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I thought to experiment with this first play/try with ersatz Sci-Fi - for the sheer fun of it.
The title is
En-
Chanting Icelandic Lyrics
Zeandra backs away, then makes herself pause, to feel the
icy-fire-music that flows within her body. She can only guide the strange sensations if she pretends that she is
conducting an orchestra from a different world. She experiments with the musical sensations that seem to be dissolving her body and pulling her thoughts apart, simultaneously.Her body is being called to someplace new, that's what she tells herself.
She studies precise dance movements that she discovers in her
dreams. Her dreams have been the same for
thirteen nights now. She feels the music and conducts an orchestra to guide the embodied musical dance, in ways she doesn't understand, but knows she must honor.
Zeandra awakens from these dreams with the mantra
'trance formation,' resonating in her body.The dance of transformation is an invocation that requires three steps forward, two steps backward, and than an arch of body; strong enough to leap between the worlds.
In her dance class, Zeandra doesn't listen when others talk about experiences of folowing their own dream dance instructions.To Zeandra, this
liminal leap is hers alone; and she is ready, well not exactly ready, but something new is making itself known.
To herself she calls it an apropos nonsense syllable, because under the mantra 'transformation - trance-formation' she hears an orchestra of words she does not understand, but is moved by.This evening at the concert Zeandra senses the intense stretch of her body dividing in half. It is as if the right side of her body is
fire. She watches as her thoughts catch on fire. The intense heat she feels, is not obvious to others, though she catches the scent of smoke. Each scintillating spark both a singe and a surrender. She feels a disarming danger each time she senses the strange marriage between anger and peace.
She knows she has to hold the tension of the opposites long enough for something new to emerge.
The left side of her body is water, everything dissolving........It is during the first act of a Sigur Ros concert, in Los Angeles at the Cauldron that she feels the strange embrace of fire and water guiding her towards an invitaion, inititaion, a dangerous and graceful leap. She conducts the orchestra with her dream dance movements. She feels like she is one of the band, when she stops moving the music becomes less haunting.Her body shivers as Zeandra listens to the Sigur Ros icelandic lyrics. She feels the musicians play the instruments and knows this is the music she hears in her dreams. It feels strangely intense, even though she knows the lyrics are made up. The lyrics, which feel like an ancient benediction to her, are basically non sense.
This annoyingly poignant conundrum is all it takes for Zeandra to feel the fire and water polarize and then connect within her. In this moment she feels the orchestra from the other world, grow stronger.She tries to locate, at her center, a pearl that can synthesize and harmonize the fire and water. Suddenly she finds that she can no longer remember the sensation or the thoughts that lead to sensations. still, the inner pearl holds better than she imagines.As she hears Shakespeares words within this orchestra of change, she interpretes his words as a half remembered command. "Readyness is all......Ripeness is all......"
Zeandra leaps, down from aisle 17, hovering over aisle
13 and then lands in someones's lap in aisle seven. Jake Darminuende looks at her and then simply takes her hand and grins. For a moment she wonders if she's taking him or he's taking her; and then the thought arises, 'can anyone take anyone, anywhere?'Who knows?
As quickly as the thought rises it dissolves. Zeandra and Jake feel their bodies on fire, as they listen to the otherworldly orchestra that they are part of; silkily they surrender to the dissolve. For light years, or dark moon's or darling fleptides they feel the alternate flow - fire-water, water-fire.. great heat, immense waters, and then no thing at all.....Suddenly..........together Zeandra and Jake land on ice.
Immediately they feel the icy warmth of a fire surrounding frozen waters.Although Zeandra is tempted to imagine this is Iceland; it is a land of ice and fire. She hears Jake's voice for the first and last time, "this is a new and different world". The beings here are not defined, they melt into one another, and then there is a spark and the beings separate; after the separation,they combine in a new way. Zeandra looks at the man from aisle 7 at the Sigur Ros concert in Lost Angelezezzzz..was that the name?..of where she'd been? The name begins to dissolve as she feels the bright burn slap of a spark between her and the man.With no words Jake and Zeandra grasp handsand let there bodies dissolve into something new.
They feel the strangeness, as if they are thirsty and are being offered a drently dangerous drink. What is strange? what is really strange? Perhaps it is not that different than the deeply moving, made up Icelandic lyrics of Sigur Ros.Zeandra tries to imagine, instead she feels the liminal space in which thought becomes no thing. She lets the dissolve unfold.What she has been and what Jake has been become a new Icelandic word that no one will ever understand; but that they might feel deeply, and wonder about - this no thing.
Rachel has a strange dream that repeats itself. She tells no one that she can feel the precise
epiphany of the conundrum moment where fire and water dance dangerously on some exquisite
liminal ledge, as the band comes up with a no word that makes no sense, but that moves many people closer to another world.
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