Oasis 08 - Somos Luz

Saturday October 18, when the moon was in its waning gibbous phase, at a distance of more than 364,500 kilometers from the Earth, dancers from around the Bay gathered at a place known as "The Small Hill", or "El Cerrito." Here, at a special site built to commemorate the warriors of past and present generations, also known as the "Veterans' Memorial Building", the dance troupe Desert Heat, hosted their 6th Annual Oasis Dance Night. My dance was an improvisation inspired by the words "Somos Luz" and "Estado Ingravitto" from the songs of Spanish band Macaco.

Canción de la pelvis al ser II

Soy una mariposa bajo la tierra.
Vuelo por la noche.
Mis alas brillan comos ríos
iluminados por fuegos fátuos.
Soy un angel de llamas rojas y marfil blanco.
Al danzar mis diáfanos velos
desparraman una red
de vitalidad, de humo y reflejos.
Esta te llegan entre los pliegues
de un sueño íntimo y lejano
y te circunda las piernas
para luego esfumarse
en las sombras
de una caverna ancestral—-
Yo te espero para que me descubras
como estrella, fuego, río, tierra,
pétalos de rosa—-
Saborea mi esencia si te atreves—-
Vístete de mis mil estrellas centellantes,
Vístete de mis llamas, lagrimas y corrientes,
Vístete de mi agonía y regocijos y duendes,
de los frutos de mi trabajo
de mis murmullos, mis giros y mis llantos--
Entra en esta casa de serpientes,
escondite del mar—-
Mi sabor es de arcilla-mar-estrella—canto.
Saborea estas cercanías si te atreves—
siempre estaré en el centro—
como base y fuente de los sueños
que deleitan
y entre los cuales, más de una vez,
te has perdido—
yo seré muchas
seré estrella, fuego y volcán—
pero también la tranquila proveedora
de una marcha equilibrada—
Siente mis vastos espacios
y estructura sólida.

Song of the Pelvis to the Self

I am connected to your neck, your head,
your mouth, your tongue—
I am a crossroads, a matrix of meaning.
I have a mind of my own.
I am silent thunder.
Though, if you listen,
yes, listen in, carefully,
you can discern my song—
What I have to offer you cannot “know”,
not in the normal ways you think,
and yet I will carry you far.
Far.
Further.
Further than you would have otherwise known,
to an inside which is an outside,
an inner which is an outer within,
in which you reside,
within which you are--
Call to me full of flowers,
call out to me with your blossoms,
dress me in celebration.
Would that I be addressed with ceremonious honor—
Songs and libations—
Drain your cup full to the top
and over the brim, over brimming
as I come forth with light & air & substance.
Sub- stance. Sub. Stance.
Away, away, away—
Way down, and away.
A way. A Way. This-s-s-s-s Way.
Gen – gentle – generative – generations – engender-r-r-r--
Regenerate.
My gowns are flowing white,
my gowns are flowing red,
my gowns, a deep echoing silence within,
within, with in— a body without a body.
Enter my multiplicity.