waking up rich, waking up poor

The world beyond the walls has already begun, although quieter than even before, what with the holiday now. While rays of light come through the screen door and transmute patience into rays of hope in my breast, the heavy stench of darkness snaps away at it. The heart that beats within me aches for communion, while the mind at work above me spins thoughts like silk that coil around my neck. At once, muscles in the back of my neck draw the face upwards towards the mountain's upper edges. Lungs pull in air. Eyes bulge, escaping their bone caves. For a moment, the awareness of what lay beyond the haze opens up. It smells like lingering spiced burned in irreverent prayer, and feels like cool sea air through the hairs on my skin.

Here I am.

from 5 April, 2020

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ההופעת הצגה חדשה / the emergence of a show

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Restless for Ritual

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שיחות במחול / conversations in dance

Ohad Naharin and Nicole Krauss talk about movement and choreography as language. אוהד נחרין וניקול קראוס מדברים על תנועה וכוריוגרפיה שהיא ספה http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_RnZvSho3k (15:15-18:55). "Kamuyot" כמויות http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__VVKBqCvGk Hofesh Shechter discusses the joy of playing, of fighting and of "how fun it is to be part of a war". חופש שכטר דן מה לאהוב על משחקת, על לחימה והכיף של מלחמה http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_320PSjNok (0:00-3:20) Trailer for "Sun" featuring choreography by Hofesh Shechter. וידאו ל"שמש" עם כוריוגראפיה מיד חופש שכטר http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLjTbvasEzo More about Ohad and the new movie עוד על אוהד ו חסרט החדש More about Hofesh Hofesh Shechter Company | עוד על חופש הארץ

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