Guest guest Posted October 5, 2001 Report Share Posted October 5, 2001 , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: > We have no song to sing that is ours alone. Yet there is no > music without us. The dancer on this stage is but the dance. > Inspiration arrives dressed in the color we are able to > receive it in, dancing in the rainbow self, to remind us of > this, its invisible entrance. A ballet that turns us inwards to > its source. Eric. "The dancer on this stage is but the dance. A ballet that turns us inwards to its source." These are "danceforms" that I have been working with, "researching", one might say... the basis of choreography. Last night's class was taught by the students, the phrase brought over from last week improvised upon. 8 counts of the "known" thrown out to pairs to improvise 8 counts upon. The "creations" were as varied as the pairs. Where were these movements "plucked" from? From something a student has "learned" from a teacher? Or from something internal to the form of the body, the allowable range, the momentum of movement, the potential for change? "What do I want to emulate?" vs. "What naturally comes next?" The truest, smoothest choreography seems to naturally come next. > Windfall, flux and flotsam. > The ecstatic and towering, > the flecks of mud upon your shoes. > All twinkle in loves eye. > Rub your eyes and stamp your feet > this is Holy ground. > Everything is expressing your perfection. Exactly... warmly, Nina Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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