This appeared in my inbox a few weeks back:
It’s by Paulette Fire, who has been taking class with me for a few years.
The beginnings of Paulette’s work came out of a bit of writing we did in class.
It’s worth a read, and then another.
I’m going to leave it there because it’s enough for today — to read this work, to pause, and then to read it again.
It’s enough for today — to wonder about the path your body takes through space and through time.
It’s enough for you to read this work, to lie down on the floor, to notice your breath, and to take a few minutes, or more, to follow the inevitable unfolding of your body in its fullest expression.
It’s enough to ground you in the moment as nothing else can, so that each generation may pass through, leaving traces of themselves that linger on our skin.
Before I go, I invite you to join me for the next installment of Dog Dance Day Dreams.
It happens this coming Friday, Oct 21st, 7pm, at Floorspace.
Dog Dance Day Dreams is an improvised solo I share with my community the third friday of each month with conceptual/directorial guidance by Andrew Marcus (The Disappearance Project).
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Joanna and The Agitators
sweetly agitating/persistently upending