Public movement

Stormy's presentation in class on Monday was very thoughtful and gave us a lot of ideas to grapple with. What is natural movement? What is performance? Is what's "natural" in one setting or at one time still "natural" at another? What is the role of other people? The unsuspecting stranger who is present at the dance; the one holding the camera and recording? And many more questions arise, including, when and where can we see her dance some more?

An article in the New York Times' Arts Beat column today adds a couple more voices to the conversation (you can read the full article here, and an earlier article here).

The article is a mini-interview about the 71-minute film by Jacob Krupnik and dancer Anne Marsen, which follows her dancing through her day, through the city.

I didn't hear about Marsen when her video, Girl Walk // All Day, was a viral hit earlier this year. But I will be watching the film as the chapters become available on their website—or possibly at the premiere on Thursday

night at the Brooklyn Masonic Temple (info on this is available on the website).

This is the earlier, short video:

Girl Walk // All Day from jacob krupnick on Vimeo.

I hadn't thought about it when we were talking about public dancing in class, but seeing this video jogged an old memory loose. Back in 1985 when I was a choreographer at Hunter College, I was living on Staten Island. I used to work on my choreography on the ferry sometimes. I didn't dance full-out, with abandon, as we saw Stormy do in the video clips from the museums, or as Marsen does in her video. And for me at that time, I thought of the pieces that I was creating as belonging on a stage with lights, costumes, and an audience. Dancing on the ferry was usually more of a means to an end than an end itself. But I do recall enjoying watching the reactions (and, sometimes, the pointed lack thereof) from the other commuters.

And on the subject of dancing in museums...

Check out this blog post from John Towsen.

He and I attended a program in which students from the École Jacques Lecoq performed movement pieces in several rooms at the Louvre, related to the artwork surrounding them.

This is a very different type of public dancing or movement performance, with groups and choreographed work, rather than an individual responding directly and spontaneously to a visual artwork. I don't think I, for one, would confuse this with natural movement in terms of something organically arising and spontaneously expressed. It is following on a tangent, but the idea of dancing in a "non-dance" space, in response to one's surroundings, loosely follows the theme.

Another example of public movement in context is found with parkour traceurs; their movement is usually improvisatory and spontaneously responsive to the environment, whether it's a country field (not too interesting in this context) or an urban street. Interaction with ramps, buildings, fences, stairs, anything that challenges the straight-line approach to movement from point A to point B and makes it a three-dimensional kinetic song rather than a monotone hum.

You can find tons of videos online, and this excellent post, also on John Towsen's blog, which includes info on the history of the form, videos, and links to more.

For the birds, part II

In a previous post, I mentioned the Red-Tailed Hawks living in and around Washington Square Park.

Yesterday morning, I was out on my bike doing a couple of errands. Returning home by way of Washington Square South, I saw a man with a camera attached to a telescopic lens that must have been at least three feet long and about 10 inches in diameter. Had to be one of the highest-powered lenses I've ever seen. I stopped behind him to see what he was aiming his equipment at. It was one of the hawks, sitting in a nearby tree and quite easily visible to the naked eye. He had a large rodent of some kind, I think a squirrel, which he was in the process of dining on. I stayed to watch, and more onlookers came and joined us, talking and asking one another questions, and taking pictures with their phone cameras. I watched for about fifteen minutes while he finished his meal. It was quite a sight, as he flashed his tail at us, and spread his wings out while positioning himself for better leverage on his prey.

Alas, I didn't have my camera with me. Also the serious photographer was intent on his work and was not answering questions, so I couldn't learn how to find his photos online or in print. But I did find a few blogs and websites dedicated to these hawks (Pip, the female, and Bobby, the male) and others around the city. I have borrowed this shot from the Urban Hawks blog. You can see the prey under his claws in this shot—this is just a mouse, and much smaller than the meal I watched him consume.

Here is another view of Bobby, showing off the feature that gives the species its name.

(photo borrowed from Roger Paw's blog)

This is a really nice shot, with NYU's main building, a.k.a. Hemmerdinger Hall, in the background. That's the big 1895 building that stretches along Washington Square East from Washington Place to Waverly Place. This building replaced NYU's original "Old Main" building, where Walt Whitman had taught poetry. That one was built by prison labor from Sing-Sing, sparking the first labor riot in NYC, the Stonecutters' Riot of 1834. There we have an instance of some un-Civil Disobedience.

Extra-mural project (part 1)

This poem is the main part of my extramural project. I've posted this on Blackboard as well, along with a meta-text or commentary.

And there is a slide show that I presented in class.

You can also access these three elements of the project below:

Read this poem on scribd
read the commentary on scribd
view the slide show on picasa

paint palette world

world seen from a bicycle
riding roads south of Chiang Mai
by the flooding Mae Ping
every place has a spirit house
each home and store and plot of land
tucked near the road
the gleaming new, the tumbledown:
white-washed, stone, or peeling-paint-ed;
golden-hued, flower-strewn,
full of little statue-people
demi-gods & warriors;
elephants & chariots
incense, candy: offerings
in a corner energy hovers, shimmering, but
on the roads bright life holds sway:
deep black Greater Coucal
with rich russet back
Red-whiskered Bulbul with tangerine coverts
Mynahs, Mynahs everywhere
they are the starlings of Thailand
mostly Common but so many
species we might see
Crested, Jungle, Hill, White-vented,
Javan, Collared, Golden-crested;
black splashed bright with
orange and white.
Doves... before I left home
riding up the west side highway along the Hudson
alone atop a double-decker bus
melting in the sun
drying in the breeze
going dead-head from Battery to Times Square
a flash across the road
a belly: cream, tinged tawny rose
tilted in flight to show
the warm, soft, mouse-fur grey-brown back
moist purple-chocolate spots
rounded form but slender slight; delicate, elegant,
diagnose a Mourning Dove.
Here are many doves. One similar to our Mourning
but all exaggerated: smaller and more streamlined,
more spots becoming mottle-stripes:
the Oriental Turtle-Dove
seen on roads & bushes & overhead wires & oddly

in cages, cooing at cousins
who walk oblivious down the road
a Cinnamon Bittern rises from the paddy;
settles slowly in the trees
butterflies abound
pale cold-butter-yellow ones small as a thumbnail
stay close to the ground—less turbulence
among the low-growing flowers perhaps
tiger-colored swallowtails

weave a drunken course through trees
deep purple velvet pair—a hand's-breadth each—
dance a complex minuet in the road
another of conventional size,

black & palest-lavender-white
hangs inverted, twirling slowly,
perfectly splayed as if pinned
in a Victorian curio, from a spider's well-placed
invisible web.
dragonflies, some the size of

hummingbirds (or perhaps not quite)

in varying tones of earth and light
from deep rich scarlet
of just-spilled blood to warm rust brown to
surprising incandescent chartreuse
follow down the road, confounding the sense

of distance and of size:
perspective
Certain, quite certain, I saw the stripy belly of a Cuckoo

half-hidden among the leaves
so many species of Cuckoo so common so many
places I've been & sought them
and heard them, but never a sure
sighting to tick off on the life-list. Passed
a sign: skystone storm forest home
a legend, myth, fairy-tale place right here
who lives there?
a Drongo, I think I saw, with three long tail-
feather shafts; a squarish pendant on
the shorter, center one. Certain of what I saw,
but it's not in the book. So much for certainty.
Never ever rely upon your certainty.
Bright new temples and old ones made new
every entrance flanked by twinned
Nagas, the chaos-serpent-guardians;
some garish to my eye (accustomed to

the gloomy romance of old
gothic stone) fresh white paint
mirrored tiles: clear, blue, green, red
gilded dragons overhead
on eaves and balustrades
tinkling bells hang from corners of broad
roofs but there are delicate carved-wood doors &
one's extensive muraled walls
tells stories: the devouring giant,
emerald green; the saving giant bird,
rose-gold, driving down the sky with gods
on its back and
who, by vanquishing, saves.
the temples accommodate, encompass,
what comes before and around them
the spirit houses are not Buddhist but the temples
have them and
sometimes the spirit houses
have spirit houses

Maddy's Take on the World

Nature Meets Man Made

This is the portfolio of art that I mentioned in an email to y'all.

Here's a sample of the work:

Treesouls

Here is a photo I shot last week, of one of a series of sculptures by Alison Saar currently on display in Madison Square Park through December 31. This is one of the Treesouls (1994) that accompany the series Faellan and Fallow, commissioned for the Park.

Treesouls is based on, or inspired by, the myth of Persephone, the daughter of Zeus and Demeter, abducted by Hades. Her abduction gives rise to the seasons. The piece is constructed, in part, of bronzed tree branches.

The layers of natural-ness / human-altered-ness are fun to think about. I hope to make the time to view these pieces over the course of the next few weeks, and hope to see and photograph them in the changing seasons, to see what impact that will have on the work's resonance. You can read more about it on the Madison Square Conservancy's website, and in Whitewall: Contemporary Art and Lifestyle Magazine.

The Maine Woods

Here are a few pictures from my visit to Moosehead Lake in the summer of 1985 or 86.

This is me, hiking up Mount Kineo.

I don't know whether this was the same Old Town that Thoreau mentions; this one is about 115 miles SSE of Moosehead Lake.

This is a view along the shore of the lake.

And this is a view of Mount Kineo, approaching in a canoe.

Nature in the City: it's for the birds

After class last Wednesday, I had lunch in Greeley Square. That's the little triangle between 32nd & 33rd Streets, and 6th Avenue and Broadway; there is a statue of Horace Greeley at the southern end (he was a contemporary of Emerson and Thoreau, and a very interesting guy; look him up if you're not familiar). The square underwent a thorough and successful overhaul a few years ago, turning it from a desolate, dirty, and dangerous concrete no-man's land into a clean, welcoming caesura in the bustle of midtown, with plantings and seating, and a little café stall.

(stock photo)

I was surprised at the bird life I found there. In addition to the expected cast of characters—Pigeons,House Sparrows, and

Starlings—there were a few other species not normally seen in the city except in larger wooded areas such as Central, Prospect, or Van Cortlandt Parks, or other more rural regions.

(stock photo)

There were a good number of White-Throated Sparrows, with their distinctive high-pitched thin voice and yellow dot behind the eye.

(stock photo)

More surprising, there were a lot of Gray Catbirds. This guy was sitting on the chair right next to me.

The White-Throats and the Catbirds were much bolder than those I have seen before, coming up to my feet to beg for crumbs along with the other more urbanized species. The Catbird is usually a solitary bird, and a bit wary of humans—not uncommon or hard to see, but hard to get close to—so finding over a dozen of them practically flocking together and perching nonchalantly on the chair next to me was quite unusual.

Then, just as I was getting over my surprise at the unusual number and behaviour of these, I saw a Rufous-Sided Towhee.

Bold patches of color and bright red eyes make him unmistakable. I haven't seen one in years. I'm not certain I've ever seen one in Manhattan, even in Central Park. Not that they are rare in the Northeast, but they are decidedly not urban creatures. Yet here he was, scratching around the bushes, even venturing onto the sidewalk and among the feet of the people sitting around the little café tables.

(stock photo)

A few more pictures of the birdies...

A catbird eating an apple core...

My urban Towhee...

And this is a favorite shot from that day. The catbird on top of the sign—"Please do not sit or place objects on the wall"—and below are a female House Sparrow, a male White-Throated Sparrow, and behind him, the Rufous-Sided Towhee. I call this one "The Rebels".

Thoreau talked about birds, and about deer and moose. He speculated that moose might become extinct in the future, and they are indeed becoming scarce. He might have been surprised had he known the extent of the ability of deer to adapt to the human encroachment on their lands, and how their numbers continue to grow. He might also have been surprised to see how some birds have become much better-adapted to the human-altered, urban landscape, and to see their new ways of competing and coexisting.

Another note regarding wild birds thriving in the urban environment: If you walk around Washington Square Park much, be sure to look up into the trees once in a while. A family of Red-Tailed Hawks nests on one of the NYU buildings, and parents and youngsters can be seen hunting or just hanging out in the park, sitting in the trees, or swooping across the street high overhead to perch on a window sill. They are not as well known or as heavily watched as the Red-Tails on Fifth Avenue, but they are around and I see them fairly frequently.