...........Bree.................Therese.....................Scotia.....
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Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Day 4 in Brisbane - responses to the cadavre exquis
...........Bree.................Therese.....................Scotia.....
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Letter 2 from the BRISBANE Easter Magdalena Gathering 2008
From the OVARIES:
1. Each month they ‘ping’, ‘twang’, sing, reminding me that I’m still fertile, and that I’m waiting to sing a different song!
2. Juice…Life…Finite…
3. The producing factory, the making in its turmoil, its bloody gutsy energy, allowing us to multitask at multi ages, and still going through the menopause holocaust, keeping eventually in its maturation, the sweetness of raisins.
4. copper wire
5. Ideas = eggs. Large supply, stored away. Released sometimes regularly, sometimes irregularly.
When one is released, if nothing is done, it then goes away.
Sometimes an egg germinates, is nurtured and brought to fruition.
6. Over
Ovary
Oh! Vary!
Ovaries
O as in vOid
V as checked and may be too much
Attention, please!
Roll in pleasure
Y have they been so abused and exploited by Western medicine?!
posted on behalf of Donna Cameron:
GATHERING THE HEART. (The Breasts)
Our breasts protect our heart.
‘It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.’ Antoine De Saint-Exupery.
Great theatre is like music, transcending language barriers and cultures speaking directly from the heart, to the heart. May the theatre maker always reach a point during their process when they move from the head, the domain of the intellect, down into the heart. This requires a brave heart for truth resides in the heart. Talking about our own and each other’s work can keep us intellectualising, theorising, hiding behind barriers of words. During our gathering however I saw hearts open and the truth spill out gently in all it’s grace. This I feel was only possible because the atmosphere created was one of protective nurturing, soft and warm like our breasts.
SHOOTING FROM THE SOLAR PLEXUS (The Ovaries)
Disseminate – to spread as by sowing seed. The ovaries are the guardians of the seed. During the gathering disseminate appeared to be our favourite word. One morning I heard it used five times in ten minutes. I saw many seeds sowed over the three days I attended. It was a joy to watch women disseminating all over the place, without a care in the world.
The ovaries are also situated in the same area as the solar plexus, which are the nerves at the pit of our stomach. As a performer I always aim to bring my performance up and out from the solar plexus. I’m not always successful but when I am those nerves relax and suddenly I’m free to soar, to fly. I have some lovely memories of women flying during our gathering. May we all continue to shoot from the solar plexus and spread our fertile seeds into the wider theatre community without fear of ridicule.
‘Within our dreams and aspirations we find our opportunities’. Sue Atchley Ebaugh.
Herewith comments/contributions on the subject of BREASTS from anonymous participants of the Easter Workshop 2008.
• Large, pendulous, annoying in summer and yet very comforting in winter. The seasons of life played out across their surface.
• All work, like all breasts, benefit from firm underwire(support).
• Breast, soft, silk, duo in ideal, producing milk, the nectar needed to make us grow. A model of how? Without aesthetic surgery!
• Breasts and ovaries speak of new life, both pre and immediately post-birth. I can’t imagine any better metaphor for the experience of my first Magdalena Gathering. From the conception moment of my being selected thro’ the gestation of my suddenly writing to a deadline, meeting with my facilitator and establishing a genuinely supportive relationship through meeting the other women at the Gathering (almost as a team of loving midwives), we came to the time of birthing – the first entry of my theatrepiece into the “outside wortld”. Where it would face its first appraisal by a range of eyes, ears, etc. In that birthing, the image above is my attempt to show what I felt. Especially through my facilitator, but thro’ everyone too, I felt held in strong but cradling arms; I felt as the newborn does, the continual reassurance of the maternal heartbeat in the enabling vibrations from everyone. It almost removed fear, as would be there if facing a real audience. I felt safe. I was sure to be given a cushioned , soft landing. And as breast milk is natural and does not harm (unlike processed canned milk), the feedback I imbibed was nutrient-rich (i.e. honest, worthwhile, informed) and a powerful support for each new step of my infancy-to maturity as a theatre-maker and artist.
• The New Work as Breast: New ones are but rosebuds, packed tight and sometimes tender to touch. It is too soon for support, one must be patient and trust that one day they will be fully developed. Mine are cupcakes. I can hold them all within my two hands. I know the recipe. I share my first batch with confidence. How is the taste? Ahhh, a little too sweet? I will add more salt. My cupcakes are well-supported. They are constantly changing, sometimes hairy, sometimes hard. Behind them a strong heart-beat. They respond to attention, sometimes with a firm hand to massage, other times just a little tweak. But always we must be gentle with our breasts and each others’ because if mishandled, they won’t fall off but it will hurt. Because remember, they are attached to a living, breathing, feeling soul.
• BREAST: erotic, soft, comfort, sustenance, dangerous, saggy.
• When I show my work at this gathering, I am bearing my breasts in the company of women, and some trusted men. How do I bare them?: slowly, shyly, How vulnerable do I feel? What courage does it take?
• Breast/Chest: the place where the heart lives, contained and protected. The breast, and also the arms, are open or closed to the ‘other’ and so the heart is also OPEN or CLOSED to the ‘other’. A place of COMFORT and NURTURE, giving and receiving pleasure and comfort. BREASTS are a place of RESPONSE: physical response and EMOTIONAL response. They are also a MAJOR biological identifier of our female gender, they IDENTIFY and DISPLAY our femininity.
• Breasts: Round, my favourite performing space, where ‘flowering’ can occur. Pointy tits for pointy details of dramatic direction. Labor of love, an essential. Mountains of beauty for me to express my juice, juicy femininity. No mistake, they are not necessarily there for the “show”, yet I enjoy seeing them so much. No, we are not cancer carriers and not to be removed, OK?
• I am not my breasts. I am not my ovaries. I am not my head, nor my legs, nor my skin, nor my womb, nor my lungs, nor my kidneys, nor my eyes……etc. I am more than the sum of my parts. I am my work. Now I am also your response to my work. I am your work as I respond to your work. (and now I am also chocolate!)
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