Salon.com Life | “We sing the body electric…”: It finally happened at 30my body left its confinesafter years of spinning turbinesthe cigarettes and wine glassesof twentysomething dating classes.The butt that never gained a thinga lure for men, a giggling thingthat danced all night in gowns once wornby tiny 20s movie stars.But now a meal lasts a great deal longerthan lingering eyes over wine and pastaand goes to my thighs like white on rice.Hey Mom – I’ve discovered cellulite!How now begins this epic battle?Will esteem drop with hips that waddle?I’ve heard the elders mutter bitterof tits that sag, how men must gagand that one day I’ll understand.But this precious territoryis sadly, only temporaryAnd it’s the only one I’ve gotfor life’s in motion, life is notthe perfect frozen laundry listthe measure of the men you’ve kissed,so let me die an onanist!– Zoe Greenberg, New York, N.Y.
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The final result of their artistic investigation were three twelve hour shows in Vienna’s Kasino am Schwarzenbergplatz, the same venue used by the Bürgtheater for their monthly experimental one-off productions and site of many of the after performance parties for shows in Akademietheater…. I had gone to the Alternative Dream Asylum in the company of choreographer Mala Kline who sat down at one of the computer stations and commenced a wonderful impromptu reading from the screen of the free verse concocted by the Choreographer’ Venture participants.
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But musically it felt too much like a direct assault on our sensibilities rather than a complex voyage…. If you are missing punk from the eighties dressed up in a modern sensibility PONI is not to be missed.
Leave a CommentYesterday one of the choreographers about whose piece I had written expressed surprise at the style of my reviews. She felt that there was not as much analysis of the idea behind the show as she would like.
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The curtain is wide open and A drum set in the middle back of the stage…. Two women pace back and forth at the front of the stage examining spectat A man crosses the stage in woman’s shoe.
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From left to right: a panel written over English, the image of the artist pressed up against the wall, a panel written over in German: The initial message is this: hey dude i have talent, i’m just here waiting for god The artist bends over to each panel to change the writing gradually…. After about seven minutes, she finally rises and comes into the darkened theatre via the spectator entrance.
Leave a CommentAn enormous set of windows letting natural light stream in from overhead…. A crowd of one hundred and fifty spectators gathered around the dance floor.
Leave a CommentIlluminated in the middle Raw wooden tables in a large closed circle. The audience seated in two rows, around the ring, the second row on a raised platform.
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