SPACING
Fall Dance Concert
Department Of Theatre And Dance, Whitman College
as Lesbian Princess & Firebird performing Woodland Duet excerpt from The Firebird, a Ballez (2013) choreographed by Katy Pyle and Jules Skloot
A Poem, Written by Heather Hamilton, After Margins of Prophecy
It echoes
sound memory into a channel: crown
of my head rib cage stomach, taut
the emptiness bigger because of what is there
my memory turned inwards mime softness
ocean river relief in the not quite there
silhouette memory turned inwards
pressure quenches focus on focus
on breakdown down deadpan pressure
a gesture toward…toward something already there
I reached the top of a mountain the sky ate my
hands left no fingerprints unneeded here
that same something unfurls without aid, with aid
with the calling, the seam, the seam at
the edge of an ocean
a dream, a supplication that was it
not real a mother was there at the edge of an ocean not
the place an ocean nostalgia woven into hair
hands hands
pulse pulse bringing open bringing into gesture
even now something remains
this is the shape of it.
Interview with Self, Written by Heather Hamilton, After Interference Variations
Yes, I do start inside my own body
etching lines over arm, over leg.
Not lines, spirals, no, wind –
eye burst arrow. Delivery, marker.
Because I began with more thoughts
than limbs, because windmills never stop
until the sky is just so. Had you considered they have
a choice in the matter?
Like rain, arriving before we know it,
the ascent all sinew and sliding trees,
meeting of inners and outers, past of past slides
inside present present.
What can this part do, I ask. There’s no need
to hear the answer, with my voice on my body
(under my body?).
And where are your eyes
so I might
hold them?
Landing like paper
folding, the air
might catch but before
it does, let me see.
I like the shape of this ease.
Over here the sign reads: hermit crab doing underwater
dance with shell swaps at incalculable moments. In
and out of these, snapshot, yes, I do begin
in my own body.
A Poem, Written by Heather Hamilton, After Margins of Prophecy
It echoes
sound memory into a channel: crown
of my head rib cage stomach, taut
the emptiness bigger because of what is there
my memory turned inwards mime softness
ocean river relief in the not quite there
silhouette memory turned inwards
pressure quenches focus on focus
on breakdown down deadpan pressure
a gesture toward…toward something already there
I reached the top of a mountain the sky ate my
hands left no fingerprints unneeded here
that same something unfurls without aid, with aid
with the calling, the seam, the seam at
the edge of an ocean
a dream, a supplication that was it
not real a mother was there at the edge of an ocean not
the place an ocean nostalgia woven into hair
hands hands
pulse pulse bringing open bringing into gesture
even now something remains
this is the shape of it.
Production Team
Concert Director:…………………………………………….. Renée Archibald
Stage Manager: …………………………………………………Donovan Olsen
Lighting Designer: ……………………………………………Michael Johnson
Costume Designer: ………………………………………………….Laurie Haluska
Sound Engineer: …………………………………………………Kevin Walker
Master Electrician: ……………………………………………….Kevin Walker
Props Master: ……………………………………………….Nathan Tomsheck
Costume Shop Director: …………………………………………Robin Smasne
Technical Director: …………………………………………Nathan Tomsheck
Light Board Operator: ………………………………………………….Janssie Zhu
Sound Board Operator: ……………………………………………..Ellie Wilkinson
Run Crew: ……………………………………………………………Theo Hughes
Run Crew: ………………………………………………………Onika Dikeledi
Wardrobe Crew/Run Crew: ……………………………………Ethan Raffman
Wardrobe Crew: …………………………………………………..Phyllis Pawa