A red wheelbarrow
all of these finished products will become just material he says
there are big pots of geraniums on the white, industrial windowsills. makes me think of this book for some reason. who’s got the apple?
have fun-ish he tells his dancers
i love watching things in studios. white rooms. instant happiness. why aren’t more dances performed in studios? what’s the big thing with theaters, anyway? i am less and less into theaters, with a few exceptions. theaters make my ass twitch.
relevé quick step, deadpan and grief
go ahead, dance your heart out. die. i’ll just stand here being witty & beautiful, occupying myself with inscrutable gestures.
the harem … i remember reading somewhere that tere sees all of his dancers on stage as female. no i am sure that’s not right, i’m getting it all wrong. but, well, that’s what has stuck. pesky audience members, always mixing up our facts.
all of this is in some ways a response (rebuttal) to a post tere put up on facebook (a system to which i no longer belong, but word gets out) about a review i wrote of this dance, a dance which he didn’t see. so his review of my review has interesting connections to that infamous arlene croce review, though i am inflating things just a bit. anyway, this is all an aside not really. also, some publications frown on the use of “infamous.”
dance for me is a form of agreed upon hallucination, he says. and: i am making a network that’s perforated that you can bring your storied life to
sometimes i think tere wants to have his cake and eat it, too. well, i guess we all do
but i do adore his dances.
sometimes i would like to see them without any design elements. just the facts, ma’am
look at that: a miraculous, delirious tower of two men
ritual; the crowd and the outlier
repetition to dull & to strengthen
the geraniums are still on the windowsills
the dancers move in gusts
everything happens all at once and again and again. we forget to look, until we remember.
who’s got the apple (it’s red) now? the chickens, white like snow.