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Attention Twin Cities Steve Reich Fans

This Saturday at the Walker, Chicago-based musical group eighth blackbird is performing, among other things, Steve Reich’s newest composition Double Sextet. Reich wrote the piece for eighth blackbird and it won the 2009 Pulitzer Prize in Music. The recording will be released on Nonesuch, but it’s not out yet. For audiences in the Twin Cities, [...]

This Saturday at the Walker, Chicago-based musical group eighth blackbird is performing, among other things, Steve Reich’s newest composition Double Sextet. Reich wrote the piece for eighth blackbird and it won the 2009 Pulitzer Prize in Music.

The recording will be released on Nonesuch, but it’s not out yet. For audiences in the Twin Cities, this is your one chance to hear live a landmark piece of music history.

IF you are unaware of Steve Reich’s sublime and perfect music, let me recommend Music for 18 Musicians, Tehilim, and Different Trains as places to start.

eight blackbird will be performing Double Sextet with local music group Zeitgeist, and the evening’s program -The Only Moving Thing - will also feature eighth blackbird performing work originally composed by Bang On a Can All-Stars founders David Lang, Michael Gordon, and Julia Wolfe. eighth blackbird’s shows include choreographic aspects, so expect the shimmering sheets of musical minimalism to be even less static than usual.

Miroku: the future Buddha to Sartre and the spectrum that lies between

An isolated body in an isolated room. A body contorting swiftly, deftly with grounded grace and specificity. A bounded space that is a prison, a sanctuary, a world of torment, or the mind itself. This past Saturday a group of audience members gathered in the Walker’s balcony bar to discuss diverse impressions left by Saburo [...]

An isolated body in an isolated room. A body contorting swiftly, deftly with grounded grace and specificity. A bounded space that is a prison, a sanctuary, a world of torment, or the mind itself. This past Saturday a group of audience members gathered in the Walker’s balcony bar to discuss diverse impressions left by Saburo Teshigawara’s solo performance Miroku.

For many, Teshigawara’s movements seemed to embody a sweep of tensions in their dynamic, yet intimate, physicality and in the larger relationships created between body and stage set. One could see the angst of Sartre in the contorted efforts of a solitary body lost or forgotten in a barren room, futility and fragility, angular beauty, or the awkwardness of primordial, infantile discovery. The introduction of a bare light bulb added elements of sexuality, violence, and the question of control. In leaning over the light, Teshigawara cast a menacing shadow that seemed to hover over and encroach upon him, revealing the cyclical and embedded nature of attempts at asserting dominance.

Despite the prominence of tension in the work, an underlying harmony seemed to animate the piece, revealed within Teshigawara’s body itself in the physical interconnection required to execute his movements, but also in the performance as gesamtkunstwerk. Teshigawara is a choreographer and performer, but his control over costume, soundscape, lighting and set design created a total work of art where the physical body was not only complimented by, but immersed within an evolving environment. Although sparse, the set maintained a richness of color, shadow, and light that continually transformed in unison with the performer’s shifting states and gestures. Light became Teshigawara’s dance partner – framing him, controlled by him, passing him by, and washing over him.

Emphasizing the meaning of the work’s title, Miroku, the future Buddha, opened and encouraged a distinct range of interpretations. The evening’s program notes furthered this theme, stating that the piece was “based on the spirit to see the present from the eye of the future.” This aspect highlighted moments where Teshigawara seemed to embody a ritual or spiritual impetus, even taking the posture of the reclining Buddha. While Miroku may inspire the question of whether this arrival of the future Buddha is tragic or ultimately liberating, many audience members saw not these extremes, but rather the process of continual struggle that colors an individual’s life in a range of hues.

Philosopher Roland Barthes proclaimed that “the birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author”, but given the immediacy of live performance, does this notion still apply? Where is the line between our entitlement as audience members to take and interpret what we will and a responsibility to the artist to attempt to see what they intended? Speaking of his technique of movement, Teshigawara has stated that “[b]efore understanding there is feeling, and from there it is possible to proceed towards conscious understanding.” Miroku provided a range of possibilities, but as one audience member suggested, these diverse interpretations need not be mutually exclusive. As Teshigawara shifted through a spectrum of motions and states, we as audience members followed suit. In the end, we are left with impressions of individual moments and a larger arc of the evening, memories to carry, recall, and reinterpret. As Teshigawara emphasizes, we “proceed towards” understanding, but part of the richness of the experience is that the process is never complete.

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Thank you to the audience members who gathered Saturday and contributed their thoughtful insights. The above paragraphs highlight portions of our discussion, which was facilitated by Walker tour guide Jenny Skinner and choreographer Ananya Chatterjea. Whether or not you were able to join us, please feel free to add your own comments and questions to continue and expand the discussion in this online forum. Audience members seeking to more deeply engage with the performance may be interested in listening to Justin Jones’ interview with Walker Performing Arts Curator Philip Bither.

Please join us following the performance on May 22 when we will meet in the McGuire Theater’s balcony bar to discuss John Jasperse’s “Truth, Revised Histories, Wishful Thinking, and Flat Out Lies.”

Seeing Saburo Teshigawara/KARAS’s Miroku from the future

The design of Saburo Teshigawara’s stage in Miroku creates an overwhelming sense of PLACE. It seems obvious to write, but this dance BELONGS in this PLACE. It is not a haphazard environment. It is a highly detailed, clean place from which we see Teshigawara’s intensely intricate articulations of muscle and bone – and it does [...]

The design of Saburo Teshigawara’s stage in Miroku creates an overwhelming sense of PLACE. It seems obvious to write, but this dance BELONGS in this PLACE. It is not a haphazard environment. It is a highly detailed, clean place from which we see Teshigawara’s intensely intricate articulations of muscle and bone – and it does seem that he can manipulate his bones.

What a wonder when for a moment, as I watch him dance, I am thinking of snow geese! I think of the long migrations snow geese make and I remember watching thousands of them, gathered in their eating grounds – a wetland suddenly swollen with graceful bird bodies – moving in a method to keep themselves alive. They are eating, in their life-long mating pairs, digging watercress and gulping water. Their movement is constant. And tenacious.

Saburo Teshigawara doesn’t need to tell us what or where this particular place on stage is. It is a place that holds what he gives us through movement and light. And it is through his light (Saburo Teshigawara designs his set, lights and costume) that I am brought to places OUTSIDE the McGuire stage. I remember an ocean. I remember Saburo Teshigawara floating in the tumbled upper layers of waves and I remember him down at the depths. Suddenly this PLACE was the ocean and it was also his mind. It was perhaps his soul. It was a place upon which Saburo Teshigawara imprinted himself so we could travel through fear – if fear was an emotion you happen to feel at any point in this dance – I write this because just as Sabura Teshigawara does not tell us what this place IS or what can and cannot happen in this place, he does not guide us to explicit reactions. He screams, but do we connect to the scream or to the fact that he is safe, here in the place of his own design? The drive to create the picture of screaming evident. The drive to escape, not.

Escape: at one point a door opened in this place. Except there was no actual door. This is what I mean: we were in a place where our minds were a most evident player to this dance. The light created a prison cell block, a serene blue heaven, a nightmare, the tent you were in as a child with friends retelling ghost stories – or, it created none of those places and my particular mind brought me and me alone. THIS, I think, was the simplest beauty of this dance.

Sabura Teshigawara is alone in this place. There is no breach of traditional solo dance structure. There is no invitation into his world. He creates scenes that starkly burn into our eyes. I can see him, now, lit brightly against the wall in the briefest moment before another black-out. I can see the blue light bearing down on him. I can see his open mouth just behind the naked bulb. I can see his shirt, suddenly fluorescent, and I remember wondering if that is what a fishing lure looks like as it trails along in search of an unsuspecting fish mouth.

My eyes did grow tired of trying to catch these moments – there were times when the lights, while not in strobe, were close – and of course, the bare bulb inches from his face or penis – calling me to look but not letting me actually see. It became physically difficult to watch and I appreciate how my physicality was suddenly assumed and swallowed into his show.

I’ve mentioned many places this dance brought me to and I suppose part of this comes from the structure of Miroku. It was built as segments. There was no bleed, no transition, just light that called for my mind to switch from where it had grown accustomed, again and again. I grew tired here too, but isn’t that amazing? That I am pushed in this dance, to move beyond where I am happy, to move constantly, to access my past and my present simultaneously, to see Sabura Teshigawara up there, dancing in his place completely alone and to feel, as I am sitting in a very full audience, also completely alone – my mind the only thing to rely on. As this earth changes, we will have to dance like Sabura Teshigawara. And this brings me to think of the future. This is exciting to me – that I witnessed a dance that brings me to think about the future and to place myself somewhere out there, years from now. When I think back, then, what will I recall?

And now I am going to read my program and to do a little research into Sabura Teshigawara/KARAS’s methods and thoughts. It is rare I ever get to go to show without background information or previous exposure to the artists’ work. So, in honor of this gift, I saved my research until right now. I’m going to start with listening to the Talk Dance podcasts on Miroku that Justin Jones and Philip Bither did: http://channel.walkerart.org/series/talk-dance/

Miroku Reel-to-Reel

What does it mean to present work? More specifically, what is it like for Japanese artists to present their work here in the U.S.? I ask on the occasion of post-performance reflections, having just seen Saburo Teshigawara’s Miroku. But I also ask due to another upcoming occasion; August 2010 will mark 65 years since the [...]

What does it mean to present work? More specifically, what is it like for Japanese artists to present their work here in the U.S.? I ask on the occasion of post-performance reflections, having just seen Saburo Teshigawara’s Miroku. But I also ask due to another upcoming occasion; August 2010 will mark 65 years since the U.S. dropped atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and this anniversary is a notable reminder amongst U.S.-initiated discussion over a nuclear-free world and accusations over alleged nuclear weapons development elsewhere. The nuclear bombings were one way that the U.S. has “presented work” overseas. And this, I think, is helpful to me in understanding Saburo Teshigawara’s Miroku.

Like butoh, which developed in a post-nuclear fallout Japan and which could be interpreted partly as a response to the atomic devastation, Teshigawara’s dance seems equally invested in Japan’s radioactive legacy—how best to respond to the unprecedented aggression of nuclear war and its subsequent aftereffects. Onstage, Teshigawara jerks, writhes, and glides, unspooling like so much tape. It’s no stretch to say that his dance exists in multiple time zones, in different degrees of fast and slow, and his movements convey a seeming reversal of the time we’ve witnessed just before. Dancers, perhaps more than any other artists, know and feel what it means to inhabit the body, to live inside its frame and understand just what the body represents and how it is seen. And Teshigawara, aided as he was by the perfectly discordant sound and light that he designed for this piece, seemed to be slipping free from the past and its prescribed body—its sad blue territory—and to be shaking off the malaise that accompanied what the U.S. wrought on his country.

There is a part in Miroku where Teshigawara stands motionless with his back against the wall, while a zoetrope pattern of lights moves around him and the perimeter of the stage. This is a moment of clarity as we recognize Teshigawara’s distinction between true motion and the illusion of it. And recognizing that Teshigawara created all aspects of this piece helps me understand a further distinction, that sometimes a rapid succession of motion can hide the true illusion, the motive, behind that motion. Despite no words spoken, or perhaps because of it, Miroku seemed to me an act of psychological diplomacy. And what a gift it is when beautiful work is presented.

There are only two nights left to buy tickets.

For audience members who’d like to dig deeper, local choreographer/performer Justin Jones interviewed Performing Arts Curator Philip Bither about Saburo Teshigawara’s Miroku: click here to listen to these podcasts, which are part of Justin’s Talk Dance Series.

Dancing on Glass Shards, or in the Cattle Market

Saburo Teshigawara has danced onstage with animals (GREEN/Raj Packet, which included a goat), created site-specific work in a cattle market (Oxygen), and in his Black Water, three dancers—clad completely in black—dance on an unlit, black stage. Perhaps most incredible, his evening-length piece Glass Tooth is performed on a stage covered completely in broken glass shards. [...]

Saburo Teshigawara has danced onstage with animals (GREEN/Raj Packet, which included a goat), created site-specific work in a cattle market (Oxygen), and in his Black Water, three dancers—clad completely in black—dance on an unlit, black stage. Perhaps most incredible, his evening-length piece Glass Tooth is performed on a stage covered completely in broken glass shards.

Despite his prolific career, Teshigawara rarely performs in the U.S. Which is unfortunate, because he has one of the strongest bodies of work of any contemporary dancer/choreographer. His comprehensive vision also includes the scenography, lighting and costume design for all his dances. Additionally, he works extensively in film/video installations and visual arts. His philosophy in dance/art was chronicled recently in the documentary Still Move. He has inspired many, including choreographer Akram Khan, whose bahok the Walker co-presented last month.

Teshigawara brings his solo Miroku to the McGuire stage, next Thursday-Saturday, April 22-24, in a tour that includes only 3 U.S. stops. Unless you frequent yearly dance festivals in NYC, this chance to see Teshigawara is…rare. Click here for tickets.

From Miroku: