Mar. 7th, 2011
Performance Inspiration
Mar. 7th, 2011 02:13 pmI want to do a dance performance to this song. If my idea goes over like it's playing out in my head, it will be riveting and intensely creepy. I have to do a lot of research for costuming/props/prosthetics before it can ever make it to the stage... not to mention the physical training/conditioning I need to do to let this come to fruition (I have some inversion and suspension in mind).
The imagery and the makeup in this video is intriguing to me, but completely unrelated to the idea I have in mind.
The imagery and the makeup in this video is intriguing to me, but completely unrelated to the idea I have in mind.
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!--The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks----
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air----
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel----
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
- by Sylvia Plath
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!--The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks----
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air----
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel----
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
- by Sylvia Plath