We did some free writing about a woman to woman love, and love between teacher and student. Cynthia turned hers into a Padam.
We each embodied the first and third stanza's of the padam.
Here are the videos and below is the padam. All of the passwords are "loop"
Stanza 1: Cyn
29 padam stanza 1 Cyn from Shyamala Moorty on Vimeo.
Stanza 3: Cyn
29 padam stanza 3 cyn from Shyamala Moorty on Vimeo.
Stanza 1: Shy
29 padam stanza 1 Shy from Shyamala Moorty on Vimeo.
Stanza 3: Shy
29 padam stanza 3 Shy from Shyamala Moorty on Vimeo.
PADAM: (Pallavi is "not enough"
We did not perform the greyed out part of stanza 1:
I.
Beloved, I brought you into my body
the ghost of your voice
high tinny reciting bols
your peacock proud chest
your kohl-lined eyes
I lost myself touching your feet
my body soft like a sponge
swimming in unknowing
eyes zero in: your hands moving softly
the breath opening of your chest
my hawk’s eye my vulnerable heart
you were my mirror
the precise tilt of your head
your negotiation of soft and sharp
when you moved i moved
me an imperfect copy
you opening up inside of me
but as much as i tried, i was not enough
II.
i was drawn to you as moth to flame
as a parched traveler to water
but i could not fit in your world
filled with laughing housewives and hilsa and mustard oil
i was not [bengali] enough.
III.
one day you said,
you have become very soft,
cynthia, like a bengali woman.
like you.
but i could not be you
my body would erupt with otherness
the stride too large the eyes too small
the questions unasked
and as much as i loved kathak
its hair-prickling rhythms and mathematical precision
its subtle micromovements and emotional transformation
it was still not enough for me
pishi, kathak was not enough
IV.
you did not know how to love me and give me my freedom
how to treasure my devotion without giving into 3rd world greed
you did not know that perhaps I would exceed your imagination
and perhaps, pishi, you were not enough
V.
i imagine us in a room together
just you and i
love an open channel between two hearts
counting bols
dancing like and unlike each other
but there is never just a room
there is always the world outside
and in the end, pishi,
our love was not enough.
We each embodied the first and third stanza's of the padam.
Here are the videos and below is the padam. All of the passwords are "loop"
Stanza 1: Cyn
29 padam stanza 1 Cyn from Shyamala Moorty on Vimeo.
Stanza 3: Cyn
29 padam stanza 3 cyn from Shyamala Moorty on Vimeo.
Stanza 1: Shy
29 padam stanza 1 Shy from Shyamala Moorty on Vimeo.
Stanza 3: Shy
29 padam stanza 3 Shy from Shyamala Moorty on Vimeo.
PADAM: (Pallavi is "not enough"
We did not perform the greyed out part of stanza 1:
I.
Beloved, I brought you into my body
the ghost of your voice
high tinny reciting bols
your peacock proud chest
your kohl-lined eyes
I lost myself touching your feet
my body soft like a sponge
swimming in unknowing
eyes zero in: your hands moving softly
the breath opening of your chest
my hawk’s eye my vulnerable heart
you were my mirror
the precise tilt of your head
your negotiation of soft and sharp
when you moved i moved
me an imperfect copy
you opening up inside of me
but as much as i tried, i was not enough
II.
i was drawn to you as moth to flame
as a parched traveler to water
but i could not fit in your world
filled with laughing housewives and hilsa and mustard oil
i was not [bengali] enough.
III.
one day you said,
you have become very soft,
cynthia, like a bengali woman.
like you.
but i could not be you
my body would erupt with otherness
the stride too large the eyes too small
the questions unasked
and as much as i loved kathak
its hair-prickling rhythms and mathematical precision
its subtle micromovements and emotional transformation
it was still not enough for me
pishi, kathak was not enough
IV.
you did not know how to love me and give me my freedom
how to treasure my devotion without giving into 3rd world greed
you did not know that perhaps I would exceed your imagination
and perhaps, pishi, you were not enough
V.
i imagine us in a room together
just you and i
love an open channel between two hearts
counting bols
dancing like and unlike each other
but there is never just a room
there is always the world outside
and in the end, pishi,
our love was not enough.