Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Bonnie Sue Stein
November 30, 2010
Tonight was the first performance of GATHERING SPACE at Al Balad in Amman, Jordan
My thoughts tonight and today were all about water. There is not enough here.
In the desert, there is little or no water.
Maybe we need to cry more to create tears? Then turn them into water?
It’s about water and tears.
We fear the tears.
The tears tear us up.
We tear up with tears.
We are torn.
We are torn with the tears.
I do not want to expel water from my eyes because that is a waste in the desert.
I must conserve these tears
Why not drink our tears? Or cry crocodile tears.
Crocodile tears (or superficial sympathy) are a false or insincere display of emotion such as a hypocrite crying fake tears of grief.
Am I (are you?) crying crocodile tears instead of real ones?
The women in the first row at the performance tonight were crying during Sizzle’s last song. I was also crying. The song is so emotional, and the dancers are doing Palestinian dance steps on top of a camouflage tarpaulin. The image is all together, birth, death, life and pain.