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language in poetics

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dredging memory : contortion by Katie Scarlett

http://katie-scarlett.com/

photography by Abbie Leigh Photography 

http://abbieleighphotography.wordpress.com/

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dreams like blood

Exploring the vascularity of dreams....... Shot in San Francisco, California 2014 choreography+costume+performance: Katie Scarlett rigging: Nathan Holguin videography:&

Exploring the vascularity of dreams 

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dredging memory

crippling and powerful

an instant blink

wincing, steelspine

a shyshamed piercing

gaze

pleading volume 

inherent

small spark this

to spite

gnawing

time.

~dredging memory~

by katie scarlett ~2008~

Artist: Egon Schiele

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THATS MY GIRL!!!!

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In the eye of my needle

everything sprang to life:

a dog, a town

and an ocean.

Roses grew tigers

and someone spilled rain on my scarf.

Over the moon we could hear 

the voice of the president,

clear as a church bell,

simple as ether:

under the oranges,

summer sat without moths.

~a poem for the weather~

by Jerome Rothenberg

glass art by: Gary Farlow

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Teaser! from Katie Scarlett on Vimeo.

The video of my latest creation is in production and will be released soon! I couldn't help putting out a little teaser because I am excited for the end product!

Videography by Abbie Leigh : abbieleighphotography.wordpress.com/

Performance, Choreography, Costume,Styling by Katie Scarlett : katie-scarlett.com/

Music by Clams Casino : clammyclams.com/

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my beautiful grandmother joan was a competitive roller dancer. partner dancing on wheels! lucky me that she bequeathed that arabasque! 

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Egon Schiele: | 1910

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So that you will hear me my words sometimes grow thin as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches. Necklace, drunken bell for your hands smooth as grapes. And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy. It climbs the same way on damp walls. You are to blame for this cruel sport. They are fleeing from my dark lair. You fill everything, you fill everything. Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy, and they are more used to my sadness than you are. Now I want them to say what I want to say to you to make you hear as I want you to hear me. The wind of anguish still hauls on them as usual. Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over. You listen to other voices in my painful voice. Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications. Love me, companion. Don't forsake me. Follow me. Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish. But my words become stained with your love. You occupy everything, you occupy everything. I am making them into an endless necklace for your white hands, smooth as grapes. 

~ Pablo Neruda

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pablo_Neruda

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I have been swimming quite a bit recently....... I feel like this when I am submerged.........

Artist: Aya Takano

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aya_Takano

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Landscape by one of my most beloved artists: Egon Schiele....... 

I discovered his work by blithely stumbling upon it ( this is my favorite method of discovery) in Oslo, Norway in an exhibit shared with Edvard Munch, a native Norwegian...

I love his work. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egon_Schiele

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never to rest and never to have: only to grow. always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question. ~e.e.cummings

the poet of my heart..... 

E.E. Cummings

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E._E._Cummings