Some woman envy the woman who does nothing
Who all she has to do is sit, and be
And all others are attracted to her.
I dance live love write create..exPRESS..
I can’t be any other way.
For many many many days I will say nothing
But when the dam is broken,
When the tiger is un-leashed
I don’t hide.
I’m here, I’m fire, I’m NUDE, and I’m LOUD…
I am bellowing out.
I am an explosion of the best things in life.
I am expansion, sprinklings of light, tingling sensations all over your body, and eyes
being pulled up and behind and to the back of your head as if by an invisible curtain.
I am woman Goddess playful child innocence and creativity who knows know bounds
I am Life! Ahahahahaha!
Strange Love: Nathan Trice Explores Intimacy, Courtship, and Love in his Strange Love Episode Series
Delving into creative expression, in an attempt to match the unmatchable visions and aural frequencies of that which I partook of on Dec. 14th for Nathan Trice’s Strange Love: EPISODE 5 (there were 4 previous episodes) Eroticism/Memory: Exploring courtship, intimacy, and love at performing arts space Free Candy in Brooklyn, I present to you this poem as a type of artistic review the best way I know how to give it ya’: in my own way. I am not a dancer, but an artist just the same, untrained and unconstrained by societal or industry standards for what a review should be. I sometimes think the brightest ideas are the most scary, and I step out on faith hoping my little contribution to this small project will impact the way people write reviews for years to come.
In the dark and slow buzzing room that held a miraculous night within its walls…
Holographic images play in the background ‘neath synchronistic movements;
Vocal tones incorporated in the dance
As the man’s body folded to the tones of the feminine siren call to a sweet death
of the ego:
It was simultaneously an innocent call to love.
Not the “thing” love. But the “action.”
She is a singer
Why do dancers have to be singers too?
An original song by Nathan put me in a sentimental “Mood;”
The Asian man was a noodle;
I get the feeling they were improvising;
Representing what we all do in relationships
Trying to see into me
Attempting to reach intimacy;
We use eroticism and sex and our dicks and pussies as a means,
But riding that banana boat, do we ever reach our intended destination?
Yes, you climbed into me and tasted my rivers but did you, into me, see?
It’s fitting that the women would be vocalizing and the men silent;
That mirrors many a relationship;
Some women pine and pine away for affection and sometimes feel like they’re get drippings,
like from the meat from a pan…
The dance with chairs showed me how two people in a relationship mirror the other’s actions because THATS WHAT THEY THINK THE OTHER PERSON WANTS THEM TO DO!
And sometimes the naivety that everyone who is close to us thinks the same way makes us a fool.
The Asian girl had a b-boy break dancing approach,
A definite display of the dance between masculine and feminine;
There was a jazz trio,
Playing “Acknowledgement” by John Coltrane – isn’t that what we all want?
That room held a night and feeling,
And we were all one.
Nathan Trice was wise;
He told a story. It was a sacred dance.
It was moving, if you are able to be moved by any such thing.
For more on Nathan Trice and his dance company go to http://www.nathantricerituals.com