Monday, February 18, 2008

Re: 7 Hour Movement Marathon

One thing I didn't speak about in the previous entry is that on February 10 I walked into the Skidmore College dance theater and at 2 p.m. began "moving", and continued until 9 p.m. I want to say thank you to Mary DiSanto Rose, Lori Dawson, Debra Fernandez, Peter Kober, and the Skidmore dance department for allowing me the time in the space. I managed all 7 hours with only 2 three minute breaks for personal time and food. I also had some help from Debra Fernandez, Margo Mensing, and several students who came by to dance with me. I appreciated the time and energy. As it is the pledges toward the 7 hours are coming in and I am very close to making my "nut" toward the SPCP tuition. I'll be writing you all individually to say thank you, but here it is in the meantime.

I have mini DV footage and if I can figure out how to format it I'll post it here.


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Poem of the day (or whenever I change it)

Always the setting forth was the same,
Same sea, same dangers waiting for him
As though he had got nowhere but older.
Behind him on the receding shore
The identical reproaches, and somewhere
Out before him, the unravelling patience
He was wedded to. There were the islands
Each with its woman and twining welcome
To be navigated, and one to call ``home.''
The knowledge of all that he betrayed
Grew till it was the same whether he stayed
Or went. Therefore he went. And what wonder
If sometimes he could not remember
Which was the one who wished on his departure
Perils that he could never sail through,
And which, improbable, remote, and true,
Was the one he kept sailing home to?

By: W.S.Merwin