cris (& others), can you give a description of what crash dancing is? this
is all fascinating to me, but i feel underinformed....somehow missed the
karlien posting cris is responding to, and cant get to the chisenhale dance
palais and altho i recognize the name carolee schneeman & have seen stills
of some of her work, dont know abt judson. But what would a few moves in
the course of one such event come to in words?

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I used to see foxes on Bentley Priory in the 40s--a bit far north to be
called "the foxes of harrow-weald". But this increasing urbanity of the
little red devils--are these the new labor foxes? I enjoyed richard price's
poem but i didnt understand it a bit. Richard, are you saying that a mammal
halfdog halfcat halfwallaby (presumably intro'd to gt britain by a lonely
antipodean) is roaming the terminus? (are there articles in the daily
express about these matters?) When i lived on a place called English Hill
(not because of me, it was thought to resemble dorset) about 5 miles west
of sebastopol, ca., we'd hear foxes at night screaming/screeching--perhaps
thats just american foxes. They would set off the coyotes to their
yip-yip-yipping. Were they exchanging info (good mousing hereabouts) or was
it simply high spirits? it felt like the latter--"purposive
purposelessness" as they say in east prussia.

sat least one naturalist claims the "too-whit, too-whoo" of the owl (or if
its a gt. horned owl, as we have hereabouts, the "who-who-who-whoo") (is
to) scare(s) its prey into bolting its hiding place. Something poetic in
this being caught off=guard by sounds. [i laughed when i read--yes, in the
daily express--abt those 2 neighbors in devon who for years had been
"talking" back to a local owl, then discovered it was likely each other
they'd been hooting at....("I can summon spirits from the vasty deep" "Yes,
but will they come?")]

Currently, some 30 gt. snowy egrets roost every night in some tall conifers
across from our house--a fantastic sight as they wheel in from the local
wetlands, necks stretched straight & wings spread to land. This is right in
town, such town as it is, a block from Main Street. Before they go to
sleep, they crake in a kind of mutter that runs thru the treetops. People
come to see (and hear) them--i've seen people lying supine on the pavement
so as not to crane their necks. They usually lie with knees raised and one
arm pointing.

David.
Dav






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