Time is Now

I have been given the role of Calliope, the muse of poetry.  Here is what the director said about the dance  and some questions from me to myself , " images of jigsaw, pulling apart, putting together, how our limbs can become the words weaving . . . can our limbs become a specific kind of poem? A sonnet? A haiku? . . . I'm interested in bringing ideas of urban, slam, and gestural strong, fearless, proclaiming men that have something not just to show but to say " -B.Graves what must I say to Ayallo ?  where in my body will speak?  how my body is pulled apart ?  how do I put it back together ? For me, poetry is a vessel , something hollow that the poet fills only halfway, leaving the other half empty so that others may add something, too. Here are some vessels. This work by Matthew Chambers interests me because one vessel fits within another, which fits within yet another until . . .  What vessels interest YOU, and why? Blood vessels? Skin? Please leave a com