Author: norarainethompson

  • Responding to Ishmael Houston-Jones (and Fred Holland and AJ Wilmore and Stephanie Hewett and Kris Lee) at Danspace Project

    3 among 2
    2 among 3
    1 in body 2 in spirit
    Kisses and guns
    Rage and run
    Clunk love
    Funk love
    Play it for me
    Lay it on me
    Lay on me
    Make me
    Freak me
    Sweat on me
    Take it off
    Keep that on
    Leave it from
    Choose this one

  • Responding to Hana Van Der Kolk at Troy Savings Bank Music Hall 

    Keeping the ing
    (going, crying, moaning, planning, grieving, sucking, reckoning)
    Is ushered through soft white clothes and slow eye contact
    Is funneled through the ghost of a saxophone player up above
    Is squeezed through open spaces
    Is channeled through antlers and glass

  • Danspace Project Journal: Everything and Nothing

    In this essay, I ask epic questions alongside reflections on a shared evening of dance by Jade Manns and Glenn Potter-Takata that premiered at Danspace Project in December, 2024. Read or listen to the article here.

  • Responding to Hayley Stahl at Target Margin Theater

    How do you talk without seeing? Deadpan party chats
    How do you see yourself on stilts? Lift and turn and slowly scan
    How do you not look me in the eye? Stand, sit, come, go
    How was that? Rotating the miniscule until the subtle is choreographed

  • Responding to Miguel Gutierrez at New York Live Arts

    So much section and so much movement and so much nothing and so much almost the song you know from 2010 and so much step and so much routine and so much that it is a painting until so much turns them on each other but then back to so much movement and so much communal body and so much wiggling at the edges of my eyes and so much center and so much periphery (of course, super nothing, super charged with what we thought could be called nothing but it saturated with color), with a light show intermission

  • Responding to Ralph Lemon at MoMA PS1 (again)

    Flat splat white on yellow
    Simple dimple slow slow steady steady
    Fold and flipping absolutely out out out
    Piped in earbuds robot and little sweat spot
    No, sweat rainbow
    No, exam notes
    Intrinsically, it is AHHHHHHHHHHH, which is watching a dog watching a scream which is watching a scream sing, which is watching an outward force rush and gush

  • Responding to Malcolm-x Betts and Nile Harris at Chocolate Factory

    Citibike cruising
    They gossip on mic, recommending the latest adrienne maree brown
    Swinging sun and cloud across shoulders, like a bundle to run away with
    Caring for one another, actually
    Via baptism, putting the batteries back in, oiling up and partying down (“this is a party this is a party”)
    Shooting one out like pouring one out:
    for Moriah, for Judith, for equity, for Crackhead Barney
    for sincerity, for irony, for the bit, for the boys, for the community, actually

  • Responding to Amelia Heintzelman at PAGEANT

    Torsion
    Squeak squeeze
    Jump quick squat
    Opening for a breath
    Ah, space for a breath

  • Responding to Nora Alami at JACK

    Speed rituals
    To get mess to get clean
    To get shaken to shake
    To invite and offer to take take get get give give no wait

  • Responding to Ralph Lemon at MoMA PS1

    A slow long build
    A suite of songs
    Of turning around and not quite in view
    Prickling tingling legs or not legs
    Song song song
    Mommy mommy mommy
    With the forcefulness of a note child
    Dress up to rant again
    “This is what the funeral was like:” skipping
    Christening dance stage as danceable
    Contained skips and step step brush

    Write something and throw bricks at it
    Yell something and harmonica at it
    Sing something and scream at it
    Give us everything and smile at it

    Finalizing in the final scream
    That David couldn’t stay seated for

    And about that final scream
    It grew and grew past itself
    Flicked and flopped and sweat and pulled up took off stripped off
    Wanna go to the club to lose yourself
    As if to remember you’ve never been contained so well
    As if to remember why you can take on “the right to dance” and let it explode you
    Fury and ecstasy I think they called that section
    You/I write because they have a knack for making you feel the me could be you

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