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the archive and movement laboratory of conceptual dance theatre company A House Unbuilt... spending at least an hour a day, making space, marking time,—making enough room to feel, tremendously, again.
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HUB 241.1:
discovering a new site… the soft crest toothpaste green and warm red oak, the light glancing off tattered wallpaper and buckled flooring, the columns streaming upward in formation and at the ready—visions take me to the planning phase already. a prospect, indeed. more research to be done. 
HUB 239:
Notation in response to the following prompt, and notes upon performing from notation in this day of second rehearsal…
What I’ve been thinking this morning is as follows:
I realize now that the structure for the performance has been with you the whole time. That in your images and your sources you have been supplying me with the performance, I was simply too locked inside of myself to see.
Let us meet on weds with each having brought a Pas de deux:
1: entree - short introduction
2: adagio - slow movement (couple dance - the spoon)
3: variations (solo, one for each)
4: coda - all dancers appear
I believe that if we use this as a container for our shared source materials that the performance will unfold before us. That we will, as Lin and Matthew say “discover a performance by making it.”
Let me know what you think,
A
HUB 202.1:
Perhaps the best thing I saw this weekend… Zoni-Mai by Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui and Gilles Delmas. Go there (Former Pumping Station, 140 N Columbus Blvd, Philadelphia, PA), see this, look it up, find it where it goes. Stunning. Brilliant. My mind wanders… what if they weren’t “dancers” but still were dancing?—yet I think Headlong is onto this one. (smile.)
HUB 191:
Something jagged in the way the train throws me, as the masses waiting for this delayed transport leave me standing, grasping at the metal pole, slightly off balance with two bags, one on each shoulder, each carrying a slightly different load. Somehow I find myself adrift and dancing, not a “pole dance” per se, but a dance with the pole, a body without proper restraint, feet longing to climb sideways, force my body horizontal between the two vertical beams side by side. Visions of new structures, convoluted and creating a sense of anti-gravity, dumb type aspirations, beyond anything before.
