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Max Waldman (photographer), Janet Eiber in Martha Graham’s Frontier, New York, 1976 :: [indivisually]
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“There’s more than meets the eye with the human body. It keeps score all on its own. It remembers; it hurts; it hides memories, secrets, even from us. The body is a record keeper, even when the brain forgets what’s been recorded. Bodies, bodies, bodies. Vanishing bodies.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Vanishing Bodies: An Epic Science Fiction Romance
PERSONALLY, I think I am a genius for posting my comics from last to first because then when people scroll down my blog they see it in chronological order
[indivisually] :: Timothy A. Clary (photographer), Snow on the Mesa (Portrait of Martha) by Robert Wilson, world premiere 1995, 2011
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“aH of H: I cannot rise. Too heavy with filth and sin.
Th: Give me your hand.
H of H: I'll stain you.
Th: I'll take it.” ― Anne Carson, H of H Playbook
indivisually :: Akram Khan, Vertical Road, 2010
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“Slowly I dance out of the burning house of my head.”
— Mark Strand, from The Compete Poems; “The Way It Is,” wr. c. June 1975
indivisually :: Andreas Nilsson (photographer), 6 by Tao Ye / TAO Dance Theater, 2014
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"If the heart wanders or is distracted, bring it back to the point quite gently… And even if you did nothing during the whole of your hour but bring your heart back, though it went away every time you brought it back, your hour would be very well employed."
~ St. Francis de Sale
"Black Cliff, Druidston" (watercolour) by Bob Rudd * "Recently, in a friend’s kitchen I saw on the wall a quotation from one of Chogyam Tr
Picture made in rehearsal of Satyagraha by Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui for Theater Basel, 23/12/2016 :: [Thanks to Indivisually]
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Man is open!
Everything else is closed, impenetrable. You can’t penetrate rain, hail, wind, wood, stone, storm. All things are sealed tight as a coffin lid. Only man is open, open like a great home in which all things, phenomena, events may take up residence, become his body.
In That Great River: A Notebook The inner life of one of the great poet-mystics. BY ANNA KAMIENSKA
