thank you for the inspiration Sarah! *love!* [(part 2) continue one minute biography interruption exercise and freewrite post-experience]

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Sugar Skulls

 

Dia de los muertos

it’s always

a sugar skull on your face

who can paint

un principessa

funny mirror

sideways glance

from run ways

to run away

our father: a loss: to remember

and now she needs her inheritance

 

           

 

I used to wake you up

do you remember?

 

 

 

 

 

this makes no sense whatsoever

witness breakdown

inside an eight year old mind

moans

screaming

make them stop

those curly cues

curl

pinch

a mess

cries

a living doll

            I used to dress her up

Advertisements

[taking note of what is not said; listening to the inbetween]

 

buried

            body

                                    clear                            rotting groups

 

                                                                                                                        bloom

 

inserted

 

            body                                                    regeneration                           culture

                                   

 

                                    rest

 

wild flowers walk

 

electric                        body

 

                                                                        how do you want the bodies to vibrate?

 

slightly off

                                                            tone                 shamanic techniques: a glance

women’s visions: speak to the dogs

 

                        the demon is within you: process: shadow

 

                        two voices: distorted: layers

 

                                    move the demon through

[“admit: you know nothing”//more process notes from river performance]

talk: parla: habla

                                   

                                                to the line(s) —-­­­_____——

 

cloud net: fog _________

                                    deep sleep: wake irritability—–

 

weave: never in summer_______—————

 

the spiders are coming                                                                                  the spiders

 

when we arrived, a fracture, one blue dragonfly

where is the swarm this summer?                                                                      the spiders

                                                                        have you seen them?

 

 

green light: throat opened                                                                debris

fallen rainbow spectrum                               red, blue water weaving

 

interfere with the birds home

                                   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

these stories lie buried: something told me not to…

 

                                                                                                split bones: read the marrow

 

there are some instances when DISASSOCIATION                    helps

the rupture

                                                surrendered: splayed

           

gutted fish                                                                  no blood smear

 

slop sore sore sore

                                                                        fear may cause DEATH

 

drip naked                              shiny beads of light wash the sight: a memory

 

 

——–I’m in my body, I’m not.___________

 

 

 

 

 

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25 July 2013; Workshop: Cecilia Vicuna

 

[Process notes: after the performance for the river (without instruction)]

performing the SPACE OF LOSS

 

                leave     the         body

reading

                                criticize                              in public

 

egoless

                                                slow      ing         down

 

                welcome

                                                                inhuman                                            become

reception                                           vulnerable

 

“if bitten”                          by a snake, by a poisonous mosquito                 breathe

 

Amazon                              shamans                             slow                      ing         down

breath                                 relax

 

crying underneath

                wash me                                                             shed skin           open