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Mound
A young
woman
climbs
to the
top of a
mound
and
removes
her
shoes.
She is
mapping
the
length
of the
mound.
She is
mapping
the
flint
(sun)
for whom
the
mound is
a
texture
in the
air.
Mapping
the
earth
and it
is the
shape of
an ear.
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Words are
movement. I am
inspired to map
a mound with my
bare feet - to
find a way for
one dancer, eyes
closed, feet
bare, to be
supported by the
other dancers -
(a moving mound
of dancers - as
landscape, as
shadows, as the
mass of air and
earth). Her feet
are her eyes -
discovering
textures and
testing
solidity, can my
foot reach here?
Can I put my
weight there?
Where is my
weight? Am I
directing it -
or is it being
moved by the
"mound"? Guided
by the "flint
(sun)"? She is
listening and
seeing with her
feet through
bright and
shadow together.
Mapping -
infinite place
of discovering.
I use the word
"mapping" often
in teaching and
dancing. The map
of the body is
infinite.
FEET – Michele
kneeling, back
to audience,
toes curled
under, hands on
ground in front
of her. Light on
her feet - as
much as possible
- the soles of
her feet are
lit, while the
rest of her is
in shadow.
Glowing soles -
like hands and
fingers - she
migrates across
the stage - from
right to left -
skirting,
scuffling,
pausing, taking
time and moving
with clear
intent,
discovering,
lead by her
glowing feet. |
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from A Lily Lilies Poems by Josey Foo, Notes on Dance by Leah Stein
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