Does it need to mean something, or can I use my normal Absurdist/Existentialist approach?

I haven’t blogged about the last handful of movement classes I’ve been to, because I can’t seem to consciously hold everything important that I want to talk about in my head for more than a day. This is really unfortunate, because I feel like the class is having a huge effect on my life. I […]

Biomechanics/Movement Class, Days 4 and 5

I have to sum up two, because its been a crazy week, which includes a fixed bike that I’m going to start riding to work, hopefully. We continue to move and explore in new and crazy ways, trying things with a partner and experimenting alone. We are, however, finally bridging the gap between trying new […]

Some things I have completely forgotten to mention about the Biomechanics class

I wrote these down in my terrible handwriting, fully intending to post them here, and I keep forgetting to. That actually happens quite a bit — its sort of the downside to having a notebook and periods at work with a lot of free time. So yes, the big one was from the very first […]

Biomechanics/Movement Class, Day 3: Poetry of Language and Movement

To help test our focus, we’re slowly memorizing parts of this poem: Ulysses (part 1) Alfred, Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and […]

This too, too solid flesh is quite plastic

I have become obsessed lately with very physical theatre. It started with the barest mention of Meyerhold’s Biomechanics in a theatre history class. In England, and then at a later internship in Seattle, I started learning about “outside-in” acting, which uses physical expressions of emotions as the basis of internal emotional reaction — the opposite […]