My dear—
Our shared sense of space, this spatializing of language, the talk of fields and houses, swamps and creeks… You asked of my “house unbuilt,” after the fact or is it before the fact?—and my first thought to that question is must it be either/or? can’t it be and/both?
Movement, too, is one of the things I can do to re-route the intensity when it comes. To find small moments, gestures of my body and go exploring there.
All this is to say that when I danced Saturday evening, while all very honest and sincere, my body perhaps read as dramatic, romantic(ized), coming out of a depth of feeling that is not fully moored in “reality” as is normally considered. Yet this is where I stand, start, circle, cross, continue, sit, park walk, turn and stop, and any distance between you and me is meant to be felt and is part of the landscape being charted.
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