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Flash Review 2, 10-2: Notes from
an Exhibition
Pondering Porte
By Chris Dohse
Copyright 2001 Chris Dohse
NEW YORK -- Now, almost 48 hours
after seeing Dominique Porte/Systeme D's "Retard Probable 5 Mn" at Danspace Project
at St. Mark's Church this weekend (part of Quebec! NY 2001), I find it hard to
describe the movement Porte makes. Stabbing, abbreviated gestures? Punched? I
look at my notes; they're no help. They're full of feelings and images. Qualities.
Now I remember the dream I had that night, of making love to a beautiful, wounded,
imaginary, needful lovely something.
Perhaps transcribing my notes will
communicate the work's flavor: already started gorgeously scrawny character falling
into his bones -- and the whispering from the row behind -- speaking frantic percussive
fractured stuff that we wish we saw every day -- dancing all squawky -- four dancers’
gesticulating and traversing with stomping runs. each does it in its own way --
musically holds a, contains a, coherent chord, but can't contain their own angles
-- they're knowing how brilliant they are and it enhances their allure -- think
of frogs -- did he say that -- slashing and thrown with his glasses held on his
head by a thingumee -- music comes and goes spastic -- like they're constricted
somehow by invisible bonds and it sickens me to remember most of the things I've
been tied to -- oh yeah the stilt shoes. mantis-like -- seeing portents everywhere,
man returns to place his lips on the same piece of floor, every rehearsal for
an unforgiving muse made me rethink the way my leg was placed over my knee --
relentless now.
Wait! I can say it now. It was one
of those times when I wonder about mortality and the transience of everything
and why do people care about each other when we're so awkward and dark and filled
with glittering dangerous color and completely inscrutable. The woman next to
me stamped her cane and said, "Mental hospital! That's where they were!."
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