Personal Symphonic Movement: an “on-stage autopsy of Dmitri Shostakovich’s Symphony No. 7.”
If we were all on the same page we’d be irrelevant, so thank you for the confusion.
Please do not disturb the loving respectfulness. Please take off your shoes.
Recognition of the dance-becoming-functional, of completing a circuit between both halves, is undoubtedly gratifying. We are irresistibly, maybe placidly, hypnotized by the all-seducing power of the circle, and this dually lulls with its familiarity while entrancing with timelessness.
Now this, let’s look at this. Look closely. Now forget that, what about this?
“The world becomes a universe in my belly.”
Both Warhol and Buzzfeed would be happy about pursuing an obvious choice, I think.
She looks directly at me, and I show her how I’m listening. The exchange has nothing to do with language.
Rennie McDougall responds to Joanna Kotze’s FIND YOURSELF HERE at Baryshnikov Arts Center.
It’s basically “A Christmas Carol” meets the Spectrum [queer club in Brooklyn]. (maniacally laughs).
Rennie McDougall on Walter Dundervill’s “Arena” at JACK, July 30-August 1 2015.