A Political Act. The Nobodies or a Beggar’s dream

 This world as the majority of it’s history has always been condemned in relations between oppressors and oppressed. Somebody (this the History) and nobodies, knowers and un-knowers, first world and third world, beggars and citizens, poverty and richness. Classifications of beauty, classifications of good and bad, of what is illumination and what is spirituality. At the end it becomes something like what we keep attention to and what we don’t keep attention to. What we put into light and what we don’t put into light. Who we give the voice and listen to and who we don’t. What we see and what we don’t see. In this personal dualism thinking world classification, my solidarism and my resonance tries to go to one of this parts, to one of this sides. Without compassion. Because it’s the most creative part, the one which has more mystery, more spontaneous which come directly from the guts, the non-mediate way. I’m talking about a plastic bag in the middle of the dirty road, a broken clock, the magic simply life of a worker in a city, a family in the middle of a war. The life of a mammal, just eating, just fucking, sleeping and dying. When I realize walk forward, what’s behind me? What’s outside there when I’m inside here? What becomes the darkness when we put light? A dream of deep beauty appear from the garbage. About a hidden point in the middle of the jungle where no road, where no way. Strange relations in a simply being creatures. Subtle differences in an eternal and boring repetition. The Nothingness. Please try to not understand but to intuit me.

This things are absent from illuminations, from truths about the truth. The things that we don’t see when normally we don’t see, that we don’t keep attention. The opposite of what we normally give values and senses.

Fascinated about these insignificant things and contradictions, I try to resonate with them. Because they are also in life and they must be included in the question of what is life.

Butoh, as a dance, gives the freedom to resonate with these hidden worlds. Hijikata’s dance was not just a human dance when the concept of human condition was stolen by a few someones as same as the concept of dance. A human body not always has two legs and two arms, not always walks in freedom (look at the walk of a prisoner in a jail), is not always a human body as we understand what is a human body. Is not always pretty or “complete”.

These conceptions are also very hidden inside us and that’s why I hope to change these worlds in myself and share it with others. Always becoming new worlds, always twisting the new worlds to other new worlds. This capacity is what give us freedom and contradiction. Other worlds are possible for our future generations and they will change it in other worlds infinites times. We can choose everything everywhere, we give the essence and spirituality to what we want, but always in a jail of freedom, in a jail of existence. Agree with Sartre: the existence precedes the essence. To not loose the freedom of forever twisting, this is my point and my creativity.

A Process

When more we demand ourselves or more demands us the tasks of the moment, more necessary is for us to have the energetic source of the meditation, with the conciliation between soul and spirit. When more intensively is demanding us something that we have to do, more tired and oppressed becomes for us. Then, we forgot the magic and the essence of this thing that we have to do. As same as when we are in a deeply intellectual job and we forgot our body and his attentions. This is what happened to me so many times. Then, meditation becomes necessary.

We just realize about this when we lost the direction, when we feel lost, when we think that we don’t have more creativity and freshness, when the passion for our dance is lost, when nothing give us sense. Big doubts coming. 

In general, I thing  it’s possible to feel lost even with some that we really like or we really want to do or we don’t have any doubt at the beginning. In the school it’s possible to feel tired, to feel boring, to get worked up, to piss off, to commit big mistakes. To crash against the rules and the methods of the teaching, of the teacher. But it exists always the same possibility of react by oneself, of finding oneself again, of having new fresh creativity, of see the things in another way. Of twist the situations and feelings, of reborning again and again. Like this we overcome the crisis.

When I mean to throw out ourselves in dance or theater, it’s like an exercise, a sport of imagination forces, in which oneself represents his “me” in situations and places very differently from daily life. At this point, we forget this daily body and life while this exercise is going on and we enter in other dimensions, in other creatures, in other feelings and beings which are oneself.

In other words, we give up, surrender by something. We let ourselves go.

Reincarnation. If the actual existence can be the continuation of other existences in the past, of others in other bodies in other times and situations, then we can become our past and forget our present.

Even if we don’t believe in reincarnation, we can believe in the truth of being water, spirit or mountain in ourselves.

Imagination. Can be to the service of a desire to become what we want. The first creative impulse. It can be more powerful than ourselves, it can transform realities as science has done.