Dear Audience,Thank you for joining us in the journey of Pressing Empty.
Please leave your thoughts as comments, we look forward to reading them!
Much love,
Kinesis Project
Choreographer's Notes from the Program:
This evening grew directly out of a collaboration with composer Doug Silver. His haunting melody for the poem The Dream by Edna St Vincent Millay was a springboard for two and half years of exploration of love and emptiness for me.
The steps to create this work were as follows: Doug’s melody, a wedding present that never was, a duet for a beautiful stage couple, the thought of a bride alone for an unfathomable amount of time, a residency at Dance Omi, a duet for two hats, multiple deaths, and re-approaching empty from a place of love.
This performance is dedicated to friends and family that have been left behind by someone they held dear. Our families are the inheritors of the empty spaces left behind when we leave.
Melissa Riker
Choreographer
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The Dream
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.
Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, —
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere
There was a shutter loose, —it screeched!
Swung in the wind, —and no wind blowing! —
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort, —
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,
Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter, —
Ah, it is good to feel you there!
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.
Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, —
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere
There was a shutter loose, —it screeched!
Swung in the wind, —and no wind blowing! —
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort, —
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,
Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter, —
Ah, it is good to feel you there!
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