esiliata

esiliata in casa
vivo di sogni e meteore
ignorata ed esclusa
mangio pane e luna
campo di un'aria fresca che si dipana intorno a me come una nebbia
vivo in un'isola
una mia Avalon
dove l'accesso è negato
agli idioti
e a tutti coloro
che guardano e non sanno vedere
che emettono suoni e non sanno parlare
che dicono di far cultura e fanno solo chiasso
chiudo la rabbia in una pentola a pressione
la userò per creare un tornado
di stelle

writing the introduction

Writing the introduction to a book (because that is what my thesis is in the end) is one of the most difficult tasks you can have, because it means for you to have the general picture of your study and a good idea on how to trace it there. I wrote the draft of the intro to my thesis in a few days and I think I do have a general view of my thesis, but I keep going back to it with changes and doubts. I have a feeling it is going to be a long process...

ruth st. denis on dance

"A true valuation of the body as an instrument of dance must include a reorientation of our ideas concerning the body. It includes the spirtual truth that the body is inspired by the soul, controlled by the mind, and motivated by the heart".

Ruth St. Denis, 1941

london, jan 2010

It was good (as usual) to be in London, my exam went well and I was able to relax a bit. I went to a very interesting exhibition on Moctezuma (see photo) at the British Museum, saw a couple of dear friends and two films on vampires (a trendy subject nowadays). One of the things I really loved was a chicken soup I had for one of my speedy lunches, absolutely delicious!!!

whale talking (4)

I have been in the belly of the whale...
it was warm in there
I stayed there for a few days,
then left it
it was too good to be there
almost dangerous
now I am outside the whale again
and look for a door (enchanted door)
even a tiny little pathway
to get in again

whale talking (3)

My research is a big whale,
a big white whale
I have been chasing for years.

My research is a fluid entity,
sometimes it runs away
without telling me anything;
sometimes it comes to me
like a little baby
who wants to be cradled.

My research is my malady
and my salvation...

I do not want to chase it any longer,
I want to ride it!

exams

Exams are a rite of passage, I did not prepare for my annual PhD exam as I wanted to, I did not have much time for reasons I will not explain here. However, it has gone fine. I had it in a cold London filled with snow. Now my final year has begun and I probably will not have much time to write here or on the other blog.