Tumi Johnson

the poemdances

May 24 2016

Shed the head

 

Shed the Head

 

Is love our vestige? We walk with the shrunken

remains of it, trying to hide it

like an unsatisfactory appendage,

like a fin. What are the apertures to our oldest selves?—

kindness, tears, unadulterated

joy? Silence is being replaced by

 

any noise we can make. And we

are making it loudly, deafening

the present.

 

What are the undiscovered folds of the brain?

Tucked in their recesses is a reassurance.

We are from the same tribe.

 

But love has been quoted into gradiations

Degraded into quotients. As we make the cut,

Somehow none of us is making the cut.  How does one

shed the head?

 

If you forget everything, remember this:

You have a place at the table.

Remember that the most important memory

is right now and was always right

now.

 

Forget it. The memory is gone.

Can you remember this?:

 

Yes.

-Tumi Johnson

 
 
Choreography: Tumi Johnson    
                                                                                               
 Dancer: Tumi Johnson                                                       
                                                                
Music: “Pan and Guitar” by Peter Barr
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California

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California

 

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Darkness is a beginning

 

Are you feeling a storm within? 

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Resting Pulses

 

The Rooftop

 

Sometimes in all the movement, I am stung

by a calling to stillness. Above the fray,

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Weed Song

 

Weed Song

 

I do not have a straight up and down-ess,

I do not blush in hues of pink. I come not in

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I Am Home

 

I am Home

 

What space can hold us today?

 

There is laughter in all the rooms.

Crying in some, at...  

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Irrevocable

 

Irrevocable

 

When you fall for yourself, make it a colossus of a

fall. Let your comeuppance be...  

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Rehearsal excerpt from "L

 

To Spite

 

Despite all obvious signs.

Despite certain aging

and endless ballads of seasons ending