Oct 23, 2011

DANCE POEMS

HAZE
Wang Yuanyuan

Chapter 1

As if tethered to the angry sky
                        lurching

through smoke


                        somnambulance




            silently



                        huddled



            reaching

free-fall
                                    captive



fish

                        awash

            margined

footfalls of

                                    gunk




                                    bird lesion




tumble down

rolling                        duo
                                    corpse                        bounce

            vain                        vein

                        cut


                        lightfall




                                                circle

                                    blow by blow

waiting to rise
                                    fall
                       
                        last apart




            center                        hold

Chapter 2

Foment            crowd
                                    purify
            machine gang


            struck silk            drum




            lapped                         silhouette






            limbo                        stance


in perilous light

                                    death waltz


            flowing like diamonds


                        sparring






stood




                        atom
                        time





bolt                        down




                                    first pull




                                                lapse
                        nation



            finding wedge

watched

            troubled offering



                        fall back
ripping


                                    fulfilled
            called



                        parallel








            dark

Chapter 3

Cipher

                                    sever


            scurry margin

cast            around







            ego            ergo



tried
                        gulf

down on
                                    down

                        drawn


            fate


                                                dropped



            going
                                    circle






                                                days
                        alone

                        air pulled



                        prone



                                                sidelong

            arc                                    fallen





                                                away

line


                        edge


            afoul

                        breaking square



            upright                                    upon




                        fall back from solid


                        teetering

                                                last

                        embryo


                        up
            at squall clouds



            remain
                        here


3 comments:

Steven Fama said...

Thanks for this, Mark, and for the Lin Hwai-Min dance poem last week.

Mark said...

Thanks, Steve, the all-seeing. I was becoming a bit worried since you hadn't posted to your blog since Bloomsday.

I guess this is merely part of the zeitgeist, to fear someone's been thrown in an oubliette if they aren't on Facebook or Blogger...

Mark said...

P.S.-- try to see this piece if you ever have a chance. I really liked it (and it worked really well for poem-ing), but it was absolutely savaged by the New York dance press, and not even by Alastair Macaulay, who you can usually predict to have his head up his arse, but someone else as well.

The NYT has not been very cosmopolitan in its reception of BAM's World Voices part of NextWave this fall.