"Some days it is a specific moment that sustains itself: an opening, an
enlargement into which one enters a pinewood tongue and groove, freshly
waxed dance floor to find a self within the self propelled into a dance,
various in its rhythms from which the torso starts to make slopes, off angle
turns, shoulder rolls, shakes, shimmies: an improvisatory glide into a quick
heat in the air into which a whole..."
Several new pieces on the blog from "Crossing the Millennium, 1999
(Project)."
As always, appreciate the comments,
Stephen Vincent
Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
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