daghdha space 22052008 choreography by mark carberry and alexis clancy dance by inma moya pavon music by john greenwood

not

fish wriggling in mud spasming for breath looking to move up up up in a world.

if air is one degree more abstract than water, what comes next? …numbers?

i will die trying to undo this knot to figure unfigure this dubtripmultibind

pump notes out of lungs before make room nuff to breathe ‘help me i don’t need your help i’ll pull myself up my own gill/wings/ideas.

change is traumatic, violent, difficult, confusing, when a whole world a whole life paradigm is at stake.
and that’s before i even try to relate
can you see how hard i’m trying?

return and return, folding in and then in upon self, by eternal return and recursion i hope to make sense and meaning of this chaos someone once called ‘life’. referring back to this point that point on a timeline from here i can see myself falling falling and i can only know how fast relative to other bodies falling around me that’s not too clear can i fix it…?

this way and that looking for … meaning? connection? and maybe the dance is the movement itself not the reason, not the object.

truth is what works what rhymes keeps time keeps faith keeps shape keeps keeps keeps or lets go go to fade fade out fade fade away.