Yes to day dreams

I am also having many a day dream about this piece. And I need to be writing more of them down. That process alone has proven to be incredibly difficult these days.

I am beginning to see this piece more an more as having several layers of style and storytelling technique. One would involved the characters themselves and their scenes. One might involved vignettes with experts such as Joseph Campbell on mythology, or as Jenny mentioned the authorities on love such as The Kama Sutra and Cosmo. Actually after my thoughts on Aphrodite I think it would be fabulous to find a place to bring in the ridiculous hype surrounding the volatile love affairs/marriages/pregnancies/parenting of the hollywood stars these days.

And then I feel there might be place for a layer that does not involve text...that leans more on the emotional, expressionistic, ambigious forms of music and dance.

Thus my day dream....and actually this is one of those day dreams that has been bouncing around in my head for many years and may finally be finding a home in this piece.

It is episodic. Little bits. The music would preferably by made by the rest of the ensembles voices, instruments, drums (and/or other live musicians.)

two people enter an empty stage. wearing masks. and otherwise very sparce/dancible/gestural clothing with a very long gauzy strip wrapped neatly around their waist in such a way that it matches as part of their attire. They dance in the mode of the first meeting of eventual lovers. there is unexpected attraction. The subtle search to see if the other may be feeling the same attraction. a moment a some flirtation.

Other scenes ensue.

Then we see the same two enter again. again the flirting. contact.

other scenes

back to our buddy love affair. this time one may begin to sensually untie the gauzy stip and begin to unwrap the other. A play of the unwrapping begins. She may use the strip to pull the other too her, or he may use her strip to wrap her playfully to him. Foreplay.

other scene.

The playful intertwining of wraps continues, playfully at first, but then becomes a need to pull the wrappings tighter and tighter and if in hopes to push each other into one another and become one. wrapping chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, head to head. upwrapping and wrapping. until a climax of sort s occurs. stillness wrapped as one.

other scenes.

waking. wrapped. in that terrifying instant the realization of being trapped. clostrophbia. They are tied together, heads to bound they can not see. The act of one trying to pull away only tightens the bonds and thus marks the start of struggle of the two to regain sight, self, freedom. they begin to pull themselves apart but more in a bit knotty mess than by unravelling. The yank and tear. They are each still wrapped and covered head, chest, pelvis, even as they pull part. so even as the closer they get to being apart they are still blinded by the wrappings. The at least rip/ cut the last piece and stand two mummfied individuals stunned.

other scenes.

still covered. stillness. they feel themselves with their hands assessing the blindness. they realize again the desire for the other but are not sure of how or why or what. the fumble for themselves, wanting to run. but unable. the fumble for each other. but cautiously or ambivilently. finally one feels and finds the tail of a ribbon and starts every so gingerly to unwrap the other's bindings. again the are undressing each other. slowly. ever so slowly. until finally the wrapping at last falls away from each other their faces and bodies. and they each stand in a pile of shed skin, naked or something like it, staring into each other.

other scenes.

not sure past this... ideas.



And quickly. I love your image Jenny of the shadow puppet sex with Hustler, etc. text. I also loved your description at the last meeting of your goal for depicting their wedding night and feel to pull that off the use of text may prove to lean toward comedy rather than toward the mass orgasmic hotness you were mentioning. I feel that state of euphoria is so far beyond our deeply flawed language of words, that I would be more apt explore how to create that degree of heat in other mediums. However I also totally love the idea and would love to play with it and am all for being persuaded otherwise.