Comments from the Sebastopol Body Tales fundraising performance

Here are a some notes on the Sebastopol Body Tales fundraising performance in July organized by Ayne Shore -- a graduate of the BT Performance Training.  The four performers were all grads of our 2007-2008 Performance Training.

Notes from Ayne:
I got a little addendum to the performance experience this evening when I saw some people for the first time since last Saturday. People really loved the show and the form.
One person talked about how much our blessing and thanking each other after each piece was as much a part of the performance for him as the rest of it and how he appreciated so much our explaining at the beginning what we were doing on the sidelines.

Another person said she was completely into every single piece that we each did, waiting with anticipation to see what we brought forth.

Someone else was really touched by the personal nature of it and the risk we took to be ourselves and express what we did. She actually told a client of hers about one of the pieces and it was very inspirational to her client.

Next BT performance is Sunday, Oct 19, 4 pm at Western Sky Studio, 2525 8th St, Berkeley.

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The dandelions in my front yard

Here is a Poem I just wrote last weekend at our absolutely wonderful July Body Tales Retreat at Camp Double Bear in the Santa Cruz Mountains July 13 – 15, 2007.
Following the poem is an overview of the Body Tales structure that we all followed in which I got to write this poem — which is meant, of course, to be read outloud.

The dandelions in my front yard

I — The dandelions in my front yard — Drying, fluffing; breathing themselves apart — drift, like snow dust, fingering across the dry grasses, weeds, young trees and tomato plants of my front, no-longer-lawn.
I pull them — the fluffy ones - capturing 1/3, maybe 2/3s of the seeds
Tossing them into Green Bin, into some unimaginable urban place where miles of food scraps, bones and flesh, twigs, and other peoples’ lawn trimmings are massing up to rot down…

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Elizabeth Malaska, East Bay Body Tales Ongoing Group

 (written during a Body Tales class, March 7, 2007)

blood bloody
flowing water to the pain
pain of our mothers
who are walking on
bloody ground

the blood and guts are on my hands
white spring blossoms
yellow young tree

the dappled sunlight under the birch trees
is sunlight streaming
into the lonely house
of jewels falling to earth

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Pamela Astarte, East Bay Body Tales Ongoing Group

(written during a Body Tales class, March 7, 2007)

SAFE?
 
Use my words
Must Speak
Don't be afraid
Allow for illusion
and
Get off your knees
Silent Speech
All is darkness
Must choose
Defeat or Adventure?
Leave the country
Find peace
In the high desert air
Watch breathless
The cristalline pink sunrise
Dive into warm salty water

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