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dead in the park clutching the earth...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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She went missing about a week ago, people were looking for her ever since. I was looking for her too, in my own way, heard rustlings up ahead on the trail, would run at them but find nothing, would call out her name, no reply.
But today, finally, we, (the children and I) found her, face down dug into, clawed into a shallow grave of her own digging. She must have hid out here from everyone, until finally she collapsed....
It's a long walk from here out of the park, and while we leave I cover her up with some sort of blanket. And we meet at the edge of the park a midget on a date, it was him who reported her missing and we give him the bad news and he accuses us of doing nothing and I explain things to him and he just goes back to eating his picnic with his date.
It's beginning to snow, and we get home and then the dream starts to get real weird...
Under The Skin - Wen Wei Dance & Bejing Modern Dance Company
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Theatre
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At The Grand tonight, and there was no persuading the boy to attend. After "The Ballad of Ricky and Ronnie" it will be a while before he goes to the Grand again.
A shame, because it was quite good. The first half especially, evocative dance numbers, the sound of waves crashing, the dance (smooth, graceful, swimming, articulated bodies and limbs) reminding one of drowning, shipwrecks, and a clear gauze separates the white dancers from the Chinese (intentional, 2 groups of 6 dancers...) as they watch upon the scene.
The second act, more dystopian, fractured, jerky, "modern" movements, the integration of cultures, dance styles, mixed media, video and lights, more dissonance than harmony.
Of course, it's interpretive dance and how I see it is not, necessarily, how you're going to see it. Well done, well performed, worthwhile. And remember that only fools stay for the talk-back ....
Rewards
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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As part of any good motivational program I have a system of poorly defined rewards. For example, I pay bills X, Y and Z and then I can reward myself with something good, like toilet paper. Sadly things like scotch and whiskey have moved into the realm of "daily necessities...".
Or, if the bills I pay are large enough (and there's no shortage of those), I could reward myself with a Big Screen HD Color TV.
I dwell upon this fantasy for a while.
Odd, because I don't really watch TV. The odd DVD once or twice a year, but that's it. The TV is more of an eyesore than anything else, one of those "Must Have's" for 20th Century life.
But I imagine it set up downstairs in the living room. To justify the purchase I'd put it down as an "improvement" on the property, it wouldn't be mine, it would stay with the house and when the ex moved back in it would be hers. And I could purchase a terabyte hard drive and move all my movies to it and run a cable downstairs to the TV so I could download and watch whatever movie whenever I wanted.
It seems like a good idea, the economics are sound and it would be a reward, of sorts, except that I never watch TV.
Never, ever.
Maybe I'd watch more TV if I had a giant screen HD monstrosity taking up the spare wall space in the living room, but it seems like poor reasoning and bad speculative logic to purchase the TV on the off chance I might watch it. And really, my life is pretty full without it.
And so I'm left searching for some other grubby materialistic reward to justify a life lived in servitude. Maybe a new watch? (and here I laugh, because I have over a hundred watches and need another watch like Calgary needs a $25 million dollar pedestrian bridge, but, hey, I paid for the bridge, why shouldn't I pay for the watch....?). Or - and here I take a big leap - a trip?
I could take a trip with the boy...Las Vegas, or some other major US center...maybe even London for a few days, take in some shows, comb the Thames for broken bits of china and clay pipe stems, bits to be used in my mixed media projects....
But the logistics of this, in the job I'm in, well, they're difficult. And so I'm back to searching for some other way to blow off a bit of economic steam...
Rewards implies something I need or want, and I'm at this curious impasse in my life where the only thing I need or want is time to myself. Which is the one thing, ironically, I can't afford. And so it goes...
nested dreams like boxes
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Two nights running, a mish-mash of odd dreams, waking up with the scrambled recollections, they seem to make no sense. And one jumps into the other, I have the impression that they are all sharing the same wooden box, nesting one within another or joined by invisible wires. One, vaguely recalled this morning: I have a frog, small, slippery, with a bar-code upon it, and I am using it as a magician might use a dove or rabbit, as a prop for my tricks. The frog doesn't like this, it's a rare South-American frog, endangered from the rain forest, strange bar-code birthmark upon it's mouth....and the frog is talking to me, escaping, it smashes a pen holder I had (stained glass, given to me by my mother) and I'm now angry with frog, trying to pick up the glass (careful, it's sharp), find another pen-holder, capture frog (still talking to me, giving me attitude...)...
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