Tuesday Night Post #21

Droplets,

My Post.  A projection of a future performance with a sketch to solidify the idea.

-DBL

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Cloud

A cloud of texture distinguished by its sound

Floats above him, The Caller, calling to the crowd

A crowd of thoughts distinguished by its collective action

Surrounds like a veil around inaction

His body a vessel to manifest the paradox of the virtual self

To behold and ride on this network of friends

As he voyages through his forms which are many

Reflecting the thought of One with rows of fingers aplenty

Not a seer of truth but a master of social engineering

Implanting the time signature a rhythm subtle but fulfilling 

One in all they perform the cycle

Destroying through creating

What took many years to make and many lives to construct

A collective thought that has always existed

Masked by this collective inaction just mentioned

A perpetual machine of absurdity

Beautiful in its efficiency and its inefficiency

For to construct what already exist to a second rate

That adds for more thirst than it satiates

Is what we now call the post-human condition

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Tuesday Night Post #20 (mid-day addition)

Pebbles,

Do to lack of computer access in Joshua Tree I am posting an early version.

-DBL

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Inhaling I am human

I rise filled with life

Exhale pulled down

A small death

In this I practice being human

Creating my horizon

My eye projects the distance I can go

My body measures

My present state

Its Present Weight

A simple black and White

Complicated by desire

Darkness mixed with sweetness

This dichotomy is destroyed

In the building and demolition

I lose sight of this rhythm

At times I stare into the Black

Convinced that it's a blinding light

The other direction a confusing paradox

A Third state

I meander finding things

That enlighten from macabre foundations

Colliding winds that 

Spin, spin, spin

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Koichi and Hiroko Tamano at the Harrison House- Joshua Tree 08/22-08/24

Greeting friends,

For anyone venturing out to Joshua Tree or for anyone wanting to experience the last performance and workshops by Kiochi and Hiroko Tamano and the Harupin-ha Dance Theater on the mainland here is the press release from Harrison House Music and Dance.  If I find a ride I will be there and performing as part of the troupe.

-DBL

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Dear Friends and Dance Lovers:

It is with great pleasure that we will host Harrison House artists-in-residence Koichi & Hiroko Tamano for a special farewell Butoh Dance Theater performance on August 22nd followed by a two-part workshop on August 23rd.

Living treasures, international touring artists and Harupin-ha creators, Koichi & Hiroko, have been performing and teaching Butoh for over 30 years and were the first to bring this dance form to the West.  The influence of Butoh originator Tatsumi Hijikata, who performed with and shaped the two artists, has left its imprint on them although the Tamanos have since forged their own style.

Many of you were in attendance when Koichi & Hiroko were last here, and we've received numerous requests for a return visit.  It is an honor to present their final U.S. mainland performance and workshops before they relocate back to Japan.

Performance:
Monday, August 22, 2011, 7:30pm
“A Big Sky" (after the end of the world)
Donation: $15

Workshops:
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
"Create Your Own Horizon"
7:00 am~8:30am - $20
6:30 pm~9:00pm - $35

Workshops/Performance - $60
(Space is Limited)

Performance & Workshops will take place at Harrison House
(6881 Mt. Lassen Avenue, Joshua Tree, CA)


Tickets are available at: Joshua Tree Health Foods
(29 Palms Hwy at Sunset Street, Joshua Tree, CA)

For additional information call: 760.366.4712

Best,
Eva


Eva Soltes
Harrison House Music & Arts
Founder/Director
P.O. Box 416
Joshua Tree, CA 92252

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Tuesday Night Post #19

Wind Bags,

Studying with Hiroko Tamano in Berkeley has been a cosmic experience.  Lessons that have made me be aware of this sphere we spin on and the many forms humans can transmute into by inner want, not external forces.  Just one more reminder that the human experience is a rare experiance.

-DBL

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Seed of Choice

(Stories of the Two)

Sunshine and a moonlit night all in one

A reminder that time is not real and rules destroy beauty

In his view she is his master

This inner growth through her skin expels

A sobering reproach

Proximity makes a touch even more inviting

Drowning in the fluid both find common ground

In secretly he burns the land for renewal and devilish destruction

In passing she finds cues in the footsteps

Rhythms of walks that signify an extension of this transformation

Two energy sources flooding the space

They try to defy their rules of disgrace

As he expands so does the darkness

As his inner light expands her darkness matures

As we study this corporal transformation

We witness integration

Their words become disjointed

Arms pulled every which way by the comic winds

Her present sense is of a needle and tread that cruises through

Her newly formed flesh

Now she is only connected to her past by strings above

Grounded by one below

A single string that she chose to sew

A symbol of her mortal self

 

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Tuesday Night Post #18

I was walking down the street wearing glasses when the prescription ran out.

If you shoot at mimes, should you use a silencer?

When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a few mistakes.'

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Tuesday Night Post #17

Jaded Children,

The performance on Saturday was...well lets just say being a mountain is hard.  Time in the Bay Area has been pleasant and revealing, what one is, will always be unless one choses to explore the possibility of self-deconstruction in risk of self-destruction.  This is life theater of the absurd.

-DBL

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Que Idea Mas Absurda

Con tiempo manifesto mi vida absurda

A phrase that recently I have chose to be my meaning

How absurd?

Well imagine a gift of awareness that comes with seeing a face

A face so sweet and familiar that one not through thought

But through internal programming

One sees their future past and present

A vision like this is the vision of self-transcendental meditation

A distance that makes the hands face and mind

Petite, distortions of time

La vida absurda no obedece la leyes de fisica

Ni mi deseo de amar lo que las leyes destruyen

In clarity there is also loss of relation

Small figure in space responding to

Big figure set sail by magnetic winds

Wind catches your back pulled toward the little figure

Wind from the front removes you from this small world

Only two exist in a world free of judgement
But then judgement becomes internal
Tension exchanges do to willingness to admit desire

Senses of what is confusing and beautiful

Much fulfilling and titillation

Si manifesto esta vida, ser feliz no es parte de esta ecuación

  

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