May 12, 2008
things…
I spent the early afternoon today pottering around on two things that while their minutia is like worms eating in the garden, perhaps for me they will be the start of a new part of my life.
After much vacillating, I finally enrolled to go back to university and add another degree to my years of ambivalent study. I'm doing a major in Asian Studies, with a pile of stuff in politics, as I had this idea doing human rights work of some kind in Central Asia would be… fun. And to make something of my obsessional reading on the region and fields also. So I get to study Chinese properly too, instead of teaching myself some peculiar Cantonese-Sichuan-Hunan-Putonghua hybrid.
This starts at the beginning of June, and because it's online, I can complete four semesters in a year, and I won't be shackled to some town or city for two or three years either. mmm books! learning! excitement!!!
The other adventure is my impending departure for Europe. Yes, I can't be without you Daniel, and I expect to be greeted at the airport by you with green mascara, glitter in your beard and wearing a Vivienne Westwood dress. Late June, I'm venturing far, far north to Townsville for a bit over a week for… mmm the flowers elegantly explain why. Then to Europe and unknown things.
I have no upcoming projects here, no funding I'm waiting to hear on, no obligations and so I hope maybe to find what I dream of in the places that have most felt like home.
For now then, to dance, finish a multitude of loose threads, arrange, pack, enjoy my darling friends here, and then…
May 11, 2008
airports
Daniel stayed the night, after our witching hour last rehearsal, and it was past 3 before sleeping. Later, after I walked to the market, sore and my throat dry and hoarse, for coffee and porridge, I tailed him by almost an hour for midday yumcha.
As I walked, the sky autumn blue and faint, high haze, a jet left its evaporating contrail, four lines bulging out then sliding together like a long fine tail etched towards the eastern horizon, where after a time they became erased, in places until… nothing.
For me the sight of these ephemeral lines reminds me of Europe, where at times a stratospheric filigree crisscrossed the sky.
Daniel leaves today. First to Frankfurt, then Berlin and, for a time, Freiburg. Sometime in winter so will I. But in-between…
My beautiful wild Daniel, I love you and miss you already.
daniel at the airport
jet contrailsMay 10, 2008
pestilence last days
If I'm looking for acceptable, believable excuses, then lack of internet at home, necessary for late-night bed blogging, and an on-going crappiness with internet at Cibo are amenable to this patheticness. Other more feasible excuses include lack of interest compounded by the above two, and a sense of pause or finishing in my life.
Friday night was the last rehearsal of pestilence. Daniel and I worked in the afternoon for some hours on the six sections and returned in the darkness with Alison to video it all till past midnight. We dance well at night, something fragile in the world, a timelessness, not awake, nor tired, not hungry nor sated, and minutes, hours speed past.
I was walking home this afternoon along Gouger St, past the entire block of former car dealers and other nondescript warehouse industry, white painted film-set uprights, all now fenced off for some, I imagine, gentrification-of-the-West-End project, or perhaps multi-story carparks. In the weak sun I thought it was necessary to blog in hindsight these last couple of weeks, something otherwise missing from this long and unusual project.
It was a project unlike any other, not the least for not having a end-of-project showing of some type (and Friday night while feeling in our bodies like a performance, was… something other), and further for the lack of methods I've used in other projects, or more precisely maybe, a lack of my usual obsessive analysing and daily preparation.
I just couldn't bring myself to do that again this time. I couldn't find any satisfaction in any of the texts I'd read in preparation, I couldn't drag anything from this, I desperately didn't want to repeat myself, and yet had no idea how to make something I'd not done before.
The day before, we revisited the Holbein stuff, grab-bite-drop, which came from all the people…, and has been sitting there doing nothing for about a month. With unusual application, we managed to relearn them and add in extra bits for some 1 1/2 minutes of madness. Choreography of a type. It was fun to do and injected some life into us, and terror, and bruises, swellings, numb funny bones, abrasions and other expected menaces of falling over.
And then the Tarantella. Tannhauser. Ecstatic, desperate wild and transcendental dancing, how to choreograph without steps, how to remain together, how to endure this for what feels like an eternity.
I've started editing the dvd of Friday night, and… it's not usual for me to spend too much time watching my stuff after I've finished, I need to remember it in a way from inside, unlike perhaps when I'm not performing in it. But I'll have to watch it somewhat in the next week, and make some statements, vague, blind gropings for what this piece could be if it was to be finished in some manner. So perhaps to write them here also.
May 1, 2008
Reading: Nasrin Alavi - We Are Iran: The Persian Blogs
nasrin alavi - we are iranReading: John Steinbeck - Of Mice and Men
john steinbeck - of mice and menApril 29, 2008
生日快乐!!! happy 4rd birthday supernaut
Oops … 我忘了… I forgot…
My blog's 4th birthday was almost three weeks ago on the 7th of April.
I am tardy. Attempt to make amends. Consider to eat chocolate.