June/July 2013

CALLendar

ART / WRITING / DANCE / ETC

Dance The reviews are in. See what local media thought of Coriolis Dance’s 5th season of the Co-LAB Series. The Seattle Times Seattle Weekly The Stranger SeattleDances Insidious Tomatoes After wrapping up Co-LAB 5 Coriolis performed at the first anniversary event for the Chihuly Glass and Garden. Then Co-founder Natascha Greenwalt Murphy, collaborator Jackie An, and I went back into the studio to rework our current work-in-progress Insofar as the landscopic field report for our friends at MLKBallet in Tacoma for the Move! Festival. And the season’s not quite over yet. Upcoming performance: Seattle International Dance Festival: Spotlight on Seattle June 20

th at 8pm

Raisbeck Hall 1621 12

th Ave, Seattle

Buy Tickets RSVP on Facebook An evening curated by Pacific Northwest Ballet dancer Kiyon Gaines. Performing artists: Coriolis Dance, Amy Johnson, Badmarmardance, AshaniDances, Shannon Stewart. Christin Call and Natascha Greenwalt Murphy collaborate with violinist Jackie An live onstage in this quirky piece that tells the story of extraterrestrial scientists navigating the unknown. While encountering otherness in the landscape, themselves, and each other they also explore the nature of discovery, its pitfalls, tedium, frustrations, dangers, and ultimately, the rewards of process.

Performing When we were young II, choreographed by Zoe Scofield at the Chihuly Glass and Garden. Photo by Vanessa Call.

Poetry An ekphrastic poem based on a black-and-white reproduction of Gustauve Courbet’s Woman in White Stockings in the book Ways of Seeing, by John Berger. An attempt to not assume the woman in white stockings 1. “Critique or celebration”— the perennial workshop question. Indrawn breath from all directions… Ascertation— white thigh flesh made ruddy at the knee’s crag, curving calf indeterminable from plush lip of labia. In the grand art history tradition, an adage: “the shock lies in what remnants remain.”

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This is a re-write of an earlier poem titled “An attempt not to become a witch of great power.”

An attempt to not haul out the black cauldron

The stew of gastric juices, scintillated synapses, centrifuging venous circuits. Newton’s law goes without saying, we peremptorily obligated to its invisiguises, eye of newt obviously and bulbously goes without; New York sky fortress and the apple of Johnny’s semen spread; the New Testament paired with a full-bodied Jesus-infused red; a leaf turning over by flippant wind or teacup current; the whole ballgame. An old dog stirring; the owner off turning new tricks. An old dog seething, once knowing the ropes, the leash’s delightful chafe. The resolve to ring out the old and wear in the new skinny jeans, regardless it take a coat hanger and severe camel toe, regardless it take garish ornament of “fuck you’s” around the collar, regardless it take innumerable Twitter-trending hashtags, Instagram-filtered selfies, Facebook micromoment status updates.

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Other Writing

Work-in-progress. Collage of artist’s papers, marker, acrylic paint, medium.

I recently saw St. Genet’s performance of Paradisiacal Rites at On the Boards and wrote an article for STANCE: Journal of Choreographic Culture, describing its poststructuralist tenets as well as proposing some questions about obligations between artist and audiences. Death of the Audience in St. Genet’s Paradisiacal Rites