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Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
Sunday, 11 December 2011
MIrror by Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
I chose this poem for my improvisation class. The poem itself is beautiful to read and really speaks to me when thinking of movement. I worked with a partner and she chose some words and phrases from the poem to work with. I found this challenging and would love to try it again!
Searching
Agitation
Terrible Fish
Part of my heart
It is pink with speckles
EXPERIMENT PAST WORDS
EXPERIMENT PAST WORDS
Sunday, 16 January 2011
Thursday, 30 December 2010
Fire and Ice By Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
This poem has inspired previous dance works I have created :)
This poem deeply inspired me because it portrays human emotion and struggle when it comes to life. The poem has such powerful words that stand out to me. I think that fire represents hate and jealousy that we face everday. Ice I think portrays people not mixing in with the real world and avoiding problems in life which leads to more destruction. This poem reflects that theses problems will always be there as fire and ice are too opposite to make harmony.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
This poem has inspired previous dance works I have created :)
This poem deeply inspired me because it portrays human emotion and struggle when it comes to life. The poem has such powerful words that stand out to me. I think that fire represents hate and jealousy that we face everday. Ice I think portrays people not mixing in with the real world and avoiding problems in life which leads to more destruction. This poem reflects that theses problems will always be there as fire and ice are too opposite to make harmony.
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