New Works & World Traditions

Fall 2017 - Present

<The DNA Café>

Dance Company Member
Set Design Assistant w. Renée Surprenant
Projection Works by Nico Page and Anthony Marcus
Produced by Michelle Bach-Coulibaly




Text by NWWT Company-



My spiritual body is shoddy

It’s handmade

It’s ad hoc

It’s incomplete

And it’s flimsy

But it has weathered storms

It has carried life

It has given life


Thoughts burst 


I center on spindly,
the skin: its volcano emergence: obsidian nape from violent chords running back— wards of words spiraled.

Words and sentences try to wrap them


Taking it all in and pushing it all out again


Before I was Shedding Bark I was a tree

Present a skin-

or maybe just a pile of dry leaves.

Laying over soft wet soil,

touching without concern.


Not a facade, but a lens

Not a cover, but a frame


Open

The shield’s nemesis

Stretching and pulling at me


As if I am a marionette

Decomposing


Constantly unraveling

Revealing the core

Mutating into green, brown, and grey.



Moss mind -

I almost lost mine -

caught

by its own Spindly fragility


When the trees shed,

do they change or would they become?

Surrending-

Giving?


Called by bark:


The body.

to vessel,

to uterus,

Finally,

You to Us


A rat knuckle

peeking out from shimmer-

leaves

knots

Emotions.



I remember I was confused about the sun,

but night always followed.

Always!

I only trusted the sun to come back.

The one friend I never thought to miss.

It started to make sense, or maybe not.



What would be the difference

between bark and tree?

What was, what's left,

what is, what's next?


It's not death... Life?

The idea, is it? what about it?

There is something and,
there will be more.

Stay calm my friends.

Don't worry about being confused,

about being confused.





you Know me.