dance #333, a third body

Wednesday November 18, 2009

A third body

9:30 – 9:45 p.m. Dancing at Dov house. Second floor. Collected here. We have smallish swaths of white cloth. Old sheets tearing and torn. I dance with Inge. We start throwing the fabric. It alights. Catching air. Swooosh. Textures battering at air, pocketing. Soundings are swishing. Thick cotton, wrinkled, rustling. Whipping past past. Alorani remarks that the fabric becomes a kind of third body. Later I remark that this is dance number three thirty three. Alice is acting up. Earlier she was pacing and rubbing her cheeks up against the desk, the door. Gorgeous November day.

~ by nmyers on November 18, 2009.