Migrena2X2

I used to think that I am wrong somehow

I could not understand

That I was as close as I could ever be to myself

When love grew inside of me

So did destruction

Waves of intensity, joy, and excitement

Were accompanied by silent thoughts about death

Not my own

Not terror, nor fear

But a bittersweet truth

Of no-immortality

As if it is my first lesson in a path

I learn that

Art is undoing what I know

Creation is an end as much as it is a beginning

Decay will nourish (as they say in Butoh)

Think of the dead as you rise

Think about the living in your fall

You are flowers.

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Everything that is alive, that is precious

Experiences pain

I often think that much like

A woman’s bleeding

Even my migraines

Are a reminder

That I am a part of something

I keep sculpting this body but it falls apart

still I feel nothing or everything at once

I perform a series of rolls on your carpet

A memory of future past

Sweating bodies in limbo 

red lights lava lamp dark room highs lows

I can do nothing but 

Surrender to

Surrender to

Surrender to

Surrender to

Surrender to

Surrender

Small children sharp knives

Can’t hurt me anymore 

I am far

inside 

my armor

There is a wound in my chest

I am not sure that it is mine

It is a spirit wound - It belongs to someone else

Perhaps it belongs to someone right now, 

Or even to me in another space and time.

I cannot close it

How can you close a spirit wound

“Here doctor, you cannot see it but it is there - close it”

The pain of a spirit wound is different

You can ignore it, you can fight it

But eventually the tide carries you in

It is frightening and comforting at once,

To submit to the pain of someone else’s wound

Sometimes I wish I had a spirit hand to go through it

I think it could be a gate

To another story

To another life

For a while I resisted the call, I tried to close the gate.

Now, when I hear it - I let go, my eyes are waterfalls

I used to wonder what opened the wound to begin with, and what could close it

I thought I needed to see a spirit doctor.

But somehow I already knew from before I could speak - that it will be there with me forever

I used to think that the pain will consume me, 

That my body will fold and collapse into the wound, but it doesn't. 

I feel spaces opening up inside of me.

So I try to look at it now as a gesture of balance

A certain darkness I carry 

In order to remember something that I do not understand yet

That perhaps 

Somewhere else in time and space

Someone is carrying my wound.

I keep sculpting this body but it falls apart

still I feel nothing or everything at once

I perform a series of rolls on your carpet

A memory of future past

Sweating bodies in limbo 

red lights lava lamp dark room highs lows

I can do nothing but 

Surrender to

Surrender to

Surrender to

Surrender to

Surrender to

Surrender

Small children sharp knives

Can’t hurt me anymore 

I am far

inside 

my armor

I keep sculpting this body but it falls apart

still I feel nothing or everything at once

I perform a series of rolls on your carpet

A memory of future past

Sweating bodies in limbo 

red lights lava lamp dark room highs lows

I can do nothing but 

Surrender to

Surrender to

Surrender to

Surrender to

Surrender to

Surrender

Small children sharp knives

Can’t hurt me anymore 

I am far

inside 

my armor

The smell of a forest after a night of rain is one of my favorites.

I go out running in the morning, there are very few people along the path

We nod and smile as we pass each other

I look to the horizon and I am reminded of an island in the south of Japan

Or another place I went running in, hoping to get lost knowing I will find my way back.

I notice that my hands are curled up in fists

As if preparing for some unknown prophecy or danger

I look at them with a smile, and the fingers unfold like a breathing flower


We were not prepared.
But if we practice the fall,

it will slowly get softer.
We will learn to be

aware of our body falling,

as it is

falling,

knowing how much time remains until we hit the ground,

and prepare our limbs

for the landing.
And when we land,

in one piece or a few, or many, 

we will trust the glue

inside of us

to bring them all together

until we recover.
And perhaps the world

will be slightly different now,

but our heart will be open

and our body strong enough,

to continue

falling.

One of the first things a baby learns to perceive is depth

And so, we spend most of our life

in fear of falling.

We wrap ourselves in layers of protection,

avoid certain places or situations,

make decisions to keep ourselves safe.

We try to control our destiny,

we try to control nature.

Then, when it comes eventually,

and it always does - it is a crash.

We practice alignment

It is important to make sure that the knee

is in the same direction of the toes, 

keeping the back at the back

and the front at the front.

But life, like a wild dance, is never aligned.

It throws us constantly and

instantly in many directions

It doesn’t care about sides. 

So perhaps it is good -

Sometimes

In order to prepare,

To practice no alignment.

supported by

Collider AIR / Contemporary Calgary

&

LAKE Studios Berlin

performance, texts, images, and editing by Yotam Peled

video recording by Agustin Farias and Nabu Taka