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Nafeesa Draft 1 SST11

15 May

Idea: Eve (from Adam n Eve) and Lilith (Adam’s 1st wifey) meet in a bar. Eve is pregnant, Adam has left her after the whole forbidden fruit drama. Lilith is working as an escort.

11:20pm on a Tuesday. The hags and the whores trickle out of side alleys and posh bars. Drunk, bright eyed, born from the devil, these women ooze sex, thick thighs and framed eyes, their strut digs out sighs from the open mouths of married men who stare at girls in school skirts during the day. Boiling blood, sharp tongues, crimson lips lick and spit. Even their spit say sex. They are goddesses of the night, tongues burn from all their woman.

Eve is sat on a bench, clutching on to her bag, head held down as though she is drowning. Perhaps she is crying. Limp hair, swollen eyes, a woman’s belly – she is fresh, raw, only just been born, spat out from the heavens. She holds her woman tongue in a fist, afraid, she is as visible as a five year old giving you the finger. Not bold, but brand new.

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SST 11 Idea BeaBop Forking Flames

24 Apr

(For St. George’s Day 2016. I am playing with the theme of a dragon and loss and heat.)

Last night I played with fire

Stood on a mountain of twigs charring

Keen to dance energy into ice-aged hearts

Spinning yarn lacking usual sparring

Drunk on memories thronging

I tip-toed Azonto to loss and longing

Amid smoked photos and stories big

Their words began a frivolous Derby jig

All awhile their eyes pricked

Bearing holes into decades of paper shavings

From family trees

Barren of fruit

But full of the flame seed

I planted a seed on the topmost twig

It toppled to invisible depths

I rested on the tail of a dragon

Reached into his abyss

and stoked the flames

Teasing lies that were full of gasses

I can no longer love the way you used

Can I love longer? No, you used the way

Love used me way longer I can breathe

No longer can I breathe love your way

I used to breathe love in as you inspired

Breathe inspired love in as you used I to

Balloon my image above your own like deity

Above your balloon image

Love inspires breathe I used to

Used breathe to linger on lobes

filled with love

Pops out to

you used to your dragons breath

The heat you used to

He used me

To destroy myself

And laughed in the face of the dragon

I rose up and bearing teeth holding back the rancid gasses of futile years

BeaBop: Tribute (SST10 Final Draft)

28 Jan

 

She lived for that green
the shade that bled the sun through
tall stems full
of the stuff of life
laying foundations in the moss
cultivating a kind of eco-festival
full of cool, hip-for-you stuff
-BEAT-
She hailed from Masaka in royal Uganda
she whispered evergreen national parks
wore celebrations piled atop afro coils
a silent disco danced behind cocoa eyes
and like a sister
yet more a daughter, she wrapped me in tribute
Pursing lips to my dimples

Once, I thought I had jailed my chance
to mother after severing myself from a house
full of too many women
growing big for their boobs
I kicked the dirt and left my idea of family
to flap in the cross-winds
in a pea-green boat
-BEAT-
She was the road sign green
that directed me back to motherhood
back when truth was wedged
between puberty and middle classdom
a detour made through males too old to be boys
I would hide my dreams behind
a padlocked Brady Bunch

Her face was the key
opening the old fashioned golden door
a beacon for folk to stay awhile
empty their souls
rest up and ease lines
carved across play dough
whilst sharing a little philosophy
-BEAT-
Her voice was the architect
plucking my dimples
to loosen my shadows
The chef: pressing jerk, pimento
scotch bonnet, garlic cloves
into my middle
seasoning me for motherhood
-BEAT-
She loved the little bit of apple mixed with olive
the kind that took the edge off a hard day
of walking wards
in worn-in clogs
her uniform a starched green
the type that made you stand to attention

Or hide your boyfriends attitude
until he wanted to do the right thing
all by himself

And she would call me

-BEAT-

Now she whispers to me

-BEAT-
And I mother a handful now
using those tints
of her cool, hip-for-you, stuff of life

BeaBop SST10 (3rd Draft)

8 Jan

She lived for that green
the shade that bled the sun through
tall stems full
of the stuff of life
laying foundations in the moss
cultivating a kind of eco-festival
full of cool, hip-for-you stuff

– Beat –

She hailed from Masaka in royal Uganda
she whispered evergreen national parks
wore celebrations piled atop afro coils
a silent disco danced behind cocoa eyes
And like a sister, scrap that –
a daughter, she wrapped me in tribute
Pursing lips to my dimples

Once, I thought I had jailed my chance
to mother after severing myself from a house
full of too many women
growing big for their boobs
I kicked the dirt and left my idea of family
to flap in the cross-wind
in a pea-green boat

– Beat –

She was the road sign green
that directed me back to motherhood
back when truth was wedged
between puberty and middle classdom
a detour made through males too old to be boys
I would hide my dreams behind
a padlocked Brady Bunch

Her face was the key
opening the old fashioned golden door
beaconing for folk to stay awhile
empty their souls
rest up and ease lines
carved across play dough
whilst sharing a little philosophy

– Beat –

Her voice was the architect
plucking my dimples
to loosen my shadows
the chef: pressing jerk, pimento
scotch bonnet, garlic cloves
into my middle
seasoning me for motherhood

– Beat –

She loved the little bit of apple mixed with olive
the kind that took the edge off a hard day
of walking wards
in worn-in clogs
her uniform a starched green
the type that made you stand to attention

Or hide your boyfriends attitude
until he wanted to do the right thing
all by himself
by presenting himself to her
to ask to place a ring on your finger
before even thinking of
taking your crown

And she would call me

– Beat-

Now she whispers to me
And I mother a handful now
using those tints
of her cool, hip-for-you, stuff of life

 

[Tech requirements:3 – 4 colour washes – different shades or intensities of green cycled for each stanza. Timing/length : 2’25”]

I love this Idea number4 ss10 Raisa

14 Dec

Light line

I’m holding
Up my right arm
Looking
for
The life
line
Squashed against the
Bollards
Of my
mind
In this cold climitised
Life…
Holding up my right arm
With hands
and fingers stretched
Over and out
As though trying
to
Hold hands with the moon
Will save me.
Or save us…
It’s 4 am and the streets
are lonly
Just like the single beat of
My heart missing the beat of another’s
Heart.
Pulsating calmly,gently
Why does it feel
More safer
At this time of night/morning?
Where most uneducated
Street wize persons
would be
Freaking out
dodging there own
Reflective shadows
Jumping at the own
sound of their breathing.
I
just strive by
like
the night belongs to
Me..
Streetwise
Is what it feels like
Allyways become storey tales
Doorways become beds…
Anxiety becomes a mouse.
Whilst I’m sensitive to sound
My pupils like huge binoculars
Adrenaline gets a journey beside me.
My energy is abundant to the
Spacious energy.
No one but me
Walking on the streets
But the creatures of the
Night
Nocturnal
Like me
I guess we both share something
Special.
This is talking about homelessness. How being or imaging how someone who feels safer on there own. Knowing that it’s not normal to society but it’s become normal to them. They may not be completely homeless as in sleeping on the streets full time but it’s more of a lifestyle for them. They find likeness and light in there own company. And comfort at night time. I am inlove with this one

Jeiran SST10 Idea

3 Dec

Okay so this video is AMAZING. It’s beautiful, sweet, gentle, and experimental. Almost, docile. Anyway I really really adore the use of projection in this video. I think I definitely want to use it in my own piece.

*also very lightly considering making a filmed piece instead of performed

Here  is also a doodle:

Snapshot_20151203_1

Really explicitly thinking about all the lights I could use, I really like thinking about the non conventional lighting. The one that really sticks out for me are the fairy lights, as they link back to the sweetness of the first video too.

 

To him anonymous-Raisa

5 Aug

To him anonymous 

I want you to see through
This dress
That I spent ages buying….
See beyond the innocent fingertips used to
Create this peice I’m wearing…
I’d rather you see me naked..
For the first time…
Forget the first date glitch.
The nervous twitch
The food falling off my fork staining the
Floor
I’ve done this a thousand times.
First dates where you must dress sexy
Heels worn
Dress sexy
Perfume on
Drowneding…..
Eyelashes stuck
Blinding..
Fake smiles….
Best underwear on!
Forget about past relationships they say
But I have scars right upto
My neck…
I just wanted to show you!