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For Christelle Brouck

  I knew who you were when we first met. I was in shoes, street shoes, and you told me later that you thought I danced jerkily and that was okay because jerky was a style in and as of itself, but I wore tango shoes the next time and you were drunk and you thought holy moly this guy can dance smooth. You laughed a lot in our dances, and you said that you had no idea what your feet were doing, and I said me neither. That made you laugh harder. I asked you if you had done something to have your chakras re-aligned, and you smiled in that way you do and you said that you knew I got it. That made me feel connected and spiritually knowledgeable even though I had no idea what it meant to align chakras. You said it felt like it had been helicoptering around and when it came home you felt like you'd found you, and I smiled and said I understood. We had these misunderstandings and projections on each other but I can't seem to find the strength to remember or write them down. After you wer...
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Asie en Italie

 It's terrifying to see two Asian kids grinning at you across the street, flossing their hips in tandem Maybe they know something I don't. So I crossed the street and sat down by the tree next to them for some brunch. The two kids seemed happy, mostly fooling around and playing with each other.  When all of a sudden, an older lady (mom?) came over and started yelling at the younger boy. He looked mortified, confused, and was guiltily trying to hang on to the sense of joy he still had earlier. And the older boy just went over to hug the older lady.  A hug was all it took. They conversed a little more, before the lady left. The older boy sat down, exhausted, while the younger boy played with his fingers. These Asian boys are on to something.
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Dying twice

 It seized me from the inside and the outside my whole body trembling lines were added and then more between  this world and the next breath made no sense the air was within and without I was lost so it seized me and I allowed it I fell backwards  with a sigh eyes open or shut? something kissed me and emptied me  of my breath of everything the lines flooded in to form a ladder into infinity of which I was at the bottom gazing up yearning then a powerful presence on top suffocating, milking, birthing and then I was left wanting staring through the cages at children trapped in pipes The message was clear; not enough effort to unlock my childhood ~ I wanted another ~ It seized me again I didn't allow it Held my ground held my breath within and stared down the goblin it refused to budge neither did I My shaman was whispering good, good what did good mean did it matter? I am here and I fight for my breath until the goblin wavered his red eyes glinting shimmered and got su...
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Uber favorite - Rafika

 Did you know? That you could favorite your favorite uber drivers so that the next time they're in the area, they can be notified specially to pick you up? Now I do. With my halting French, I asked the Algerian if the night was going well, and behold - she spoke back in halting English. Goodwill filled the car, stronger than the smell of clean leather. 'Do you like Paris?' I asked 'Yes!!' Unhesitatingly. 'It's beautiful!!'  I laughed Then hesitatingly: '..No?' 'Yes! I love it! But I barely got to see it, you know, with lockdown and all... You've been here for how long?' There was an inaudible sigh in there somewhere. '8 years.' 'Wow.' What a picturesque night. Empty of people, but Paris shone on nevertheless. Rafika had taken the path through Champs-Elysses, and before that, we'd passed by the Eiffel Tower too. Almost as though to prove her point. 'Before you know.. all of this, what would be your night outs li...
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Gratitude

 Curious, a slow Tuesday afternoon with - suddenly - nothing to do. Do, what a word, as though the act of doing is linked to the act of being. As we so often say - I'm going to do laundry, and I'm going to do grocery shopping, to do up my online site, do this, do that. Instead of waking up and saying: Today, I'll be happy. Today is the day I'll be grateful, I'll be zen. And so? Perhaps today I shall do being, I shall do up a list of being grateful. Sunlight. I am grateful for you the Sun, in all your splendor and magnificence. An orb on high that shines and gives us the gift of rays of warmth, a dying star that emits such radiance that us at such a distance away still feel the licks of solar flares 8 minutes after they emerged. I'm grateful for the call of reality, of the presence it brings to the street, for the scrunch of our face when we face the sun that inevitably turns into a smile, because, perhaps a stranger mistook the scrunch for a smile and as we know...
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Lecoq - Mystere

 How do we render the invisible visible? Our provocations were many, they came in the form of: - myth and text from Jos - nightmare from Eric - hidden world from Anne - beauty and ugly from Jos
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Lecoq - L'enfance

 How lucky - I get to revisit my childhood in the middle of my life. Monday With Jos, we discovered ease, economy and joy of movement as children. We do something we like, and when we're told to do something, we get bored of it. Soft bodies soft faces in the space, our bodies are bent, there is no vertical lines to look for, the only thing stretched is our stomach, the arch of the back. We roll, crawl, find the easiest way to get up, to pray and crouch supported by all fours, or all four points.  Improv with Jos was the Sandbox, a playground where 5 - 7 children of ages 2-7 would play. Children are always noisy, and we try to stay away from frustration and anger (unless we're trying to manipulate, in which it's part of le jeu). We have to be generous. Often the kids have their little worlds, and then the worlds merge, new things are invented, they pretend at marriage, they save the princess, sometimes they just move for the joy of moving. 
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