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Hard/soft Interview questions (in your own preferred language)
• How old were you?
• Describe the place
• What time of day was it?
• Do you remember any sounds?
• Temperature? Quality of the light?
• What objects were there?
• What were you wearing?
• Do you remember any particular smells or tastes?
• Who else was there?
• What part of the body do you think of first?
• What were you thinking?

Rasa duet instructions
Discovering myself in corporeal form then dropped in a landscape
A fixed point in this latitude spiralling the longitude back into my spine
Unravelling from a sight line
An upward gesture, a mudra,
Charting points of importance down the body from the third eye to the small of the back
Falling down in caste, eyes cast down
Sweeping, praying, cooking, driving, dancing
These actions, an ascension forming a possibility without losing control
No tragic accidents like Frida’s trolley car—a skeleton impaled, corporeality disperses

Floating and falling
A rickshaw, a scent, chasing your tail
Grasping the essenceof yourself as a handful of dust
A life cremated, scattered
The left hand has the destiny you’re born with, the right hand swims up the waterfall

Not reading about Brecht
For a moment I think I recognize someone in the distance, but it’s a mirage
…a remembered pain, a longing lost, a grief swallowed and seeping through me

Continue not reading about Brecht into Duet Travel
Into a floor opening, chased, circling, approaching
Head to knee, hand to throat, shoulder to elbow, the backs of our necks, third finger to solar plexus, shoulder to stomach, her foot in my hand

Whatever you love, you are
Until we are falling, catching, dying, resurrecting
Water, earth, dust, air

Later
Just back from another ‘back seat with the boys’ run
I’m sure they just want an excuse to go out in the car with the music up with their foreigner
I feel like I’m back in Mt. Gambier in the back of the Monaro on a Saturday afternoon
except for the part where everyone is looking at me (& no chance my parents will hear about it!)

I posted a parcel that was stitched together, a work of art with the customs paper macramé-ed on

My image of myself now
What are they seeing when they look at me?

Opening my heart means shaking off all those old needs, expectations that tied me down
Carried my grief like a tumour below the surface
Poisoning my capacity to move on
Wearing my mistakes as fractures in my skeleton
Holding disappointments in my tendons
Loneliness thickening my blood
Regrets stinging my eyes
Running fast, busy, circling, pounding through, pushing,
Breaking myself in like a wild horse, foaming, beaten

This country is acting upon me like a leech
Drawing the poisons up to the surface
Bleeding me
I feel like I am opening
Standing up
The sands pouring off me
The skin softening
The muscles melting
The bloodstream beginning to quicken

My thoughts are slowing
My eyes are focussing
The panic is a speck in the distance

No expectations

Unfixed
Nothing is fixed
Destiny? Being drawn toward certain places and people…toward ‘like’ particles, to the elements that are missing/needed in one’s life
The body is the teacher
My body is unfixed
Possibilities of shifting state, changing matter
In flux, yearning toward a particular element
Dance
connecting our energies and so our lived experience
To know each others’ stories not through words but by interaction

Hills like halva with temples on the top
We lock our doors against the ravine
On a bus called destiny
People track the landscape like ants to square cement blocks
Electricity towers tip toe across water like legs in fishnets and stilettos

Choreographic task
A: one of the hardest moments in your life
B: and one of the softest/sweetest
Recall details of where you were…colours, landscape, people, objects, smells, light…notice the points of tension or release in your body…extend into them…arrange the points, alternating hard and soft in a duet