quand la danse rencontre la poésie et la musique.
comment elle mouvemente les mots et les silences du poème ? comment la danse vit-elle l’instantané d’une interprétation musicale ? d’où surgit le poème ? peut-il être mouvement ? est-il musique ?
ou, est-ce la musique qui est mouvement et poésie ?

when dance meets poetry and music.
how does it move the words and the silences of the poem ? how does the dance live the instant of a musical interpretation ? from where does the poem appear ? could it be movement ? is it music ?
or, is it music that is movement and poetry ?


/// ROCKIN’BLUES (creeping) \\\ in this dark there are blinking stars it is our eternal night life I remember the time
that I was walking in my mountains these mountains were like backs of turtles she rode on her twin horses she walked
anyway by the way of her tears and sometimes she yelled the sweet wailing this creeping cry was rocking blues

SHINE ON tugboats on the river all the birds above craving to get some meat from the golden fishes and as the reflections
of light on the surface I want you to shine on my face big towers on the waterfront that cracking up the sky all the radio
waves around invading our brains and as the reflections of light on the skyline I want you to shine on my mind powders
spread on the fields no more bees to fertilize carrion leaking blood poisoning rivers and as the reflections of light…on the
planet I want you to shine…on my regret. seen a syrian baby girl who’s scared of her own dreams until the day she’s got
home surrounded by rifles and as the reflections of light on the bullets I want you to shine on our pelts

(    (  ( ( S H I N E ) )  )    )

ALL IS KNOWN all is known then everything is countable all is known then nothing is of any worth all is known then there is no more meaning when all is known where is space ? when all is known where is life ? nothing’s allowed to remain mysterious all is held to be so possessed all is held not to seem too scary all is held no surprise it dies ! when all is held where is life ? when all is held where is space ? nothing’s allowed to stay light and moving

MISTY CALL the useless dust has gone away ain’t got no senseless other way each breath I claim gives me a break to
drown my sorrows into the lake hold on hold on everything is goin’ on sing sing sing sing sing again…sing sing sing sing
sing your pain you don’t throw colors in your dreams out of your eyes leak black’n’white gleams making grey-ironed
reflections as tears of your incompletion hold on hold on everything is goin’ on sing sing sing sing sing again…sing sing sing
sing sing your pain you walk as you talk in nonsense every step dense and intense oh no there’s no dance at all just a fall
into the f(u)all(ck)call. hold on hold on everything is goin’ on sing sing sing sing sing again…sing sing sing sing sing your

(    (  ( ( the misty call of the fall the mystic call of the fall ) )  )    )

BROTHERS oh I remember when we were building huts sharing our bloods together « just-like-indians » god was too heavy for your frail shoulders daddy was a tomb and mummy out of it oh we were brothers oh we were brothers so would you tell me why are you hanging this way ? oh we were waltzing on time and space and all along the way you’ve been losing your place we held many chances to drop your furious anger when you were braising it ‘till you burned your cells up oh I was your brother oh I was your brother so would you tell me why are you drifting this way ? oh I see your gaze upon these monochrome walls only chasing beauties inside human chaos stood in stillness and full of emptiness what a burden you carry on to save us all cause I am your brother oh I am your brother so would you tell me why are you leaving this way ?

(    (  ( ( was it your way to fly away ? was it your way to run away ? was it your set to free yourself ? ) )  )    )

SONG FOR JO I built a house Jo with wood and nails so the wind may blow keep the water and the moon from rising too soon for this house Jo is to heal my wounds here the sun and the desert are not the same my son and our fate forgot your name see the light has changed and the shameless roosters don’t sing loud enough to guide or awaken thy lonely people the house was built and the day is done so Jo please come around let yourself walk this ground I didn’t betray you the house is tall, not that I am small but I’m waiting I’m waiting for you Jo

THE FRAY the severals are plenty while the unique is lonely always after the smaller looks the bigger the sister’ll be the mother of the one she looked over upon time she’ll gather the son and the brother caring for one thing to find an eternal family mind two hearts ain’t no grind will never unbind only death, every now and then turns to be a burden but these two won’t bend until the end the brother drips in a son drop after drop the son rise on the brother died tonight the son comes through the light this whisper is a call deep down from our soul inviting them anyway once more into the fray live and die today die to live on this day anyway everyday once more into the fray

(    (  ( ( nooooooaaaaaaaah ) )  )    )

LOVE IS A VERB I dare you to whisper my name as you play in my hair would you dare ? heavy hands on my hips, to open your lips shivers and heartbeats, felt from underneath could you bare ? to clasp a little closer, you drink me as water pour your whole body, all over me love is a verb baby

ELEGY my ghosts were not gone don’t turn your eyes away please watch my soul grow me grow you look at this love flowering out look at this love bursting out overseas over me tryin’ to ride the tide please throw me the buoy slow me slow you if only we knew the water flood if only we knew to drown good by the time to realize we held a prayer in a breath and sunk deep into the dark touch me touch you if only we felt time’s running out if only we felt we ain’t knocked out drag my dead ideas past this blurry universe where life is being reborn see me see you watch up the stars falling down watch up the stars here’s the dawn on the pane of eternity my vapors and my breath rest by the spell of my sounds scatter as a deathless hearth, ashes and sparks my tone among mankind

…we’ll drop our demons down…

DARK WATERS dark waters gush out of the earth just like some blood tarry black blood you’ll cross rivers and won’t wet you for once it’s not a gambled time cause you’re not far from origins when lands meet skies with no line fire and ice are friends now more ! they are neighbor cold air, warm lakes, polar magic our figures disappear in the haze in the same place, under your eyes

fire land ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ∙∙∙ earth land ∙∙∙∙∙∙ ∙∙∙∙∙
∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ∙ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙
water land ∙∙ ∙∙∙∙ ∙ ∙ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙

blood land

∙ rock land ∙

wind land

this is highland this is selfland it could be my promised land I guess cause I’ve never seen and it’s been a long long time that I’m lookin’ that I’m waitin’ to sink inside, into the crack of dark waters and be a spark (of the) being being being
being ∞

\\\ ROCKIN’BLUES (rumbling) /// in this light there are pitch black holes ephemeral constant renewal boiling away deep in the dark I can’t recall what came before the matter the mass the phenomenon when she pulled me towards the light I rolled through dust and fog around I was chaos in a thousand crushing rocks these rumbling stones were rocking blues