an extreme sports style challenge

I am not currently in the habit of posting writing, pictures, sound or anything else onto the “world wide web” or into “cyber space”, as I like to call the internet, in my own little hark back style of humour. I’m not sure why but I find it a little funny, just to hint at an old fashioned disconnection from the deep social position internet communication has taken in my broad community.

I told everyone in the studio on our first day together, Tuesday, that I wanted to use this page to make a connection with people who come to our show, or can’t come to our show, or want to read about theatre practices. I don’t want to irregularly contribute something inane like “man, I love this cast, we rocked it tonight. It’s so cool working with my friends”. But I guess only time will tell. I’m not some sort of genius. For example, just now I started to read an essay entitled “What is an Event?” and I got as far as:
Chaos does not exist; it is an abstraction because it is inseparable from a screen that makes some- thing - something rather than nothing - emerge from it. Chaos would be a pure Many, a purely disjunctive diversity, while the something is a One, not a pregiven unity, but instead the indefinite article that designates a certain singularity. How can the Many become the One? A great screen has to be placed in between them. Like a formless elastic membrane, an electromagnetic field, or the receptacle of the Timaeus, the screen makes something issue from chaos, and even if this something differs only slightly.

And now I am writing to you instead. I will warn you I can be fairly sure the quality of my posts over the next few months will vary. I will do my best to be fascinating. As Sol reminded us all, what goes up stays up. Words, online.

I could be seeing this as an extreme sports style challenge, to put back into perfect form the most difficult work I have ever danced and have not rehearsed for two years in nine days. But I have to say, we are feeling like an unstoppable room of disciplined warrior beauties. When I look around me, I’m so impressed that any fearful notion I will fail is disappeared.

So, after the second day, which was today, I am sore and tired (dancers catch cry) but just so happy. I find it fulfilling to spend my time making more space for Tanja’s work to shine. And I can’t believe how much I love working so hard with these, my amazing friends.