1. just got a free cd by Black Atlantic... free download of their whole album. haven't listened yet but its supposed to be :) for fans of bon iver and fleet foxes.
2. for dinner i had table crackers with gorgonzola and salami. i honestly think salami cheese and bread is the most satisfying thing one could eat.
3. mondays are killer.
but oh so totally worth it.
if i prepare for them well... i know my sense of personal accomplishment is going to flourish this semester.
now to power.
first performance of New Genre tonight.
my group was really beautiful.
but also: i never would have thought i could come up with anything to show people that would be so moving.
maybe i'll be successful in this class.
tension.
we pulled a book on sorcery out of the theological library... our sentence for performance was something along the lines of " the priest imagines what takes place on a witches sabbath..."
jason was the priest...
the three of us girls were his imagined happenings.
we lay on the ground, contorted and still.
we began to make sounds using harsh consonants... it was improvised but well planned at the same time...
jason sits up and surveys the room... watching and listening to us.
he smacks his palm onto the ground and we are silenced...
we start again... a quiet crescendo.
his foot slams against the concrete. we hush but our eyes come open.
again the noises begin and he goes to each person and raises them up... breathing into them with his imagination.
each person rises (the three of us staggered with kari the tallest and performing VERY well i might add) to different heights their body hung like a tree and contorted.
our voices grow louder and like trees we shudder and swayyy.
we weren't loud enough though...
so i burst out from my diaphragm to create an extreme contrast...
it was ridiculous.
i wanted to keep getting louder and louder...
and i would have...
there was a lot of power in that sound.
the entire audience was captured in the resounding boom of my voice coupled with the harsh consonants ...
it was like being a part of some native dance or tribal ritual... it really did overcome me inside.
very liberating.
then we slowly disintegrated and fell into a peace.
the classes discussion was so interesting.
someone said they almost began to cry.
everyone was very much gloriously disturbed.
and kent loved it.
liberating... powerful moment.
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