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listening to her ancestors

there was a tsunami

bones became sand

reborn in the wrong skin

a petulant predicament

time to end the discussion and listen

His look crumbles her

Her need rebuilds her

Some high ideal calms her

The axis of the earth revolves her

Her cliff-face avalanches

she arrives

Points of impact, fault lines, hanged,

preparing the dead, instinct, animal vs.human, war paint/groomed for battle,

desire, hunger, shame, disintegration, feeding on the fallen

eaten alive

Resurrection—leaving the tomb

a staircase

letting go of the body, the carcass

Grandmother’s story

led to the sound of water moving

stirring the landscape

tapping out a signal

becoming rock, hillside, landscape

moon passing behind clouds.

this land is virile—

a thick green chorus rises around surprising crisp bellies of water

that reflect the skies like satisfied lovers

once again my life is put in boxes

all excess objects pruned out and discarded, a Buddhist stocktake

the load lightens and the road beckons

My recent dance film, “She Sleeps” has been selected to screen as part of the American Dance Festival’s 14th annual Dancing for the Camera: International Festival of Film and Video Dance between July 10-12 2009 at Duke University, Durham, North Carolina, USA.

This work was originally made as part of the “Yours Truly” installation directed by Katrina Rank for the Art of Difference Festival in Melbourne, March 2009. It features dancer Jaye Hayes.

Last night was the first in a series of 3 performances I have planned over the next 10 weeks before I head overseas for a few months. My improvisational performance practice began intermittently in 2002 and gained momentum from 2005 with the formation of The Little Con collective (www.thelittlecon.net.au). This year I have decided to “fulfill my artistic destiny” (thank you Andrew Morrish) and have been intensifying my practice…part of this intensification is to work with duration as a means to see where that will take me/it.

singing up the past and the passed over

sounding out the memories and the missing

calling across the valley from this body to the disembodied

there’s a vision in my vocal chords

it’s red like childbirth and deep as regret

I open my throat and ignite

deciphering txt is hard enough

deciphering silence is harder