Tuesday, August 30, 2011

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




Tuesday, August 23, 2011

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



Saturday, August 20, 2011

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





Tuesday, August 16, 2011

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
 





Tuesday, August 9, 2011

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.'





Tuesday, August 2, 2011

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 ecuaciĆ³n