There was an immense amount of theory developed in the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s on the phenomena of sit-specific dance… I know, I had to learn some of it in both undergrad and graduate school.
Am I the only person who thinks that online dance is a form of site-specific performance? Why does it seem that dancers aren’t considering this location as impacting the reception of their work?
Liver-limbed, the skin of hardened wax
rests unpleasant and feathers fealty to an
awesome god. A good god, but spotted
and hard as the underbelly of a hippo.
An ode to sorrow:
What can I not forget, beautiful and forgiven. What now,
that time has surpassed
the will of my own memory? I am an ode to sorrow.
When I was younger my grandmother convinced me that
She had been a long-haul truck driver.
I remember the cold dawn of the day
I realized it couldnt be true.
In one month I will attend her unveiling. Seeing my family now
makes me want to sing an ode to sorrow,
to take a job driving long-haul,
and leaves me liver-limbed and scared.
Ode to Sorrow
with thanks to FG, now asleep in my bed
Liver-limbed, the skin of hardened wax
rests unpleasant and feathers fealty to an
awesome god. A good god, but spotted
and hard as the underbelly of a hippo.
An ode to sorrow:
What can I not forget, oh beautiful and forgiven.
What now, that time has surpassed the will of
my own memory? I am an ode to sorrow.
A small child my grandmother convinced me that she –
born in jersey city, raised in a department store –
had been a long-haul truck driver.
What a bad day when I realized it couldnt be true.
In one month I will attend her unveiling. This gift
from her passing reminds me of an ode to sorrow,
and leaves me liver-limbed and scared.
Tonight I worry for my baby, and am worried for my fears.