| Mille Plateaux 58 Katherine |
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| Kathrine performed at the sunrise time on the top of her guest house. She moved as like as an innocet child with playing with laundry bucket and cloths. She wrote some motives on her circulated text above; For today I am a child For today I am a boy a girl an ego a dancer a lover a forreigner a consumer a human a collection of cells a body in motion I could be anybody Metamorforsis moving unfinished & unfinishable Unidentified identity Undefined definition The mythical feminine is always transforming Today I am whatever I am today I am always in process with no beginning & no end Kathrine's circulated text is a trial to translate qualia into word Qualia is always streaming with changing resonance patterns in multi-dimensional world We need to invent how to transform the rhizome reality into tree system discription by word Hijikata has already done it in his own way, though nobody understand exactly He investigated in another logics always which release us from daily dualism bound He called it "Chinri no deai ( Encounter in sunken logic) id reso id.....(something resonate something) Kathrine's trial is one of the pioneering invention for it. We have to deepen it much more in diversitive ways. You can invent your own way of novel (Butoh score) |
| I found myself in a weekened body burning & shivering uncontrollably the invisible movements of cells magnified dreaming anatomically squirming in my sleep unable to lift my own weight the bones would not rise up each step as if on the water fever inhabiting thebody shaken to dislocated on the floor of a bus up the jagged mountain falling backwords off a house In an instant that held every movement deep laughter & tears & nucous streaming from my body being brocken is not the same as being in touch with our inherent fragility It is the diffrence between listening & not listening the perceptual seeds were planted in the soil of my head but their roots have barely begun to spread to go deeper down I fell the seed shaking & also quietly still present without proclamation water comes after planting I have notice that the act of washing is strong for me washing clothes, faces, bodies puting on & taking off inhabiting,embodying or is that something inhabits you ? are you carrying something or is something carring you ? It has taken me time to recognize certain bodies that have been climbing out of hiding for the past seven months I don't know who they are or where they come from I dont who I am or where i come from it all seems like play artifice;the surface when every thing is an instrument of life being played being moved I have been given many teachers here who have given themselves Human, Animal, Plants, Mineral, Gas Solid, Liqiid, Light Sound, Space .... I see myselfWalking like a charecter in a book from page to page but the illustration is a false representation of the text & the words are nonsence anyway but it doesn't matter becouse the pages are going to be ripped apart & Scattered to deteriorate in the arm of dirt, licked by the elements, eaten by Oxygen- but it is not a waste there is somthing in life without a name or a word or a distinct shape its essense or quality that is all around & inside the body but often blocked when these dissolve everything that is always there can be felt & shared impossible to verbalize all the curtains pulled open or stubbornly closed, all the windows, walls, internal structures within worlds i have found many shovels but I don't know what holes I will be digging orwhere they will lead thank you to all I move on with Questions pertaining to tastes & that witch I have not yet tasted many whys & hows & on rare occasions, that are always potential, a wordless understanding like feeling something impalpable in the palm of your hand & then it is gone again I had to come here; life moved me this way I will let time be the gardener love, Katherine |