Receiving intimations that I am some incarnation of Martha Graham, late grave priestess of modern dance - taking on some of her body, face, divine madness, as I begin to pass through these middle years, the years in which she "began her life's work." Her purpose is occupying me, though forcing itself out in different channels, as contours of time demand. I'm honored by the conjuncture but don't expect her to give me an easy time. She never gracefully acquiesced roles. Performing her piece Lamentation last May, she shut the door on me - literally, the door from offstage to onstage - as I tried to enter. The second performance, I became inexplicably, foolishly tangled in the curtains by the door, lining the stage. She stole both entrances. Test me; I'll enter and sit until I'm blessed.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Kali Ma
Receiving intimations that I am some incarnation of Martha Graham, late grave priestess of modern dance - taking on some of her body, face, divine madness, as I begin to pass through these middle years, the years in which she "began her life's work." Her purpose is occupying me, though forcing itself out in different channels, as contours of time demand. I'm honored by the conjuncture but don't expect her to give me an easy time. She never gracefully acquiesced roles. Performing her piece Lamentation last May, she shut the door on me - literally, the door from offstage to onstage - as I tried to enter. The second performance, I became inexplicably, foolishly tangled in the curtains by the door, lining the stage. She stole both entrances. Test me; I'll enter and sit until I'm blessed.
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