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UNDERSTANDING BUTOH "BECOMING OTHER" (SERIES) INFERTILITY

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UNDERSTANDING BUTOH "BECOMING OTHER" (SERIES) INFERTILITY WRITTEN BY ARA FIG   MMXXVI Butoh-Fu Narrative: The Dry Fountain & the Hollow Cradle (An exhaustive elemental score for the infertility body) Phase I: The Descent and Decay (The Setting) The body does not enter the space; the space enters the body.  Anchor at the precise threshold where the derelict farmhouse ceases to be architecture and becomes a living corpse. One foot remains outside on cracked earth that remembers rain only as rumor; the other foot sinks into the interior where tatami mats have long since surrendered their weave. The mats are no longer soft; they are desiccated bone-plates that grind under the sole with a sound like distant teeth.   Peeling translucent shoji screens hang in the periphery of vision like flayed membranes. They do not move with wind; the wind itself has forgotten how to pass through them. Each screen is a failed lung. The light that leaks through is ashen, the color of m...

UNDERSTANDING BUTOH-FU: THE THIRST OF THE BONE

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  UNDERSTANDING BUTOH-FU:  THE THIRST OF THE BONE WRITTEN BY ARA FIG MMXXVI BUTOH-FU: "THE THIRST OF THE BONE" PRIMARY NOTATION & STATE OF BEING  The body is no longer flesh. It is a vessel hollowed by heat and salt, a cracked amphora whose inner walls have long since dried into white dust. Gravity does not pull; it drives. Each joint is locked at a micro-angle—never fully extended, never fully folded—so that the skeleton vibrates with a continuous, almost invisible tremor, as though a fine iron stake has been driven through the crown of the skull, through the sternum, through the pelvis, and into the cracked earth beneath the feet. The tremor is not movement; it is the memory of collapse held in suspension. The ox is not an animal. It is tectonic mass: a shifting mountain of warm, coarse white wool and dense muscle. Its hide is the texture of ancient felt, its breath a slow subterranean bellows that expands and contracts the entire landscape. When the woman presses ...