Sandra's Response to August 2009 Assignment

The study focused on the following parts of two different stanzas of the poem: A Woman to Her Lover : Annamaya: maruninagari danda:

"Don’t you know the house?
The love gods marketplace of passions,...
Its gates are signed by the love god ..."

The main image I created the movement on was an abstract description of the gates- tracing the details, feeling its texture, following the height and width, etc. It was overlaid with the emotional content of a woman reflecting the "marketplace of passions" from the threshold of the gate.

Cynthia's Response to August Assignment: hidden tamarind

I created a sitting abhinaya piece, called "hidden tamarind," in response to the first two stanzas of the Annamaya padam.

password "cynthiabai"

Here are notes on my internal dialogue while performing the study:

Shyamala's response to August Assignment

For this poem, I thought I'd try not to start at a point of meaning (which would be my normal habit) and instead I used a technique I learned in a workshop with Janis Brenner: I sounded out each word, stretching it and breaking it apart. Then I made movements to each word or syllable, or sound.

Cynthia and I thought the resulting character seemed "desperate," but Anj thought she was more sensual/passionate!

Anjali's Response to August Assignment

I translated the first stanza of the following poem using the heroine's body as a metaphor for "house."

Woman to Her Lover : Annamaya: maruninagari danda

Don’t you know my house,

Garland in the palace of the Love God,

Where flowers cast their fragrance everywhere?

Don’t you know the house hidden by tamarind trees,

In that narrow space marked by two golden hills?

That’s where you lose your senses,

Where the love god hunts without fear.

Don’t you know my house?

Creative Assignment for August 2009

by Anjali Tata 

Translate through movement one or two stanzas from the following poem and find a symbolic meaning as well as recurring movement motif (can be a gesture or one movement) for "house."

Be aware of space and boundaries in space that might differentiate this symbolic "home" from elsewhere.

A Woman to Her Lover :  Annamaya: maruninagari danda

Don’t you know my house,

Garland in the palace of the Love God,

Where flowers cast their fragrance everywhere?

 

Don’t you know the house hidden by tamarind trees,

In that narrow space marked by two golden hills?

 

That’s where you lose your senses,

Where the love god hunts without fear.

 

Don’t you know my house?

 

Don’t you know the house?

The love gods marketplace of passions,

The dusk where the dark clears, and yet it is not clear?

 

Don’t you know the house where you live in your own heart?

That’s where all affections hold court.

 

Don’t you know my house?

 

Don’t you know the house where the garden of daturas make you go mad with love?

You should know:  you’re the lord of Venkata hill

 

Its gates are signed by the love god

And you should know that’s where

 You heap all your wealth

 

---Annamaya 262, Telugu courtesan song from When God is a Customer:  Telugu Courtesan Songs by Ksetrayya and Others, edited and translated by A. K. Ramanujan, Velcheru Narayana Rao, and David Shulman.  Berkeley: University of California Press, 1994. 

Sandra's Response to the July 2009 Creative Assignment

Localized Translations

For the July creative assignments, I built on two different ideas, which were responses to previous assignments. Using the sound score that Cynthia had created as part of the Cyber-Padam assignment, Shyamala choreographed a skype call using an in-built web-cam for the June 09 assignment "Translating Each Other, Translating the Past."

Combining those two ideas with the requirements of the July 2009 Creative Assignment, which asked to "localize" a translation, I translated Cynthia's sound score, which I repeated and layered, into movement, specifically addressing my web cam.  I filmed this in various locations, such as on the train, and in my temporary home during a creative residency.

Here is an excerpt:

Sandra's Response to the July 2009 Creative Assignment from Sandra Chatterjee on Vimeo.

Anjali's Response to July Assignment

I translated the following section entitled "wrist" of Cynthia's artbook. I was particularly drawn to how the metaphors came alive to me both on a visual and visceral level....thus followed my study of "wrist" shot close. I will be re-shooting and choreographically refining this study so we can show it at the upcoming Sea and Space performance.

]wrist[

a delicate bandage a bone a twiggy little snap. oh slim white stab of a waist unwrapped. blackened sweet. a virgin chocolate bar crinkles her glittery skirt but such a disapproving purse. disapproving she twists her bittermelon mouth splitting shut. oh. oh oh no. white hot mirchi stops dead in her tracks. cut red. a rough and ready grab, a wolf whistling fist, an iron bangle tapping her curved rear.

(by Cynthia Lee)

Cynthia's Response to July Assignment: Remembering Homes in the Moment

For my "Localized Translations" study, I first spent some time learning the movement from Anjali's June assignment off the video. Then, I did a text-movement improvisation in which I told stories about "home" while drawing on Anjali's movement material. Here is a transcription of what I said:

Remembering Homes in the Moment

The little yellow table in a Mexican restaurant called Tacos Por Favor. The paint’s a little bit, the paint’s a little bit uneven, and they use chicken breast instead of dark meat. I used to go there, I, I used to go there, I used to go there, I would bring my book, my journal, and I would...I would write. And sometimes I would drink an horchata. That’s home number one – Home number two...is the sweep of freeway, the sweep of freeway. The mighty elevated concrete and the way it twists and it turns across each other. The 5, the 10, the 60, the, the, the driving. The perpetual driving. The bluetooth. The talking and driving and working. The perpetual the – the car accidents. The, the the the stop, the stop and go. The waiting. The NPR. The still not. The rush hour. The traffic. The planning one’s life around the sweep...the sweep of time and the sweep of concrete, that’s home number two. Pfwuh! Home number three. Home number three I remember, my pores remember, they remember the...sweat and grime and coming home and sneezing black snot out of my nose. And rickshaws and BEEP! and little trucks and camels and cows and...humidity. And a pair of feet, soft, of my teacher.

Shyamala's response to July assignment

I chose to translate Anjali's contemporized Anandabhairavi Varnam longing for her lover from last month's studies:
"My Lord, please come quickly so that we can be united once again. Love in separation.

In order to make it my own (and because I didn't know the song she sang in hers) I used the Beatles Song "Don't Let Me Down" which I thought could also portray the same sense of longing but also with other emotions...rapture, loss, anger, desperation, cajoling.

Because it was supposed to be a "localized" translation, I did it on the front stairwell of my apartment, like I really was waiting for my lover to return. It turned out to be quite narrow, which was a challenge. I did enjoy using the hand rail to lean into and bounce off of.


Don't Let Me Down (study) from Shyamala Moorty on Vimeo.


PASSWORD TO WATCH: Stairs

July 2009 Creative Assignment: Localized Translations

Creative Assignment: Localized Translations
by Sandra Chatterjee

From the June 2009 assignments, choose one aspect of one of the studies by another collective members. Choreograph a study that translates this one aspect into the place you call home. In order words, interpret another member’s previous translation according to your specific geographic locale. Localize the interpretation by drawing on and evoking specific imagery that distinguishes your geographic locale and home.

As Cynthia mentioned in the last assignment, the root of translation is “to carry across.” In this particular assignment, please think of it as carrying a translation into your specific home and have it be colored, re-interpreted by this process.

-July 2009

Anjali's Response to June Assigment

Translating one sahityam (verse's) line from Anandabhairavi Varnam. The heroine says, "My Lord, please come quickly so that we can be united once again. Love in separation.

Cynthia's Response to June Assignment: Harassing the Sanskrit Heroine

In response to the June 09 creative assignment, "Translating Each Other, Translating the Past," I created an artbook that interrogates the North Indian light classical song form of thumri, which is traditionally danced by kathak dancers. I was interested in revealing the form's historical layers, erasures, and troubled eroticism by combining poetic text and photographic image. In many ways, the book is a companion piece to an academic article I have written, titled "the erotic trace/erasure of the courtesan in kathak dance and thumri music."

Here is a pair of images from the book, which is currently titled writingthruthumri:

Photo by Shyamala Moorty; text from “Thumri: The Role of Aesthetic Theory in the Interpretation and Performance of a Modern Genre” by Lalita Du Perron. The SOAS Literary Review (2), July 2000. 

And here, from another section of the book, is a poem I wrote as an imaginative expansion on a single word, “wrist,” from the traditional thumri, “Kahe Rukata,” by Bindadin Maharaj.  The writing style emulates that of African-American poet, Harryette Mullen, in her work Trimmings, which is itself an emulation of Gertrude Stein’s Tender Buttons. How does a woman come to be signified by and objectified into her body parts? 

]wrist[

a delicate bandage a bone a twiggy little snap.  oh slim white stab of a waist unwrapped.  blackened sweet.  a virgin chocolate bar crinkles her glittery skirt but such a disapproving purse.  disapproving she twists her bittermelon mouth splitting shut.  oh.  oh oh no.  white hot mirchi stops dead in her tracks.  cut red.  a rough and ready grab, a wolf whistling fist, an iron bangle tapping her curved rear.

Shyamala's response to June assignment

Cyber Chat, Cyber Spat (Shyamala's perspective) from Shyamala Moorty on Vimeo.

I was so excited by Cynthia's music from the last assignment. I imagined a group choreography inspired by all of us on a "skype call" to the music. Sometimes one person would be the "speaker" (gesturally), and the rest would listen (stillness) or respond in different ways, sometimes all would speak at once. Once in a while someone would get "dropped" from the call (disappear from the stage) and as the moderator I'd have to "drag" her back.

But, since I couldn't choreograph the whole group, I just made my own end of the skype call....on a particularly frustrating day, since you can hear all the distractions and interruptions in the music and the rhythm felt argumentative to me. I chose to use the song in the background for my "daydream" section in the middle.

June Creative Assignment: Translating Each Other, Translating the Past

by Cynthia Lee

The root of translation is “to carry across.”

Choreograph a study that translates (1) a previous study choreographed by another PN member during our online creative assignment process and/or (2) a “traditional” abhinaya song/courtesan text. The latter may be from your classical repertoire or found through research. Translate this material into your own body, aesthetic sensibility, physical training, geographic locale, contemporary situation, in a way that resonates for you.

Feel free to mistranslate, to steal unapologetically, to treat translation as transformation. You could steal movement vocabulary, poetic phrases, images; you could translate compositional structure or spatial design to a new context; you could translate across disciplines and dance styles and historical period...

-June 2009

Shyamala's response to Cyber Padam Assignment

I created a padam as a conversation between a young woman and her mother. I never managed to create the cyber part, but the piece itself, with a lot of coaching from Cynthia, actually became a part of my solo show, Carrie's Web. Here's the finished version.

Carrie's Web Excerpt: Artesia to her Mother from Shyamala Moorty on Vimeo.

Cynthia's Response to Cyber-Padam Assignment

For my "cyber-padam," I decided to create a sound-score. I thought about what the usual elements of our internet conference calls are: bad reception, overlapping voices, the sounds of typing, and the occasional interruption by Anjali's little daughter Neva.  In addition to referencing some of these sounds literally, I created a more abstract sense of overlapping voices through the use of kathak bols. I took two different compositions - one an amad and one a chakradar, but both based on the syllables "tat tat ta tuka" - that I had learned from my teacher Bandana Sen, and overlapped them.  This compositional technique reflects my interest in exploring polyrhythms in a North Indian rhythmic context, an interest that was sparked by my collaborations with tabla player Lenny Seidman. Underneath all this, I added an old field recording of Begum Akhtar singing a ghazal to give a sense of a love story.

Creative Assignment: Cyber-Padam

by Shyamala Moorty

Create a padam with yourself as the heroine in conversation with an actual lover, or child, home, parent, self, media parsonality, pet, etc. Communicate the padam as if it is being told during the trials and tribulations of one of our remote conference meetings via the interenet.

On Long Distance Collaboration

We developed the idea of collaborating long distance because of the varied locales we live in: Los Angeles, Kansas City, and Munich. For a long time, we have filed our administrative documents online and held administrative meetings via internet-based conference calls, while relying on in-person artistic collaborations when we could arrange to be in the same city. Recently, however, we have become interested in how we could use these internet technologies to support the creative process itself. Perhaps it flies in the face of established dance-making processes, but hey, it is an increasingly globalizing world, and necessity is the mother of invention.

Each month we take turns giving a choreographic assignment. We have several weeks to complete it, video-tape it, and upload it to the blog along with feedback questions. Once each individual’s interpretation of the assignment is posted, we all have a week to view it and give feedback via comments on the blog.

The following entries document the creative assignments given thus far and give glimpses of the material that has been generated through this process.

Post Natyam's Current Project

As the starting inspiration for our newest creative project, we would like to grapple with the artistic legacy of the courtesans of the Indian subcontinent, creating choreographic translations informed by our positionalities as contemporary women with Indian dance training living in an age of globalization.

The courtesans were interdisciplinary performance artists long before such a term was coined: dancers-actors-singers who performed love songs for both gods and human patrons. Their artistic legacy has deeply informed the Indian classical performing arts, particularly in the realm of abhinaya, a complex and subtle form of acting whereby the dancer interprets poetic texts with gesture and facial expression. At the same time, in modern-day practice, the courtesans' contributions have been masked, and their art has been sanitized, domesticated, and de-eroticized to suit a modern patriarchal and Hindu nationalist agenda.

So how does the courtesans’ rich and troubled artistic legacy inform us today? We are interested in exploring the possibilities of re-routing the poetry of South Asian courtesans through internet age technologies, translating them through the specifics of our geographic locales.