Tuesday, 12 March 2013
Skript 120313: after watching a live performance, Opus 49
feet slipping along the ground , the squeak of shoes on floor, the microphone draws me in
can we dance without noise? what is the movement then?
shush, shush, i collapse, with each breath, a little downward pull
shhhhhhh hap shhhh hap shhh hap - the sound of the arms swishing
a belt slapping, slap, slap…wap…
the darkness though the ones without movement - the shadows - they haunt the vision of the audience - barley there barly seen barley wheat yes indeed - tasty drinks….beer and darkness, they sit in darkness and i wait for them, feel them breathing, wait for what might come, what dancing what dancing - they do not move and yet they are more present in their lack of movement?
yes, i see this, feel this, i sit and feel into the darkness, is the sound BANG!!!!!!
i jump, you jump, an intake of breath, i feel you jump beside me I hold my breath for a beat to long my heart begins to race and then and then and then nothing….no movement no sound no breath just there with others watching and waiting for something anything to happen
nothing? no not nothing, what is the sensation of nothing, the dance of nothing no thing …
can we make space for it here…no
a space a pause a moment of silence
i hear voices, they are hear……..a band more to come more to experience -