Tumi Johnson

the poemdances

May 24 2016

Irrevocable

 

Irrevocable

 

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

fall. Let your comeuppance be something

to be witnessed. They etched out a lighted path and you took to

bush roads instead. You returned to that room again and again.

You know that room. There, you true self lay waiting

to be unearthed. You stayed in there even as the intruders were

coming in at the windows, wanting blood, smelling your fear.

You stayed in digging at the floorboards, splintering your hands,

stayed when no one would share the smell with you.

You spent too little time trying to justify your soul’s desires.

And the worst crime: you served out your crafts in spades, then turned

away before the judges held up their scorecards.

 

Never toe at your spirit.

Put your passions into this basin, sautée in with

both feet, and then, just

whisk the mix.

 

-Tumi Johnson

 

Choreography: Tumi Johnson                                                                                                   

 Dancer: Tumi Johnson                                                                                                                      

 Music: David Bowie, Queen                                                                                                      

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Summer 2017

 

It Happened 

It happened. 

When it was happening, 

everything I...  

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I Am the Sane

Spring 2017

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Renaissance

Renaissance

Winter 2017

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California

California

Fall 2016

 

California

 

coast retreat solar painted

mountains and a raw desert

cactus integrating a...  

September 3 2016

Darkness is a beginning

Summer 2016

 

Darkness is a beginning

 

Are you feeling a storm within? 

May 24 2016

Resting Pulses

 

The Rooftop

 

Sometimes in all the movement, I am stung

by a calling to stillness. Above the fray,

May 24 2016

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

May 24 2016

I Am Home

 

I am Home

 

What space can hold us today?

 

There is laughter in all the rooms.

Crying in some, at...  

May 24 2016

Rehearsal excerpt from "L

 

To Spite

 

Despite all obvious signs.

Despite certain aging

and endless ballads of seasons ending

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