Kiraza performed at Matsuo Taisha in the beginning of May and it was very fun.
Shinto stages are rad.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Yes, it happened.
6.27 (sat) EXORCISMS
Caitlin Coker(dance)
川崎歩（dance)
ニイユミコ（voice,dance）
杉浦梢（video, performance)
木村和人（percussion)
S.C.F (video,music）
宮北裕美（dance）
岩田邦彦（percussion）
OPEN 18:30 / START 19:00adv.2000 yen with 1drink / door. 2500 yen with 1drink
In May, I was invited by Andy of S.C.F. to perform in this program. It was a very big deal to me. Urbanguild is my favorite event space, and Nii Yumiko (the third name down) is one of my favorite dancers of all time. The invitation was to do a 30 minute solo dance in collaboration with a wicked awesome sound/video piece composed by S.C.F.
It was scary- how would it turn out? (The other performers are also seniors to me, and it is a Saturday night program.) And there went a month of rehearsing and thinking and trying... And the night came, and it was a success. People came. Dancing was done. S.C.F. had an awesome video, improvised a great sound score, and I wore a big paper costume and spit wads of paper at people. That`s not a good dance summary. Well, I connected things to the idea of the Teruterubouzu (see below picture). So, for me the dance had good coherency and a lot of possibility. And I felt a very deep real raw energy. Now, I am pumped.
PUMPED!!!!!!
Ready to dance more, to investigate this thing of performing for others, moving with others, moving, moving others, being moved. Breathing and being alive. YES!!!!
I applied to the Dairakudakan summer butoh intensive with a short and earnest email in Japanese saying "take me"! For fun, I translated my Japanese back into English through an altavista translator. Maybe this is only really funny for me, but I will post it. (Note that when I change my name to Japanese katakana and then have it translated back, it becomes "Kay phosphorus")
"To large camel warship,
We would like to apply to lodging together August 2009, it is, but. I say the Kay phosphorus which comes from America. Studying Japanese and dance at the American university, after graduating, it came to Japan. They are 24 years old. Six annual Japanese is studied, but still we are unskillful, you did not see. So, we would like to become skillful, it is. That compared to, we would like to dance, it is. Please participate in lodging together. We would like to persevere. Thank you. We ask may. Kay phosphorus"
So... thinking about going to this scares me, too! In a way that is a good sign. I`m sure I will feel many special things there.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
For SCF
Somehow related to exorcism, I was wondering one day how I would physically express my idea of the void. I got home from work and lay down on the floor like "phew, home!" and I started dancing, to my surprise. I turned on my camera and did the same movements again. Watching the video, I realized how my physical expression of the void (that scary yet liberating, nothing yet everything, vibrating place) could be a good frame for film, playing with what's inside the empty space where my body isn't. I want to give this to you as a tool you can use while you are putting together your film, and you can give me requests if there are certain feelings/images that would couple well with certain parts of the film AND/OR parts of the film that you want to be highlighted or trapped in my void- in the negative space. Thanks!
I have to tell this story about my day at junior high school.
A million note-able things happen each day.
The girl in the back of the room who waves and smiles every time i look in that direction, for ex.
But! This is about my encounter with the math teacher.
My desk is next to the computer.
So often people have to sit next to me when they use it.
I chat with the English teachers in English, but I don't have many chances to talk to the other teachers, yet.
And they feel nervous around me, because they think I don't understand Japanese, and/or they think they should be able to speak English and I am proof of their English failure.
There is a math teacher that often makes me happy.
Now, in schools, I often get really hungry, but the times that I have eaten food at a time outside of lunchtime, other japanese staff make comments and I feel like "oh, i'm not supposed to do this, erm." But, I'm hungry, it's 5pm, and there is a snack! It's a dilemma.
I was wondering what my new school is like. It seemed kind of formal at first- can I eat snacks?
This is a very big question for me.
I was wondering this and walked by the math teacher in the staff room, at his desk, slowly eating a jumbo size pudding cup, enjoying each bite at 10 in the morning. He's a man in his 20's, rather normal looking, yet mannerisms a bit like a grandpa. In a tie eating a giant cup of pudding.
Another morning, morning meeting. In front of the vice-principal's desk, he pulls out a huge white oblong of bread in plastic packaging. He carefully reads the label, appreciating the ingredients and calorie information. He unfurls it and takes a big bite. Mmmm.
Today at 5 pm I had nothing to do at school and was hungry so I started eating a big piece of mochi. The math teacher sits beside me to use the computer. I continue eating the mochi, alternating between pulling off pieces and putting them in my mouth, and biting the mochi directly, gauging which way gets less rice flour on my fingers, but both ways get a lot of rice flour on my fingers. He carefully speaks to me in japanese, slowly and generously:
Math teacher: "What are you eating?"
Me: "Hmmmm" "mame daifuku butsuan"
Math: "Wow, that must be nice."
Me: "It is. Do you want some? you can pull some off."
Math: "ok"
"Do you like japanese sweets?"
Me: "Yes"
Eventually the intimacy of the moment struck me and i had to go and wash my cup and drink some tea. Also, Sitting next to someone and saying nothing is a special thing, but there is a tension when one person thinks they have to say something and i was thinking that kind of moment had come up.
That's it.
I have to tell this story about my day at junior high school.
A million note-able things happen each day.
The girl in the back of the room who waves and smiles every time i look in that direction, for ex.
But! This is about my encounter with the math teacher.
My desk is next to the computer.
So often people have to sit next to me when they use it.
I chat with the English teachers in English, but I don't have many chances to talk to the other teachers, yet.
And they feel nervous around me, because they think I don't understand Japanese, and/or they think they should be able to speak English and I am proof of their English failure.
There is a math teacher that often makes me happy.
Now, in schools, I often get really hungry, but the times that I have eaten food at a time outside of lunchtime, other japanese staff make comments and I feel like "oh, i'm not supposed to do this, erm." But, I'm hungry, it's 5pm, and there is a snack! It's a dilemma.
I was wondering what my new school is like. It seemed kind of formal at first- can I eat snacks?
This is a very big question for me.
I was wondering this and walked by the math teacher in the staff room, at his desk, slowly eating a jumbo size pudding cup, enjoying each bite at 10 in the morning. He's a man in his 20's, rather normal looking, yet mannerisms a bit like a grandpa. In a tie eating a giant cup of pudding.
Another morning, morning meeting. In front of the vice-principal's desk, he pulls out a huge white oblong of bread in plastic packaging. He carefully reads the label, appreciating the ingredients and calorie information. He unfurls it and takes a big bite. Mmmm.
Today at 5 pm I had nothing to do at school and was hungry so I started eating a big piece of mochi. The math teacher sits beside me to use the computer. I continue eating the mochi, alternating between pulling off pieces and putting them in my mouth, and biting the mochi directly, gauging which way gets less rice flour on my fingers, but both ways get a lot of rice flour on my fingers. He carefully speaks to me in japanese, slowly and generously:
Math teacher: "What are you eating?"
Me: "Hmmmm"
Math: "Wow, that must be nice."
Me: "It is. Do you want some? you can pull some off."
Math: "ok"
"Do you like japanese sweets?"
Me: "Yes"
Eventually the intimacy of the moment struck me and i had to go and wash my cup and drink some tea. Also, Sitting next to someone and saying nothing is a special thing, but there is a tension when one person thinks they have to say something and i was thinking that kind of moment had come up.
That's it.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Human Bodies are Crazy!
Everything changes
there's nothing to hold onto
to grab to cling onto
but i look down and you're still there
the same moles knuckles and nails
why don't you run away
why not be free of this
why do you choose to stay
even if your dna is that way
it's still the same as when i was two
still the same as the time i got a concussion
still the same as when i fucked on a mountain
how would i brush my teeth without you?
You're still here
You're still here
You're still here
On my arm
I know you're not really the same
because i heard somewhere that
all the cells in our body change
die and regrow in seven years
you're not the same but you keep coming back
even though there's so much i lack
we're not the same but you've still got my back
sometime lets go and punch a watermelon
You're still here
You're still here
You're still here
on my arm
everything changes
i change next year i'll be a thespian
and then a lesbian gay man drag queen
town whore huge bore
I'll get a new haircut
a new boyfriend
move to a new town
and get a new job again
but
you're still here
you're still here
you're still here
on my arm
thank you
for loving me
enough to be
a part of this
there's nothing to hold onto
to grab to cling onto
but i look down and you're still there
the same moles knuckles and nails
why don't you run away
why not be free of this
why do you choose to stay
even if your dna is that way
it's still the same as when i was two
still the same as the time i got a concussion
still the same as when i fucked on a mountain
how would i brush my teeth without you?
You're still here
You're still here
You're still here
On my arm
I know you're not really the same
because i heard somewhere that
all the cells in our body change
die and regrow in seven years
you're not the same but you keep coming back
even though there's so much i lack
we're not the same but you've still got my back
sometime lets go and punch a watermelon
You're still here
You're still here
You're still here
on my arm
everything changes
i change next year i'll be a thespian
and then a lesbian gay man drag queen
town whore huge bore
I'll get a new haircut
a new boyfriend
move to a new town
and get a new job again
but
you're still here
you're still here
you're still here
on my arm
thank you
for loving me
enough to be
a part of this
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Naturally Inclining to Interests
I've noticed lately a swelling of something in my chest in reaction to thinking/seeing what path comes next. What do I do the next second, the next weekend, the next year?
I stepped into a nasty thicket of grass and felt a tightness in my chest; my head chided and called me a coward, but my feet followed the feeling in my torso and stepped back. I stepped into another nasty thicket of grass and felt giddy and open in my ribcage into a smile on my face. A few large steps later and i found a large nasty circle of grass that smelled sweetly when i stomped into it.
I stepped into a nasty thicket of grass and felt a tightness in my chest; my head chided and called me a coward, but my feet followed the feeling in my torso and stepped back. I stepped into another nasty thicket of grass and felt giddy and open in my ribcage into a smile on my face. A few large steps later and i found a large nasty circle of grass that smelled sweetly when i stomped into it.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Lifestyle Protection SUCCESS
I FOUND A JOB!!! A JOB!!! WHOOOOOO DIDDLY!!!I love Kyoto. I am thankful for the people here and the dance here and the magic that is everyday life.
Let's do it, guys! Ahoy tomorrow!
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