and they came close to me
from above
hanging
waiting till I touch them
once I find them
in the cloud of smoke
those
anchors

I touch one
and it takes me up
high above the ground
only to pump my flesh
with 220 volts

there are two rows of us
hanging out there motionless

but somehow we wake up
to what dream?

but somehow we make it back on earth
which earth?

There go the dancers – spending most of their time on stage fighting each other. Every time there is one or a couple igniting something, a reaction causing another reaction, multiplying, erupting into a seemingly chaotic mess and collapsing into silence again.

In other words a guy stamps heavily on the ground, trying to squash a girl under his soles. But she keeps tossing that hard he misses every time.
Then another guy turns up and stamps just once. That’s enough to make his adversary collapse. Soon more and more such predators appear, so when the whole stage is stamping and tossing happily, a true master turns up and, by stamping his foot just once, he makes all kiss the ground.

and so on and so on…a picture of evolution switching forms.

Ultima Vez (dance)

…and there is the blue one, being the first to spot the olive one, though she is not able to turn in her direction and keep her in sight. The moment she attemps that, she steps in the pink one’s way, which leads to identical reaction of the green and olive ones. The blue one, however, is not about to give up her discovery and releases the pink one who unites with the remaining couple in form of a gravity cluster. This doesn’t last too long and the initial try to make it to some symmetry turns back to chaos again. Reaching the final, at least one of the particles must stay in motion, or at least pretend that. The players in order of appearance: the green one – sterile and mechanical, the olive one – with a thought stranded on her lips, the blue one – conscious, the pink one – containing all. The surface does not necessarily have to match the interior as well as the rule stick to inflexibility.
system + rothko (dance)

space filled with quite a good quality darkness . the wings of a metal door come apart . something is emerging there . something flickering and unstable . something resembling a low-frequency pupet, still on the verge of vaporizing . still in the risk of electric breakdown

it is gaining shapes . it is gaining human shapes

there she is…a girl wearing a plain dress, a silver bob framing her face with expression, lacking chemistry of life

she seems to have no joints, and if so, they seem to revolve . she is a lifeless figure with precisely computed moves

her fingers move with a grace of a surgeon robot . her head suggests the flexibility of a very hard to afford android

music and lights cease at once…she collapses the way pupets do when you cut their strings off

hard to understand she is very likely made of flesh and bones

but there comes the shift

another being arises . seriously close to something very near to angelic entity . with the wings auctioned to raise funds for those not fully on board

no more strictly programmed perfection,
as it is replaced by the spiritually drawn perfection

maybe the spirit of something most of us could have become if we were able to wait for our tickets to arrive and desires to come true without being aware of waiting

Yoko Higashino – AntiGravity (dance)