Hey, lets go sit somewhere.
And do nothing. Lets
not talk about our emotions
our religions or our
political ideals. And lets
not talk about sex.
Only weirdos do that.
I talk to these old peoples
in the village where I live.
Stu, is one of them.
Clean, well shaved,
well dressed, always
smilling and says
really never nothing.
But in a happy way.
He laught at your jokes
makes you feel listened
to and makes the world
a better place.
It's suprising how he can
completely avoid any
interaction but in a
happy way. Completely
content, and not in a
dumb way.
Do I envy that way of
living? I know I can't
be that. But I somehow
judge it too, without
knowing him. I feel
that his humanity has
been sucked out of him
and he has giving in.
Which is probably a
good way to be.
I've met Butoh dance
in a yoga ashram many
years ago. Slow, tense
emotional, not a dance.
It left me wondering,
more as an oddity than
a real practice.
Today I meet Butoh again.
In a deeper way. As I
am searching for a dance
or a technique which
could help unearth
deeply seated trauma.
A tai chi without form,
a dance without rhythm
a yoga without postures.
An improvised melting
of body into the unconcious.
I found a few teacher
talking about the
shadow body, the
subbody, the deeper
layer of exsitence that
can be reached trough
butoh. It seens like
trough Butoh, some
practitioner have
discovered a deeper
meaning of the practice.
A lot of practitioner
have described how in
our culture emotions
and sensation are not
part of our life. Trough
Butoh you can re-learn
these human sensations.
It really resonate
with my own path right
now and I have to aknowledge
this part of me who wants
to always try something
new. This is new.
