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as the january blogger, i am now no longer officially blogging.  i am incomplete in my writings as not having had the tool to spool out words.  have thoughts about interrelations between theater/dance/spirit/body that have stayed swirling in my brain and now have thinned out a bit.  i shall get lost in these tendrils and see what appears.

for now, i am gone from here and wish you all at movement research continued searching and meanings in the MR living body.

with love, k.j.

  • February 1st, 2010
  • K.J. Holmes
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can’t see the forest for the theater

There is a forest.  I enter the forest as it is in front of me, my path has led me here.  I didn’t expect it, or maybe I suspected this would happen and I have to go through it to get to where I have intended to go.  I forage my way, I forge my way, I find my way, I forest, I tree (at times) and at other (times) I am really just trying to get to where I think I need to go. I will find a path even if I have to make it. Maybe I stuff a few pine cones in my pockets and look up at the sky up there blue between high branches.  I really don’ t have time to lie down on mossy green under tree, but alright, for a moment, but I don’t want to get lost in time as I have somewhere to go.  I have to make something and the forest is just a way to get there.  I could have taken the car, I suppose, and rode along the path that has already been made, but I want to feel my body through my feet taking my eyes along for the ride, all my senses absorbing, walking, dodging low branches, stopping for wild animal sounds (oh, a squirrel) and see slants of sun.  But I do have to get to the other side, so Read the rest of this entry »

Again at the library.  But I won’t spend the little bit of time I have to complain about hard drive breakdowns in computer.  There is a strange sense of space in my home to not be chained to my laptop, and also frustration as to not being able to work at home, to follow my thoughts, to get lost.

I went to a panel discussion last Saturday at BAC, sponsored by Danspace Project.  The panelists  were the artists curated by Ralph Lemon in hisi get lost series.  Each artists had some time to talk about their work and how they get lost in their work.

I found (no pun intended, or maybe, yes…) myself wanting to get lost more in the discussion.  Read the rest of this entry »

ticking clock

hard drive crash. no computer at home. 30 minute library time. running in my head with so much stimulation lately, especially about the Role of Getting Lost.  more on this later when i have more than 3 minutes.

k.j. holmes, danceorite


With so much to read these days, is anyone reading blogs like this?

Do what you do to help

I remember how frustrated, as one emotion, I was when the threat of the Iraq war was upon us.  Frustrated that no matter how much street protesting, die ins, c.d.’s, letter writing I and so many others did, it didn’t really matter.  This still unnecessary war happened. It was at that point I realized how important it was to fully enter my work and find a way of going to my underground streams to channel my feelings of impotence into expression as well as strengthening some commitment to actively finding out how art is a force for change.  I am still learning about it by how I focus my teaching and my performance making, by how I have embarked on studying acting as a way to learn how to connect words and feelings more directly to others, and also by sharing my personal practices.

In this light, I invite you to attend a yoga class I will be teaching on this Saturday at 9:00 a.m. to benefit PIH, Partners in Health who have been and continue to aid Haiti, especially now because of the earthquake.  What we do is a great thing to share in times of need.

Information is below. Read the rest of this entry »

p.s. the following night

a few things lisa sokolov’s songs taught me last night at 112 prince street:

It’s hard being human,  everything must change so feast on your life,  chain of fools.  Gracias a la vida.

stuck to me

Nature Theater of Oklahoma’s Romeo and Juliet.    That piece really stuck to me, trying to feel right now where that is, something about extreme gesture in me.  Vulnerability or need, what we remember, and how we are remembering in the moment.  The repetition of a known unknown, acting on acting.  Seduction, love, adolescence (that’s a weird looking word), shakespeare done in the dark of the theater (the kitchen gets so dark when there are no lights on) after watching the acTORS (balCOny) search in the dark of their memories of someone else’s searching their memory as they are listening to ? in their ear pods as I remember seeing Zeffirelli’s Romeo and Juliet in a movie theater as a high school adolesient (as NTO may say it) and it was my first exposure to the whole story of Romeo and Juliet and it was my first time of yelling out loud at a screen to NOT do something to the characters, for crying out loud, and I continue to do that today, react verbally to films.

And we walked out of The Kitchen realizing we were telling each other our own stories.  The performance continued outside, without the costumes of course.  Next time….

K.J. Holmes, danceorite

momentum carries

My class for Melt was titled “We have ignition…”, a workshop for mixed level students of Contact Improvisation.  I have been practicing Contact since 1981.  When I began Contact, it was only 9 years old and the people teaching me were learning how to teach it through teaching it.  I didn’t realize that at the time.  I only knew that something was jump starting in me that was vital to my understanding more of me inside my dancing.  Rather than the feeling of wearing a dance, which I had felt for a lot of my prior dance training, I had, through the “doing”  of Contact, begun to inhabit my body in ways I had not yet in Ballet or Modern Dance.

I had always felt performing as a way of Read the rest of this entry »

13 days into January.  2nd blog.  At the AAC meeting tonight, someone brought up the idea that dancers need ass kickers, people who will push them along when they can’t quite move beyond their own inertia.  Do I have blog inertia?  I kick my own ass and jump start this process again.  The momentum of Melt has melted.  My class last week gave me the jump start I needed in many ways.  Teaching inspires me.  Momentum carries.

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