First impressions are cheap auditions...

Saturday, 9 April 2011

Chickens in bonnets and capes, not pies..

Posh Bird.

Silly old duck,,,

Posted by Sophie-may at 14:59

Sophie-may: Dancing with eyes half closed because to open them would break the spell. Dancing as if language had surrendered to movement - as if this ritual, this wordless ceremony, was now the way to speak, to whisper private and sacred things, to be in touch with some otherness. Dancing as if the very heart of life and all its hopes might be found in those assuaging notes and those hushed rhythms and in those silent hypnotic movements. Dancing as if language no longer existed because words were no longer necessary. . .

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