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a touchstone Nov 21, 2008

by Jessica

I’m afraid I’ve already hyperbolized myself out of relevance.

There are shows. There are wars. War. There is extreme discipline. And what it enables. There is wrestling with angels.

There is one death and it is shared and bodies in violent motion, everyday motion, play motion, are fathered and mothered by its impossibility, expanding and contracting, passionately - to the music of organs, crossing signals, breath, chatter – like the universe around a vortex of void.

Even the score on its own would be worth it, k? And the emergency lighting.

I want you to see Crystal Pite’s Kidd Pivot work this weekend because I would like it to be a touchstone for people I know (and don’t know).

Peace ~ Paige Weinheimer

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