Tumi Johnson

the poemdances

May 24 2016

Resting Pulses

 

The Rooftop

 

Sometimes in all the movement, I am stung

by a calling to stillness. Above the fray,

elevated over the tides of constant motion.

Where is your rest point?

 

Oh how I love a good rooftop. 

 

Here I have an alertness, a calm, closer to the tips

of mountains, the breeze off a hawk's wing, the tails

of clouds.  My eyes clear.

And from this vista, there is a 

dawning that 

all is unknown, and it is with trust 

that I slowly ripple down into the marketplace of the living

but now in my own rhythms, with the language of all

that is elevated. 

 

 - Tumi Johnson 

 

Choreography: Tumi Johnson
Dancer: Tumi Johnson
Videography: Žare Manojlovič
Sound: C Major Prelude by J.S. Bach; "The Rooftop"  (Poem by Tumi Johnson)

September 29 2017
It Happened - a poemdance for healing from trauma

It Happened - a poemdance for healing from trauma

Summer 2017

 

It Happened 

It happened. 

When it was happening, 

everything I...  

September 29 2017
I Am the Sane

I Am the Sane

Spring 2017

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Renaissance

Renaissance

Winter 2017

September 29 2017
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

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

Irrevocable

 

Irrevocable

 

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

fall. Let your comeuppance be...  

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