Brief notes on Trisha Brown Dance Company at the Joyce

Dance writing, May 2025

I. Time Again

make a house with me, the walls fold up and in. they are made of wicker, like your flighty fingers. I like how your limbs move like unruly wind chimes. Sing with the birds. Talk loudly in the kitchen, I’ll listen from the yard. The soft shadows caress our faces, they pull at us. I fill with longing. Swinging together and we know how to grow up. It’s happened already. It will happen again.

II. Opal Loop/ Cloud Installation #72503

fast and fly and you are so hard to tie down. a little lost and lazy. secrets and itches. get on your toes to make a wish. it's childish, a dream, important. then restless like a nightmare. we’re so forgetful but forget me not. listen there’s nothing. not even a breath. but your whisper.
it’s getting dark. it’s nighttime. I can hear you. Gone by morning. Gone. by morning but I’m very tired. It’s just. an almost. one or the other.
touch, to not touch, to save yourself from it.

III. Son of Gone Fishin’

It’s playtime. It’s very serious. look—my leg. Grab my hand. weeee and boom and spin and touch. we’ll run. we’ll go far. little boxes everywhere
say, hello.
It’s playful and dangerous. Read directions. Stay fit. Watch out. Play pretend (robots pac-men bugs like little people noticing
weeeee-ake up! sun up! Look out
for me please

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These notes were written on the May 2nd Trisha Brown Dance Company performance at the Joyce Theater.

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