrote this as an accompaniment to a short ariel-dance piece I choreographed for myself as part of a 3 week ariel performance workshop with Brandy Leary... il try and figure out how to put the vid of it up next!)

I awake to the sound of my breathing. Within myself first and then on the outside. Where I have awoken I cannot always tell right away... At times I wake into a dream that resembles a reality, other times into a reality that could be a dream. But then again who can tell which is which?

Haven't you ever wondered if you'll suddenly wake up and find all of this has disappeared? that it was only a dream?

I no longer do.

My faith lies in the laws of gravity. Especially when they fail. I need nothing more, for i know in the end i still feel alive.

I continue spinning, in and out of control... and when the world is a blur even when steady, how does it matter what direction I am turning in?

I am asked to turn in sync with the world by people who do not turn it. But I move to my own rhythm. The one i began with, awoke with.

In and out of consciousness too i go, only to wake some place else.

i feel like a complete ass casue i cant seem to upload the bloody film anywhere!! but anyway, if anyone wants to see it i have a cd so.... yeah!

Tapping into the unknown

Sooooo.... mother darling.... or more appropriately, my boss/director has given us a new exploration project to do.... we'v been put in groups of 5 (there are 5 groups in all) consisting of 1 camera-man, 1 editor, 1 dancer, 1 musician and 1 director/writer each.... the task that has been given to us is that every group must decide on a poem each... it can be in any language and any form... and using this poem we were to make a small movie or short film, if you will! We are allowed to do anything we want as long as the video is between 1 and 5 mins and it was a must to use the poem as a major part of the film... and we have 5 days (starting yesterdya) to submit the final copy!!

Anyway, from about 4 poems (2 english ones, 1 guj and 1 hindi) we managed to select the one we liked the most this morning.... and its something written by me... so this is it...

'She writes on loose sheets of paper
floating about the room
she picks up her pen every so often
at a loss of words drives it through, tearing it
she writes on everything she finds
her slowly wearing jeans
invisibly on beautifully curved backs
on equally beautiful minds
women's of course, for men have neither

(But the trees don't have wounds)'

Will try and keep updating what is happening and how we are progressing, but if not will upload the end product once its done... :-)