Saturday, September 20, 2008
(4:16) On Butoh-based Dance: A Saturday morning amble...
Discussing Butoh-based dance having just completed a 4 day workshop with Denise Fujiwara in Toronto, Canada.
Ok, so. My first iMac video on Butoh-based dance with a poem in my white flannel nightgown this morning.
Even before coffee. I leave as is. Though I did add the poem later this evening and you might have to increase the volume since, though I re-recorded a number of times much closer to the computer's built-in microphone than the original clip, I wasn't able to arrive at the same volume levels.
In the emptiness of the dancer everything comes to be. I hope I imparted this in my little experimental video. Sharing a recent experience which I am in the process of understanding.
Strange and surreal as it appears, the intensity of the dancers, intimacy, exposure, vulnerability are the core of Butoh.
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YouTube URL here
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Butoh Dancers
do not express but expose embodied emotion
in the Noh tradition of restraint
line of red belts on the kimonos
the dancers move towards us
as slowly as the moon bleeds through the sky
they are intermittently earth, water, fire, air
gone are the wild rhythms of their bodies
they are empty silk shells on the stage
who reveal their intimate selves
what is most human
our contradictory states
our warring, our longing, our loving
without the effort of thought
we who do not watch
or even witness
a performance
rather we complete
their process
of us
© 2008, Brenda Clews
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