What a visceral punch it was! I enjoyed this concert. Such bravery is rare; in content and physicality. Brave and choreographed! A powerful combination. From the tiny modulations of movement quality (great rollercoasters of phrasing from free to bound, punchy to languid) to the spatial relationships that carried forward the narrative, with dancers lurking on the walls behind the clothing, to performers equally accomplished as movers and actors, I was taken. I don’t need to sift over my experience, consider my own viewpoint carefully and how it relates here and there to meanings theoretical and historical. Its just my bias I suppose but this dance engaged me on a level before words (the text heightened the punch, provided a context to experience the world they had created, made me think less and feel more). I like this. I do get so weary with reading reading reading dancing. I’d rather be feeling dancing. And how could one not feel in the world Deja Donne had created? Bravo!