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zondag 17 juli 2016

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. Po√ęzie 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


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