Another Halloween in Madison.
I was dressed for the dance floor,
but no one asked me to dance (it
must have been my appalling lack
of high heels!).
The beer was flowin'
the music was groovin'
and the real girls were naughty!
All in all, a great night at the King Club.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Halloween!
Friday, October 19, 2007
Reena
Nothing pithy or profound,
just a moment to expound
and show my love around.
It's good to be me!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Indelibly Seared
There is something profound in
select moments of the dance
that lingers, indelibly seared
into my psyche.
I cannot predict when those moments
will occur, and striving for them
seems to only make them more elusive.
Yielding opens the way.
My goal is not to create
the perfect dance, but rather
to let the perfect dance
create me.
Moment by ecstatic moment
the dance of life
creates all that is me.
Namaste.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Dances With Camera
I took my camera dancing,
joining a duet of men.
With terrified abandon
I surrendered myself to the dance
Swirling, rising, falling,
ever shifting contact dance
shooting images and praying
that I wouldn't smash the camera
At exit all was well, and sweat
and smiles the immediate reward.
While these few photos provide
a shareable link to the moment.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Symbols of Competing Religions
They both expect your money to flow and flow.
They both offer soporifics as compensation.
Opiates. Habit forming. Yet still...
Not without some positive benefits.
Use each wisely.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Peaceful Intentions?
I took a picture of a large 'dove of peace' puppet being marched in a parade. When I reviewed it later, it wasn't really that interesting. When I narrowed it to this crop however, I began to chuckle. The peace dove looks decidedly hostile towards that unsuspecting smiley face balloon. Call me warped...
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Contact Improv
Contact improv...
What other dance form is so egalitarian? Women and men have the same role: Dancer. There are no "mens moves" or "womens moves". Each dancer brings to the dance what she or he is able to bring. With no rules, the dance is governed by the desires of two bodies in motion around a shared point of contact. It is the form I love - the freedom of expression.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Why I Bought My Nikon
It was for photos like this that I bought my Nikon D40. I was at an outdoor concert on a cool, rainy night. Every E-Z Up that could be found was hastily arranged into a labyrinth of pavilions and the show went on. It was a great time and everyone was damp but happy. As the last bank of stage lights was about to be powered off, I took this shot. The colored light makes it novel, and I tried it as a B&W image too but ultimately settled on this one. I realize that dodging out her hair at the bottom in the shadowy part would make this a better photo. I'm still working on the "get it right before the shot" phase of my development here, so I'm avoiding post-production other than crops and some brightness/contrast tweaks.
There are more photos from that evening in the 'Mug Shots' set at my Flick'r site. Clicking on the title of this post should take you there.
eyePatch, Part II
I received a few requests for the follow up photo to the original eyeDance post, and so I have updated the post. While it should still be displayed on the main page for a few more days, you can always come back to the post using this link:
http://eyedance.blogspot.com/2007/09/eyepatch.html
Or you can look for it later in the archives, by title.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
riding the moment
(breathe)
Soft
Slow
Languid
Sensual
Alternating with
rapid transitions; sudden falls,
invigorating transitions of weight on the fly.
Both dancers listening to the voice of the other's body; each whisper, each shout.
Dance of life with no beginning and never ending
Embracing the force of chaos
riding the moment
back down to
stillness
light
breath
(breathe)
This poem is based on the mathematical progression known as a Fibonacci series. This progression starts with 0 and 1. Each successive number in the progression is the sum of the two preceding numbers. Thus, the first few numbers are: 0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21, and so on. I chose to interpret the progression as the number of syllables present in each line rather than a word count. Rather than work with an open-ended progression and quickly reach lines of ridiculous proportions, I chose instead to mirror the progression. I attempt to include the zeros by indicating a deliberate breath.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Face Book
I also take the view that it's a mistake
to try to look younger than one is,
and that the face in particular ought to be
the register of a properly lived life.
~ Christopher Hitchens
Monday, September 17, 2007
Bubble Vision
Looking through the soap
does one see a cleaner world?
It's a Fair question.
Making giant bubbles at the Willy Street Fair. The bubble car is a staple in the parade, but this year there were bubble machines everywhere. While Reena hopes we win one in the raffle, I'm pondering the surface of the street at the beginning of the next rain. Motorcyclists beware!
UPDATE 9/23: Reena DID win a giant bubble machine. Funny. Now where can we use it..?
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Fall crashes the party
Last week, 90 degrees.
Last night, 50 degrees
with a twenty-five mph north wind.
Grab your hat and gloves!
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