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Three More Poems by Ruth Dallas

(Above image by Roger Hickin: Dark & Bright as Earth Is 2002 Acrylic & found paint on kauri panels, 175 x 280mm (Private collection, Seattle)

In the University Library

I am swallowed by a whale

Whose ribs are well furnished

With writing material, books,

A choice of coffee or tea.

 

From portholes I observe

Clouds disperse

Or gather in threatening storm.

Seabirds pass overhead

 

Emitting their coarse laughter.

I am walled behind glass

Where snow does not fall

Nor gales blow. I write poems,

 

Frame incantations

Against being digested by the whale.

 

In the Giant’s Castle

My father remembered what it was to be small,.

And to nourish rebellion.

My father in the night concocted

From vinegar, brown paper, pepper,

A hot plaster for my jumping ear,

Which was much the same as waving a wand.

I could show you my tommy-axed finger,

Bound together without stitches,

Or tell you how my father became a wall

And relied on me to stand as firm

While a doctor scissored off my crushed nail.

But when I grew, and climbed

The hill Difficulty, and at length

Came face to face with Giant Despair,

My father was not there,

Just his initials marked on a stone.

 

Black-Backed Gulls

Grass I have cut and heaped in a pyramid

Is not yet dry enough to burn;

 

So I lie on it, reading Japanese poems,

Under a wild cherry, overhanging the harbour,

Whose skinny fruit is long since gone.

 

Between its leaves, fretted by pear-slug,

The sky is milky blue. Early evening.

 

Sun catches the karoros’ underwings.

 

Nine birds float, steady, on the wind,

Then tilt off, wailing over the water,

Screened by the bitten cherry-tree,

Only to return and wheel again,

Swivelling their white heads to look down.

 

What do they see? Long human bones

Thrown out with an old jersey and trousers,

Lying a long time motionless in the hay.

 

These beautiful, gliding, immaculate birds

Are hopefully wondering if I am dead.

 

 

 

Ruth Dallas

How Dancer Are Using Age in Arts

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6 women. 6 men. Zero dance experience, but 800 years of life experience. The result? A fabulously entertaining new show: http://goo.gl/BdLWyU

 

Dica de Rosana Bptistella

Vídeo de Rogerio Migliorini

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Fico impressionado por este tipo de vídeo, porque mostra como o pé humano é capaz de desenvolver habilidades “manuais” de coordenação finíssima. Não se trata de um pé especial, sobrenatural ou diferente do meu, e nem foi super treinado por uma técnica científica de altíssima complexidade, mas pelo uso do dia-a-dia. Simples assim!

This kind of video strikes me because it shows how humans are able to develop amazing skills out of nothing. It’s not talking about special persons, supernatural beings, or x-men. Not even about an skill that was trained trough a highly scientific and complex technique. It shows an ordinary skill that was developed though the ordinary use of our plain body. It shows how we are powerful with what we already have. Just that!

Via Reinaldo César Branco