Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Orders
A year and a month ago, I had a realization: I am not suppposed to be a dance company, I am instead supposed to be a dance order. There is a perfection in the overall sense of this that I find beautiful and satisfying. Like a fall apple in my hand or the folds of skirt on my hips, it fits me -- but I do not understand many of the particulars. I am at this point intent on listening for clues, slowly and blindly following orders. Looking for the order of things.
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I like how your skirt-folds correspond to your elbow-folds at the end :) Yes, apple season is nigh! My favorites are Fujis and Pink Ladies - crisp and tangy.
Did you first intend on lying there the whole time? Do you sometimes resist the impulse to move? Then we world has to move around YOU...does a dance around YOU... ;)
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