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Fee-fi-fo…fecund Oct 8, 2010

by Yoko

…Running rabbits can symbolize a waking life situation requiring a hare's agility. Such a dream may also be a communication that one needs to stop using the mind as a tool for over-analyzing a situation and begin using it as a means to productively process intuitive information.

I relish the moments when our urge to define is suspended. When the unexpected giant-slide-for-the-mind-wormhole appears, I will willingly get aboard and ride it through space and time freed from everything but that very experience.

This is one of the reasons—aside from the stunning beauty of his work—I am pro-Rizzo. He claims to be a formalist. He wants you to figure things out for yourself just by simply experiencing what is in front of you—the mystery is your mystery and you should be comfortable letting it unfold for you. Just relax into the moment because whatever you want this sensory-feast to mean, it is fine.

So what did it mean for me?  Magic. b.c…, is a sculpture of slowness. My days, weeks, months, are too fast and this was the perfect elixir I needed. A restorative moment. An opportunity to to get drunk on every detail and recalibrate.

There is the pace and precision of Julie Guibert’s astonishingly perfect movements and controlled connection to the ground.

And the lights.  Lighting without its companion? Then…

As if to underscore slowness and distance, set deep into the performance, a startling clap! How many minutes were between lighting and thunder? The sound begins. It is in contrast to everything I’ve known up to this moment. It is acute and pulsing—accelerating my heart.  I’m excited, not anxious. I’m still so relaxed, getting drunker with every passing moment.  But…

My foot starts tapping and I want to drink a Redbull and immediately go to a club after the performance. Then…

Once again, I’m completely mesmerized by Guibert—how can someone move so perfectly?  (Rizzo says: “incredible intelligence onstage”…yes!) I can’t help it…

I’m silently screaming  “Kink! Kink! Kink!—oh dear god, it’s so kinky I need to go rub one off.”  Until…

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These moments are too few and far between. It feels like I’ve just been given a gift and I cherish it.

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