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Despite the winter weather…

 

A Fall Praise Song

Your pall enfolds me,

October.

Your skin’s on fire,

bristling the northern water.

 

Here she comes,

Hold your breath,

Like a star before her death!

 

Feels so nice,

this haunting totem.

Christ’s sacrifice

colors the trees.

 

Here she comes,

Hold your breath,

Like a star before her death!

 

You are my light and my God.

You are my staff and my rod.

Your grace is lovely Jesus

and through Your blood God sees us.

The Romanticizing of a Break-up

Under the brim his eyes are cool,

as if he were regarding a calf;

Under his shirt his heart’s the hot,

empty pan forgotten in the oven.

Every step he finds his footing.

Slow, the dust barely moves.

 

The diamond in the east blinds the diamonds fleeting.

The dew in his beard reflects it, hence.

The ax handle he leaves at the fence,

Ten paces back.

His breath stays three.

Under his arm are his ribs.

 

Maybe levity crinkles the corners of his eyes.

The cows just stare, they steam.

A hum comes through those lips,

the frequency of October

and blood.

Ten days from now, a song.

His hands are loose,

like rubble after a bomb.

 

 

 

 

Oroyan Productions

I finally got around to putting a few videos up on Youtube. One of my work called, “Melisma” and one from BLM’s section from the Dracula ballet I was in a few years ago playing Renfield. I’ll eventually get a trailer up of Brown Rocket, condensed into about 3 minutes. But until then, ENJOY!

Don’t Vote

I have mixed feeling about this ad, but it certainly made me laugh out loud at some parts. Sarah Silverman and Jonah Hill(big guy in Superbad) helped not make it feel too patronizing and manipulative. It still is, though. More or less, I agree with their message, but the subtext and unspoken agenda makes me feel a little bit queazy. If you’re going to give a message that should be nonpartisan then you need impartial representation! 

Sage Under My (Dance) Belt

The Sage Awards are the Minneapolis dance community’s ceremony to recognize outstanding performers, performances, designs, etc. of the previous year. I was nominated for Outstanding Performance for Brown Rocket and Outstanding Performer for Brown Rocket, WRECK, and UGLY. I won the Outstanding Performer Award,  which totally encouraged me that what I do ripples past the proscenium, especially since the panel is made of fellow dancers and dance intellectuals.

Brown Rocket was robbed of the Outstanding Performance Award, but hey, it’s wonderful to have come away with one at all and to even be nominated, right? I think the 12 panelists went to over 250 performances collectively! And, of course, it’s foolish to take these things too seriously. Still, it will look nice on my resume and bio.

A local visual artist is commissioned every year to create the year’s award. This year the award is the spawn of Kirk McCall. The award is a continuation of his ink drawing series, White Pine Trees Drawn On Napkins

Calm. Guileless. “Green”. Looks at home alongside the paperbacks and hard covers. And if I ever run out of toilet paper… No! I would never!

I really am honored to be acknowledged for my work. As a choreographer and a dancer in such a great dance community it’s wonderful to be noted as “outstanding”. The experience of giving everything I have in a performance and the relationships that develop through the work has been the award that sustains me in this profession, but I certainly have felt my head fly back from this little extra kick of attention.  

 

Like a Train Wreck

*shudder* The thing is, if you separated Who they were singing about and just took in their movement there’s something squarely funky in the performance, but without irony these people freak me out. Especially the guy’s eyes. Something in my gut tells me he recently escaped from the Phantom Zone and is in cahoots with Lex Luther… and Sarah Palin.