Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
MARY OLIVER
It's an old and kinda played poem but tht 4th line keeps coming up for me...Letting your body love what it loves.
The contact improvisation festival started today. I am doing work exchange for classes. I have been nervous about the state of my body and it's ability to function after all I put it through and the fact that I haven't been dancing regularly (like classes and performances ) since I graduated which was a few years ago. I am so happy I am getting back into it.
But what I am really happy about is that I am enjoying talking to the participants and registering them and that stuff. I could do this for a company, I always thought about it from a dancing view, that I am not professionally trained so I could never get in a company, but I could intern for the organiztions themselves. That never appealed to me before.
I like just being around these people. and maybe through the experience I will have gained new friends new connections and reconnect to my own body, which has been neglected, even punished, for so long. It WANTS to connect, it wants to move to express and to communicate in its own body way with others beyond a mental comprehension of interaction, beyond sexuality and attractiveness.
The knowledge of this physical necessity is just about the most frightening thing for me understand. I guess that's why I haven't been doing it.
Well there ain't no time like the present. But first, some wine!
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
MARY OLIVER
It's an old and kinda played poem but tht 4th line keeps coming up for me...Letting your body love what it loves.
The contact improvisation festival started today. I am doing work exchange for classes. I have been nervous about the state of my body and it's ability to function after all I put it through and the fact that I haven't been dancing regularly (like classes and performances ) since I graduated which was a few years ago. I am so happy I am getting back into it.
But what I am really happy about is that I am enjoying talking to the participants and registering them and that stuff. I could do this for a company, I always thought about it from a dancing view, that I am not professionally trained so I could never get in a company, but I could intern for the organiztions themselves. That never appealed to me before.
I like just being around these people. and maybe through the experience I will have gained new friends new connections and reconnect to my own body, which has been neglected, even punished, for so long. It WANTS to connect, it wants to move to express and to communicate in its own body way with others beyond a mental comprehension of interaction, beyond sexuality and attractiveness.
The knowledge of this physical necessity is just about the most frightening thing for me understand. I guess that's why I haven't been doing it.
Well there ain't no time like the present. But first, some wine!
Exactly where would this clean air be? I guess I am just a pessimist. Or is it realist?
fuck I write a lot sometimes.
...dya know where we can get our mitts on one?? i'll totally watch that witcha.
ps..echofonic est-il tout fait le showoff, n'est-ce pas? mais il le compense d'autres manires merveilleuses.