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		<title>the wait</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 02:39:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Guinevere and Jules are waiting for us to finish tea and make their breakfast.  They are moderately patient.  They are confident that breakfast will arrive. I am waiting for inspiration.  I am impatient.  I am not confident that inspiration will come. For the past couple days I have been feeling a lull, like a surfer [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>Guinevere and Jules are waiting for us to finish tea and make their breakfast.  They are moderately patient.  They are confident that breakfast will arrive.</p>
<p>I am waiting for inspiration.  I am impatient.  I am not confident that inspiration will come. For the past couple days I have been feeling a lull, like a surfer out on a flat sea, no wave in sight.</p>
<p>But I am keeping in mind something that<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0874776317/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=wwwpaulajosaj-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0874776317"> Stephen Nachmanovitch</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=wwwpaulajosaj-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=0874776317" alt="" width="1" height="1" border="0" /> said:<em>  Attempts to conquer inertia are by definition, futile.  Start instead from the inertia as a focal point, develop it into a meditation, an exaggerated stillness.  Let heat and momentum arise as a natural reverberation from the stillness.</em></p>
<p>I know that in dance, stillness is the canvas on which the movement appears.  With my writing have lost some sense of stillness being the place to begin.  I am filling the moment with too much effort, too many gestures, too little breath.  There is also this:</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>To the mind that is still</em><br />
<em>the whole universe surrenders.</em><br />
<em>                                       Buddha</em></p>
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		<title>pina</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 22:37:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Paula Josa-Jones]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dancing is not getting up painlessly like a speck of dust blown around in the wind. Dancing is when you rise above both words, tearing your heart to pieces, and giving up your soul.                                                   Rumi I saw the film Pina yesterday.  If you have not seen it you must. What came shining through for [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<h4 style="text-align: center;"><em>Dancing is not getting up painlessly like a speck of </em></h4>
<h4 style="text-align: center;"><em>dust blown around in the wind.</em></h4>
<h4 style="text-align: center;"><em>Dancing is when you rise above both words, tearing</em></h4>
<h4 style="text-align: center;"><em>your heart to pieces, and giving up your soul.</em></h4>
<h4 style="text-align: center;"><em>                                                  Rumi</em></h4>
<p>I saw the film <a href="http://www.pina-film.de/en/http://">Pina</a> yesterday.  If you have not seen it you must. What came shining through for me is connected to what I am writing about for my class, <em>Breaking into Blossom</em>.  In the words of Stephen Nachmanovitch in <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Free Play:  Improvisation in Life and Art</span>:  &#8220;The noun of self becomes a verb.&#8221;</p>
<p>I do not see a lot of that in dance performance.  I often feel too much self in the performance, as if a mirror is always there, reflecting the performer back at himself.  Something a little too ironic or clever.   Movement that is too opaque, too filled up with the performer.</p>
<p>What Wim Wenders&#8217;s film captures and what I saw time and time again in the theater with Bausch&#8217;s work, is the complete, exquisite surrender of the dancer to the dance.  Movement and mover inseparable, incandescent.</p>
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