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Saturday, January 29, 2011

SYTYCD Favourites

So anyone who knows me knows that I am fascinated to the point of obsessed with So You Think You Can Dance. I love the dancers, the music, even the cheesy reality show format, the judges (Reality show judges usually suck but Nigel Lythgoe and his team are surprisingly good. Well at least up until season 5), the amazing choreographers (Mia Michaels anyone?) and how the show has changed the way I see movement and how it has convinced me that it is possible to embody poetry. So I am going to choose (for no apparent reason but for the I-like-making-lists-thingy) my favourite routines over the 7 years of So You Think You Can Dance. To start off:



The first time I watched this I kind of fell in love with Katee. My sister thinks I am obsessed with her. I think I am (a little) but I don't think any other dancer has moved me as much as Katee Shean. She is so clean and it's as if the air around her, that negative space dances with her so when she moves it's as if  it is in tandem with everything and not in opposition. The judges kept saying she was born to dance. Truer words have never been spoken( I can't believe I said something so cheesy.). 

Friday, January 28, 2011

Northern Soul

I desperately want to learn how to dance northern soul. And the music! So much fun!




Monday, January 24, 2011

Obsessed

Obsession can be good. Very good.

1. Arcade Fire-Neighborhood #2 (Laika)

Just discovering the Funeral album. I know, I know it's a little late. 

2. Bon Iver- Blood Bank

Obsessed doesn't even cover it.

3. Sufjan Stevens- Vesuvius

Finally I have sunk my teeth into the Age of Adz album and can affirm that it is brilliant. Crazy Sufjan magic.

4. Cat Power- Fool

Yay Skins! Also a new obsession.

5. Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds- O Children!

Melancholy at its best.




Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Billy Collins

Introduction to Poetry
 
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
 
or press an ear against its hive.
 
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
 
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
 
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
 
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
 
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.