In “Throw Me A Life Line”, led by Poet Peter Buckley and renowned choreographer and dancer Louise Katerega, we will conjure magic from the mundane using energy, memory, and telephony to consider cycles of ending and beginning. We will find poetry in the conversations that might take place in times of change, and transform these into duets of movement. In keeping with the season of Spring, we will be inspired by folk traditions, ritual and rites, and will respond to moods suggested by our jumping-off point, a scene from the film “A Matter of Life and Death”. Participants are asked to bring along a round object if possible.
Here are some question-prompts we will be using for inspiration. Why not try answering one in a comment below or using one as a creative prompt for your own poem or blog? question worksheet pdf
Please do come along, if you can. It will have something to do with telephones.
Here is the schedule for SPRING this Sunday at Embrace Arts:
Here is the schedule for SPRING this Sunday at Embrace Arts – 12 noon to 8 pm
Workshops at 12.30
Alison Dunne supported by Bobba Cass in Hall: The Body – Poetic Monologues
Carol Leeming supported by Marcus Joseph in Studio 1: Dancing the South – Poetic Play of Music and Words
Liz Gray supported by Andrea Giugliano in Studio 3: Feel the Rhythm – Experience Poetry, Rhythm and Movement
Paulo Carnock in Studio 4: Drumming and Chanting
Workshops at 3 pm
Peter Buckley supported by Louise Katerega in Hall: Throw Me A Life Line
Boston supported by Rishii Chowdhury in Studio 1: Beat It with Bossman!
Rob Gee in Studio 3: Comic Term?
Momodou Sallah supported by Paulo Carnock in Studio 4: Poetry as Therapeutic and Poetry as an Instrument of Change
Installation in Cafe / Bar Area: FACT: ion
Performance in Hall at 6 pm. concluding with Mellow Baku
Workshops will last an hour and a half with plenty of time for additional practice including practice in the Hall between 5 and 6 pm
An’ this is just for fun:
A Spontanious Poem
Since we began,
the bluebells knew to be themselves
as they were gathered
in communal bunches.
After we talked,
I walked to the end of the sea.
In the woods,
a dress to sweep painted flowers.
It didn’t matter who I was,
it was always more about
the flowers to you.
In a wide arc,
I would learn to paint more gently,
The sweep of bluebells
that sprung up,
in a warm Spring.