We have come to be danced (poem by Jewel Mathieson)

Miranda van Keulen en Els Boom (Biodanzaschool Amsterdam) tipten me overeen gedicht "we have come to be danced". Hier twee linkjes naar een voordracht van dat gedicht. De eerste is wat zachter sensuele... die vind ik mooier. Poëzie komt bij mij beter binnen als het niet al te veel vuur heeft. En eentje van de auteur zelf... die veel vuur bevat. Misschien raakt die jou juist weer dieper. Hij is rauw.

Ik ben nog aan het voelen wat ik ervan vind, hoe het me raakt. Maar misschien is dat juist geweldig, dat je niet direct weet wat iets je doet, maar dat het toch in je ronddanst.

Miramda van Keilen and Els Boon (Biodanzaschool of Amsterdam) told me about een poem "we have come to be danced" Here are two links to that wild poem about dancing. One presented with more lightnes, air and sensuality. Another (by the author herself) with a lot of fire and rawness.

I am still feeling how it touches me. I do not know yet. But maybe that is exactly right, not knowing how you are affected by something... and letting it dance around inside anyway.



Zachte versie / light version HERE

Vurige rauwe versie / Fire raw version HERE

We Have Come to Be Danced

 by Jewel Mathieson

We have come to be danced

not the pretty dance

not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance

but the claw our way back into the belly

of the sacred, sensual animal dance

the unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance

the holding the precious moment in the palms

of our hands and feet dance

We have come to be danced

not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance

but the wring the sadness from our skin dance

the blow the chip off our shoulder dance

the slap the apology from our posture dance

We have come to be danced

not the monkey see, monkey do dance

one, two dance like you

one two three, dance like me dance

but the grave robber, tomb stalker

tearing scabs & scars open dance

the rub the rhythm raw against our souls dance

WE have come to be danced

not the nice invisible, self conscious shuffle

but the matted hair flying, voodoo mama

shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance

the strip us from our casings, return our wings

sharpen our claws & tongues dance

the shed dead cells and slip into

the luminous skin of love dance

We have come to be danced

not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance

but the meeting of the trinity: the body, breath & beat dance

the shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance

the mother may I?

yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance

the Olly Olly Oxen Free Free Free dance

the everyone can come to our heaven dance

We have come to be danced

where the kingdom’s collide

in the cathedral of flesh

to burn back into the light

to unravel, to play, to fly, to pray

to root in skin sanctuary

We have come to be danced

WE HAVE COME