Skript/Opus 49

Skript  120313: after watching the live performancw, Opus 49 

The dancing, nightclubs and hypnotic trance and meditative aspects and as you recall this dancing can you feel into in the bones of your body?  can you recall the sounds pulsing?  most definitely. I still dance and can you find words for the feeling of that dancing….

extreme happiness to still be living ah yes.  dancing bringing us alive//

the beat pushing through the feet and chest .. the heart bouncing hard in eh chest and the lost loss loosing of self in music….

the floor ripples, dark pulling rippling -- the under word under world …

 would you like to share your sensorial memory of sounds with me?

the sound rip into my bones… the floor ripple up the dark world of the club the belly grips me….

can you feel the sound in your body?/i felt the sound very much in my head! My body felt tense…….there was a BIG BANG and it was a release. BANG BANG -- the shock ripples through … the wall as sound the chair as sound…  i noticed a tension in me too… would the sound wave hit,,, would the chair hit! Yes! would the chair hit? That really bothered me….it was on my mind the whole time the movement was happening< I wanted some kind of reassurance at that point.

the chair as rock concert… the dancer as rock star…

he breathes in and we hear the sound, can you hear your breathing… does it seem loud in the aftermath? Sometimes I become very much aware of my breathing….it is at that point that relaxation can enter….unless you are hiding in a wardrobe!!! or under a floor!!

 Yes!!!

the deep intake of breath… giving us space, and in the holding the tension emerges creeping into us unnoticed. I never used to be aware of this…but i tried to become aware and now when i allow myself to be , I can be aware..

the sigh the inhale and exhale -- the laughter,,, boo they say. boo.

Ha ha… thank you for writing with me….

so,,,,writing mdmamnmcimng

is this a conversation ? Do I wait for a dramatic pause?

a pause, can you hear the pause

Silence……..presents in silence….

and the dance of silence, i saw it…did you

yes - shhhhhhhh

all is still

it sways in the breeze

plip plip plip

 

Skript/Opus 49

Skript  120313: after watch a live performance, Opus 49

sounds dancing, step, step, step…the expected is not, it is unexpected an assault on the ears, i jump, you jump next to me in your seat, i hear your intake of breath…

and do you see her dancing, hear her dancing, the beat beat beat of the feet

creeping engulfing.. wammmmm. kicking me in the belly, her pregnant belly. boo.

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reverberating bouncing…… passing around me engulfing me…

the story of the sound… the rush of the air

Skript/Playhouse

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Skript  120313: while sitting in the foyer, Nottingham Playhouse (UK)

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My glasses are steaming up. so cold, cold inside and outside, a warming up, a body warming, steaming.  cooling down, slowing down. slowly, we find our way together, quietly dancing slowly cooling down. i see you move your head to one side, it’s rhythmic. tic tic tic . a pause and another. quiet indecision. the feel of indecision the dance of indecision it has a quality,  but keeps on moving, slowly. slowly the dance of indecision begins to find her way onto the page, can i , should i, can I think as quickly, respond? or slowly. too slow. so slow, quick slow, quick quick slow, we begin to create our own rhythm, jerkily yes jerkily or staccato fingers dancing on the page, on the keys stuttering dance into life, blowing the heat of the movement from my belly and your warm inside onto the page..can you feel that yes, slowly warming up and slowing down as i settle, slowly, into the chair, into the page. yes, i feel you settle into the chair, feel the movement of your beating heart, what does this dance look like, feel like it feels , it feels it feels…

i slowly yield, warm up and slow down, breathing regularly, deeper breaths

yes, thank you for dancing writing with me. thank you too.

text speak spk… LOL

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noticing different directions of pull. Laughter in my head, laughter rumbling at the top of the steps… as my body/ear reaching out to hear it while trying to stay with my hand you hands paused holding waiting. really poised like small animals  quite fine, like rodents, but more more more the imagination rolls as  the rats run.  And something like an iceberg around/in/of my head, the cold, unremitting, floating

yes the cold old sinking in the bones (shhhhh)… freeeezing the cold white table becomes the iceberg on which we write.

Yes, subtle cues produce the imagery

write your story… your dance……

Skript/Playhouse

Skript  120313: while sitting in the foyer, Nottingham Playhouse (UK)

we are dancing… we are listening ….opus 49 awaits.

waiting. locating myself here. sitting with you. sounds of the fan, cool air… location locating self …

here hhhhhaaaa…aaaahhhh…whirring fan sound…stepping. . deep inhale.  I feel the cold air on my back, work on finding an inside, a sense of place and self, my self in this place, sitting bones, foot slightly raised, other foot placed on the floor. it is the senes of containment given by layer upon layer of outside, one and after another, layering  finding the sense of bubbliness… me in a pool of light. warming … the container holding a space with me trying to float with in … deep rumbling voice… muttering drift around..

you write and i sit, it gives me space, i find my inside, your fingers move across the keys, the words appear in front pulling me in, the light pulling me in, in, in… our fingers tapping quickly smoothly the light catching your nails… the fingers, fingers figs… forming patterns across the white and silver keyboard -- in their own dancing place. forming..foaming…see, sea white and silver wave of sound and thought, finger waves, waves of breath the sea foam of my breath spills onto the silver white screen. deep breathe… dropping. take the time it takes, drop.. to where do i drop … through the seat sitting bones bones. through into your silver white sea heeeee. sea. see. i see, i still see, feel into my seeing, a man or it is woman, under a floor, i feel i see or do i know or hear…a man or is it a woman, how long was it 5 or 30, i dont remember, but i know this i know this … there will be a call.. a safe line a test a checking in … while waiting. not in the silver white sea,,, in he dark.. pulsing under the sea floor. the weight on my back, as the floor pulls me down and in, pressure of it, pressing, weighting, waiting, wait

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a nightmare….

trapped - i feel it rise in me -- a tight chest gripping .. not me,  don’t make me…her fingers wait…

two… one… grey… stay.

wait in the grip of the dark

will you wait with me, will you write with me while we wait, will you wait with me while we write… waiting for opus. the sounds… thinking of it pulls me to the sounds that fan the voices the shoes on the stairs…. the body becomes the ear…. one large shell like ear that holds the sounds of the world.. like the conch shell the magic waves curl around the body/ear that i am …

cutting through the fan… step step step… heels… finding their way down down down…

use this space to write

ways to

Skript:Lakeside

Skript 080313: While waiting at Lakeside Arts Centre, fragment 6 (UK)
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might you start to imagine your morrow marrow  warming, easing, moving?   if your marrow were to dance how would it move?

gently with viscosity and density following the rhythm of the heart.. ba ba ba… beating and dropping i can ease into your heart ba ba ba..

toc toc, tac tac, there it goes it moves it feels it stops and then VOILA dance