Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Saturday, 13 July 2013

According to Jing: The Dancer's Stage - 6 Months & 6 Days Since.

"7th January 2013. 
That was the date everything began - the day when my life and dance truly joined together in unison. 
It wasn't as simple as saying 'Dance is my Life', although it essentially was at the time - it can still be described as so, but a more accurate way to describe this 'unison' is: 
"Dance became the essence to my Life." 

 I aimed for this post to not go too deep into details and that it shall be so. The purpose of this post is to simply share with you some of the teachings I have received as a result of this fateful meeting with dance - in the form of quotes. 
See, I have a dance book, well, I have few dance books - kind of like a diary if you may subject it to objective comparison. This is where I write down (most) things that I have learnt and impacted me in some way - whether within the moment of dance, as a result of a dance class/training/rehearsal, reading a dance-related book, technicalities and medical areas of dance or dance therapy, moments spent with my dance family - or even a dance-inspired fashion sketch. 
One of them is in England at the moment. I had to leave it there due to flight limitations on baggage weight. At that moment, I still remember clearly, I had to make a choice: to either take it out and ship it back to Malaysia; or leave it in England with someone - and I chose to leave it with a certain person that I trust very dearly. I simply could not trust shipping operations.  
I have two here with me at the moment - one has been filled, the other is in the process of being filled up.  
I hope this would bring insight and somehow inspire you on different levels and walks of life. 
Best Wishes,
Jing x"
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 "In the dark, poses can't be seen. Feel the morph of the movement within the space; the energy." - Teach.

"There is always support in any positioning." - Teach.

"Each time we dance, it will be different: no one time has 100% similarity in surroundings, atmosphere or energy - make each time count." - Teach.

"A cat is never indifferent to the space it is moving through. Even when it comes to jumping up on to a sofa arm that it has leapt on to a thousand times before, it still moves with care and awareness, gauging the space with a calculating eye." - Robert Cohan.

"You can liken your sense of centre to your sense of place or home. If you didn't have a strong sense of home, you would probably get lost every time you went out. You know your home. You remember it. You know your directions from it, like lines radiating out from a central point. No matter how far you may travel, your recognition and remembrance of home give you a basis for relating tot he rest of the world. Yet even though we are territorial animals, we still don't know the territory within our bodies." - Robert Cohan.

"Remember, balancing is an active state, a process that is constantly happening. If you forget to do it, you fall down." - Robert Cohan.


"Some people can learn in a minute. Some people can't grasp it at all. But if you want to change, change!" - Teach.

"There is a distinct difference between a dance being chaotic and a dance making a clear statement about chaos." - Blom & Chaplin.

"People move as they do for reasons." - Agnes de Mille.

"How do you make a dance? My answer is simple. 'Put yourself in motion'." - Twyla Tharp

"If I'm passionate about something and cannot give it up, I should work harder at it and show others I exist." - Touch of the Light

"Oscar Wilde said that if you know what you want to be, then you inevitably become it - that is your punishment, but if you never know, then you can be anything. There is a truth to that. We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing - an actor, a writer - I am a person who does things - I write, I act - and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun." - Stephen Fry


"There's no observer, only observing.

There's no listener, only listening.

There's no speaker, only speech.

There's no thinker, only inspiration.
There's no poet, only poem.
There's no painter, only painting.
There's no singer, only singing.
There's no dancer, only dancing ..." - Teach






Saturday, 16 March 2013

Poetry Corner: The Geological Study of an Emotion

"So I restarted my computer as it was being temperamental and for some reason when it was loaded, Microsoft Word automatically processed and popped this document out (Does anyone know why though? I would greatly appreciate it if you could let me know, thanks in advance!) I have actually, completely forgotten about this poem - I wrote this back in January 2012 (January 19th to be exact). I hope you enjoy this as much as I had, 10 minutes ago, in the state of surprise (lol)."
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At the opposite ends of the spectrum,
Resided two pondering souls.
One fiery red and one brilliant blue,
Off-balance the scales they throw.
For their paths should’ve never met,
Like the Pacific and Antarctic plates.
This irreversible bit, once hit – that’s it,
Their worlds were fated to quake.
Some may call it destructive,
Others deemed this bad luck.
But lying below this segmented surface,
A diamond core has been struck.
At the opposite ends of the spectrum,
Gone were the two pondering souls.
The opposite ends of the spectrum,
Were connected by one purple soul.

- Jessie Jing, 19th January 2012

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Inspiration: 

A person, somewhere in this world. :)

Sunday, 3 March 2013

The Dancer's Stage: And she said...

"I still remember: 28th June 2012, when the clock struck 12, I was on the stage dancing into my birth day.
I came off that stage and I did not know what sort of happiness it was - was it even happiness? I know of happiness, but it did not felt the same - it felt like so much more."

"Fast forward .. 1,2,3,4 ..

Friday, 23 March 2012

Poetry Corner: Paradoxical

Let's drown in these invisible notes,
for a moment those feelings seem translucent.
Euphoria, ethereal, utopia.
What may shine may fade,
yet may the faded still glimmer under the sliver of light.

Let's cut through these strings of thoughts,
for an eternal moment those corners become prison walls.
Paranoia, surreal, claustrophobia.
Crescendo la staccato,
decrescendo la tenuto.

- Jessie Jing, 23rd March 2012

Inspiration:

A paradoxical affinity.

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Poetry Corner: Real.

She never said she'll be perfect.
She never said she won't change.
She never said she'll stay forever,
for it takes two to play the game.

She has never not said sorry.
She has never not admitted  to her mistakes.
She has never not spoken of real love,
for she has never not accepted fate.

Walk a mile in the other's shoes,
observe their paths and surroundings.
Look and see through their eyes,
before proceeding to branding.

A halo above the head,
looped around two horns.
No, neither a saint nor a devil,
but simply a human of true form.

- Jessie Jing, 23rd January 2012 -

Inspiration:

A story.

Friday, 20 January 2012

Poetry Corner: A Fleeting Thought

One thousand raindrops,
to land on the cold, hard ground.
Yet come another day,
they disappear back to the skies -
never staying around.