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UNDERSTANDING BUTOH "BECOMING OTHER" (SERIES) "THE FIRE ESCAPE"

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UNDERSTANDING BUTOH "BECOMING OTHER" (SERIES) "THE FIRE ESCAPE" WRITTEN BY ARA FIG MMXXVI The ash-choked silence of the floor demands a final, motionless witness. In that suspended stillness, the crackled white paint of the skin holds fast against the gathering dark preserving the faint haunting fragrance of an interior landscape that refuses to vanish entirely. The ash settles over the tongue like dry chalk, a silent testament to the void between heartbeats. To step onto the floor as a vessel of Butoh is to surrender the architecture of the skeleton to gravity, allowing the bones to dissolve into heavy iron and hollow reeds. The first element is Earth , not as a fertile garden, but as a dense, compacted tomb from which the body struggles to unearth its own memory. Every muscle fiber tightens into a rigid coil, trembling under the sheer weight of existence, dragging the soles of the feet across the grain like roots forcing their way through frozen shale. From the d...

READ: SEED (POETRY) BY J. BECK

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READ: SEED (POETRY) BY J.  BECK  FROM: APLOMB STUDIO ART https://aplombstudioart.wordpress.com/ (ALSO READ "WEED" & "MORALS & DOGMA")  Skip to conten Toggle Sidebar September 14, 2015 SEED By J.Beck 2014 SEED By J. Beck 2014 Dedicated to: House of Clay Church of the Flesh (Will these dry bones live?) Table of Contents: Sand: Ode to C. Sandburg God, I Am Not Art Said First Line Paper Cross’ Seed God Spoke No Oil Left Left Behind A Summer Sunday Puddle At the Lake Weed: Not Evil Ashland Cemetery Sea-Shell Fossils What Should Remain? Denver, R.I.P. Let Us Go Down Mother What If? We Are Not Sandy Time Sand: Ode to C. Sandburg Pile the bodies high from Baghdad to Afghanistan Shovel them under and let me work– I am the Sand; I cover all. And pile them high in Kabul And pile them high in Fallujah and Debecka Pass Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years and passengers ask the conductor What place is this? Where are we now? I am the Sand, Let me work....