my battery is pure love

My first proper show since Pablo was born. Luckily I was too tired to get exceedingly nervous -- will people be comparing my dancing, my body, my ideas to pre-baby times? Am I delusional in my sense that my body is looser and psychically more open now that baby is here? and the classic: am I delusional in trying to be a dancer in the first place. My husband is extremely tired of this last question. It is the evil twin of the good question that keeps one honest as a dancer: Why am I doing this? But not asked in a desperate or cynical tone, instead from the standpoint of curiosity. Why am I doing this? Why does this dance need to exist? Why do I need to dance it? After reading a lot of Einstein and Bergson in the last couple of years I am of the opinion that not much exists on this planet that does not have need to be there. Nature is very economical and practical in its creativity. Man pushes towards excess and production. So I stepped on stage in the post-partum era. I walked as a stra...

Underglass Black hallways are rooms in basements Beneath the clothes and jewelry Of old days And jade dancers mocking window A pigeon cannot see the darling crumb His eyes lost to concrete dust Prokofiev broke off the retina Like a bow beneath remorse Loaves of bread planed By snapdragons, their mouths gape Too soft now to bite at the news Now alone in a room of dead Birds, shoes, purses Ghosts of giggling children blue with No sound of oppressive observation No watching this funeral please Kitten mummified; the ribbons of immortality Unwrap in spirals of time-edged Long ago The diamonds continue in an upward path Whiskers still feeling the edges of time The door warns you of this impending sense The walls whispers in their Flagrant subtle colour The bowl gathers the words in a bind, a spell To protect a foetus From 1900 to 1960 they embalmed Egypt In a forgotten camera the waters stir Say hello to spring for me in the ink used to Keep fresh the dead And to letter the posters As circus...

Viv's new solo show "Worcestershire Saucy" open this Wednesday Dec. 2 at 8pm at Factory Theatre in the Studio Theatre space. Tickets are $15 (CADA, Student) and $20 (general). Reservations 416 504 9971 www.vivmoore.com Anyone who has seen Viv on stage knows she is a rare beast, the kind of artist you want to be on stage with and the kind of lady you want to have a beer with. She has been a role model for me for many years now and though I don't drink beer, I have had the immense pleasure of being on stage with her in several different shows. She is a relentless scene partner who gently dares you to follow her when she makes an audacious move. In my years of knowing Viv I have not seen her in a solo performance. I can't wait. Here are a few questions I asked Viv about her upcoming production. How did "Worcestershire Saucy begin? What was the initial idea? In 1999, I created Bogie Woman for fFIDA (Paula Citron Award). This was the start of my re-claiming my Mus...

Listening to Arvo Part -- music I meditated to while pregnant, music I had hoped to play (to remind myself to breathe!) while giving birth, music that could not be played while I was giving birth because everything happened so fast. Sitting on the floor of the studio stretching after dancing/warming up for half an hour. Pablo begins stretching as the music plays. He has been sleeping since we arrived. Focusing on his sleeping body liberates me while improvising. My body is loose, except my lower back and laterally in my pelvis (muscles over-worked during the delivery), disassembled, wriggling, eager. My ego slips away. I am watching the baby on the floor sleeping while I am dancing. I realize I need to turn the camera on in the corner and just let it go for the whole time. Something new is happening. The mirror doesn't exist, the ego, which sometimes directs my improvisations to things that feel good and I know I can do well, is absent or perhaps watching the baby too. Pablo wakes...

little one if these leaves of grass do not soothe i hope the captain's verses do each night a little insight for little one who cannot understand nor hear everything but feel vibrations of the madman with wild white hair among the blades we hope for you good nights sleep dreams movement, words, music that carry we do not hope you to be "artist" see instead the living of life as an art and fill your thoughts with imaginative kindness blade by blade green by green each burnt to a crisp of meaning for future reference love of all loves made you together we rise, that song you have liked along the way we have moved twisted swords built worded armies to combat this world and its disappeal making new words as necessary ear to ear listening and if your first word starts with an F we will laugh we only ask you not become a 20-something smoking weed in a park with a can of cream soda and a cell phone continue kicking as hard as you kick now a l...

Our baby arrived July 1st at 10:06pm. The delivery was an intense, fast and slightly complicated event but baby came through unphased so who cares, now? Pablo Echlin Pehadzic. I look at him constantly amazed that two little cells met and made two more cells and made two more cells and on and on until this whole creature was formed and ready to emerge. Someone said that Dennes and I maybe waited too long to have a baby, but at the cellular level, we can't have waited too long because any other point in time would not have created little Pablo, but some other probably just-as-wondrous creature, but not Pablo. And we are rather fond of Pablo. During the last two weeks of the pregnancy (and during my efforts to poop post-delivery) I have been re-reading "Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymous Bosch" by Henry Miller -- one of his greatest books, probably indicative of the depth of tides and beauty in Big Sur -- and I feel compelled to share this passage as a new credo for life...

An interview for the DanceWorks Mainstage Event coming up April 29-May 2 at Enwave Theatre. Accident 1. an event that is without apparent cause 4. occurrence of things by chance Fate 1. a power regarded as predetermining events unalterably 2. an individual’s appointed lot (source Canadian Oxford Dictionary) Both artists have been asked the same questions: Consider the similarities and differences in their answers, and if the “how” of their answers as well as the “what” is evident in their choreography. Susie Burpee choreographer and performer of Mischance and Fair Fortune1. What was the initial spark to create your work for this show? Ovid's myth of Pyramus and Thisbe. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyramus_and_Thisbe#Ovid.27s_version 2. Do you believe in accidents or fate? Accidents. 3. What made you want to start choreographing? I imagined things that didn't exist yet in the world, and I wanted to realize those ideas. 4. What would you want an audience to take away from seeing ...