http://www.npr.org/2011/12/25/144200944/a-jazz-pianists-cinematic-fantasy

(excerpt) 5 Things I Hate about Ballet: Lewis Segal

"Beauty vs. Prettiness:

The distinction is like the one that choreographer William Forsythe drew at a Dance Critics Assn. conference years ago between dancers and people who've learned to dance. Beware of people who've learned to dance -- especially when they spread prettiness like a virus."

Even if you disagree with every point in this article, it would still be good to read...

http://articles.latimes.com/2006/aug/06/entertainment/ca-primer6

-julia

I had a blue bicycle, they have my blue bicycle by Marina Mascarell Mart...

moments of insane pleasure

Does anyone have a snippet to contribute to the following theme?

-julia



moments of insane pleasure

My job was to carry the wheels of water piping down the mountain.

I dropped them and didn’t run after

standing riveted

as they took off

stop all the clocks

I was watching Four Weddings and a Funeral with my aunt and uncle the other night. Such a good movie, first of all. And at the funeral, a poem by W.H Auden is read. I thought it was beautiful and so powerful, and I immediately wanted to share it. And here is the perfect place
: )

Stop all the clocks ("Funeral Blues")

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

-Nanna

Wood Chips

Wood Chips from Julia Cost on Vimeo.

a community poem

Here is an exercise in a community poem!

Can you each add a few abstract/ poetic lines about this subject in relation to your own life? Maybe begin with "I am a child of______" or "I am a _____ child." Afterwards we can delete our names.

Julia:

I am an island child who forgot

though I've always drank water like there's no tomorrow

and argued with paints that thought they were green



Katy:

I am a child who is grounded in the reality of imagination

who dances around the living room

whose joy cannot be contained

so whose squeals are so loud that the neighbors can hear



Rachel:

I am a child of dreamy far away-ness

I watched the butterfly tree in the afternoon

I heard the bird tree at dusk

I smelled dinner and ate a little tree called broccoli



Shane:

I am a cowboy child. Complete with boots, hat,

accent, and a gold painted scorpion bolo tie.

I wish I still had that thing, if I wore it today people would love it.

There are so many objects that

were heavy with significance to me when I was young.

Like that Smily Dinosaur watch with the googly eyes.

I broke it the first day I had it by tripping

on the bricks with ants. That was one of my

saddest cries.

Maddy:

I am a child of wild imagination

My biggest pet peeve is wet socks

I use to wear a fake tail in the super market

I once tried to make my Mother laugh in Church by sneaking plastic vampire teeth into Sunday Mass

she laughed...

I was grounded.





Amy:



Becca:



Justin:

I was a child of endless energy

I would have bottled and sold it if possible

I was a child given activities to reach exhaustion

I am an adult who never feels like he is doing enough



Kellie:

I am a dusty child.

Naked in boots.

A mirage, tainted by vitality and soul. A purpose for winter coats.