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                                            Creating a performance adaptation of Dictee by Theresa Hak Kyung Cha is a powerful challenge  -   Dictee is nonlinear, fragmented, multilingual and deeply rooted in themes of voice, memory, exile, colonialism, and the female body as archive. A performance version should echo its form as much as its content: shifting, layered, unstable, ritualistic. Ended up with this:                                                                     Director's Statement                                                         ...

Creating a  performance adaptation of  Dictee  by Theresa Hak Kyung Cha is a powerful challenge— Dictee  is nonlinear, fragmented, multilingual, and deeply rooted in themes of  voice, memory, exile, colonialism, and the female body as archive . A performance version should echo its form as much as its content: shifting, layered, unstable, ritualistic. Note:   … so was the challenge … began aug. 4 ..  

yes, winter has waned, but there has been no shortage of activity re: the Aurora Borealis lately - and this has me thinking about the time the US and Canadian militaries were shooting rockets into the Northern Lights just to see what would happen lol. This all went down in Churchill, Manitoba. For those keeping track, this is a fairly northern, somewhat remote community lol - a full 1000 km northeast of Winnipeg on the Hudson Bay. ... this IG  look here  post by the government of Canada, shared with me by my son, verified my toddler memories of being lifted up by my father and flicking a switch to fire a rocket into the Aurora Borealis ... there are pictures that look like the old wooden tower where i have memories of Dad bundling me up and atop the tower watched him take photos of the night sky ... he told me stories about the rocket info payloads landing sometimes as far south as the USA midwest ... the snow, polar bears & boulders of Hudson Bay shaped a dream-like cheri...

 Last night the kitchen breathed He stood there silver hair spilling light a beard of ash eyes mirrors turned inward burning through me. His mouth moved, words curling out like a snake, as if speaking to shadows, as if speaking to me. For a moment a flicker —  am I looking at myself?  — An echo from a future I can't hold. He reminded me of Stanislavski, how I remember his pictures, yet searching those images he was neither him nor me. He was something other, carved thinner older than time, newer than now. I wanted to stay or have him stay but was pulled away, unspooled from sleep. Still, if I hadn't woken, would he have ever been? Dreams need breaking to be remembered a word waiting on the tongue, a word held too long never finds its sound. ::Note:: ... taken from here 

...  retention of ceremony, language, teachings, and knowledge systems, that occurred before I was around ... face the really oppressive tactics to try to take those things away ... use strategies to protect those things, including hiding some of them, which is the most desperate things when you take things underground to say, we're just not going to let the sunlight see it because if we do, it might get taken away ...   ... regain knowledges ...restore knowledge systems ... restore understandings ... restore networks of relations  to re-foster all of the energy of our stories which didn't die ... tell the story  to counter the story that is being told ...  have the voice to speak ... actually, start positioning other ways of thinking and of being ... :: Note :: ... it is always time ... thanking Jesse Wente (on podcast  Commotion Boycotting American and the meaning of cultural...