There is so much poetry in dance, in the way bodies sidle up to one another and barely touch and then move away, only to come back around and move together suggestively, still holding back, still mostly eyes, still only hints at what could happen if both bodies fully engaged. There is love and loss and poise and danger. There is heart on sleeve, and … Continue reading Poetry in Music and Dance
Unbelievable precision. This is mesmerizing. We watched this on Thursday for Theater and Dance night. Continue reading Thousand Hands Dance
This morning I woke up with a song in my head, and it’s a good one. It’s the one I blast in my car on the way to Poetry Slam. It’s the one I sing along to and throw little girl-power dance parties to in the parking lot outside the pizza place where the Slam is held once a month. My fellow poet ladies … Continue reading The Soundtrack of our Lives
This is not the scene from SYTYCD – it was just the best semi-related picture I could find! It has been a long week. One thing I love about when the days start getting shorter, and the kids aren’t running around outside until almost nine o’clock at night, is that we can start doing Friday Night movie nights again. It doesn’t seem right to close the … Continue reading “Mommy, Can I Dance in a Dumpster?”
This morning as I listened to Flamenco Guitar music on my way to work, the thought exploded in my mind that the reason I am a poet is because I’m a scattered mess of an artist. I don’t think all poets are this way; I am not at all speaking for anyone else. All I’m saying is that there are so many things that I … Continue reading One Reason I am a Poet
Today I am remembering dancers on “So You Think You Can Dance.” Every time I watch a dancer perform, I’m blown away and usually moved to tears by the skill and the craft and the, I don’t know how to say it, the transparency of the dancers. I have an art form. I put words on paper and sometimes they come out meaning something to … Continue reading The Beauty of Being Vulnerable
