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Me waiting for Reggae class to start.
Ohno I gotta ****.
Me grab me *******
and make a loud squeek
so beautiful, twas like art.
Reggae = art.
**** = art.
Reggae = ****.
Me in da wrong place at da wrong time.
Headin' down da alley on me way to pick up me 'erb.
Suddenly, Big Boy 'pears round da corner.

Ohno

Da Big Boy grabs me and take me lunch money.
'ow am I gunna get me 'erb now?
He beats me like me papa did.
Jus when Big Boy gonna trow da final punch...

ohyeah

Da boys arrive for battle.
Spliffs in der mouts.
Vengeance in der eyes.
TruckerWithAPassionForReggae grabs da Big Boy.
'olds 'im down n saves me reggae life.
Blunt Blastah Mastah punches da Big Boy.
Don touch me boombastic buddy he says.
DertyBeatzFromDaStreetz goes in for da **** with a ***** reggae kick.
Reggae Mon Offishal gets me kush cash back.
Me in da clear.

We killed a man, but our flame of friendship burnt bright that night.
Like our spliffs, the light was jus' right, mon.
I'd like to thank the accademy for my reggae king nomination. I'd also like to thank the reggae boys, because without you, my reggae dreams would never become a reality. God bless you Isis.
Michelle Ang Apr 2013
That earth spirit

black, dark, flame flickering at the end of the tunnel
i appreciate our ancestors who took care of the soles of their feet

that feet rooted to the earth

that spirit rooted within the body underneath the skin

the soul is not separate from the body
butoh cries out in the darkness for a dance

there is a silent scream

then a piercing sound, you see a Woman's body as she convulses on the ground

you notice the beautiful tendons and muscles in the back and thighs of this one male dancer

Ohno's hands are veiny and paper thin and utterly divine the way it ripples

butoh spirit to the ground and I find my journey for that way of life
starts with taking care of the soles of my feet

Duende and that color black
one step and you won't come back
insomniatrical Aug 2018
I made a mistake,
An awful, terrible mistake.
I didn't think it through,
And now I'm full of hate.
For me, for you,
I don't know what to do.

I know that I was stupid,
I didn't quite think through it.
It was late at night,
I didn't think I'd do it.
And now I'm full of fright,
Because it wasn't right.

I made a stupid choice.
I should have used my voice.
I should have used my head,
I should have had some poise.
So now I feel a dread,
And all I see is red.
25 August 18
Andrew Tinkham Sep 2015
Art, baby.
Art... bebe.
ART! Darlin'.
AARRTttttah!
Fantastico.
Subliminal!
Mil tiempo.
Ohno onoway.
Ooopsidaisical.
Hoorayforartsical!
I'm in LOVE!
For a genius you don't know.
Christina Fong Apr 2020
made sure mama recorded the new episode
of sailor moon every afternoon
my eighth grade euphoria got me through homework
love and justice were worth the wait
couldn't discuss my obsession of tuxedo mask
with my friends until school the next day
i had their numbers memorized but never dared call
unless it was about homework
even then i digested my heartbeat when their parents answered
the phone

in those days the popular girls would write lyrics
backstreet or nsync
battled over which was better by
displaying their fandom on the front covers of their
three-ring binders
while i took 3 hours on aol
waiting to download and print pictures
of apolo ohno and michelle kwan
and some pretty boy actor
whose name i don't remember

my friends wrote letters in a morning glory-like
journal we exchanged between us
once a week
the secrets of our heart
random roaming thoughts
current obsessions
eye candy crushes
in fifth period
whatever happened to that journal?
i think it's in a box under my bed

i took a snapshot of us
under the shade of our lunchtime tree
senior year of high school
the last time i used a camera to document
a single moment in time
before instant came into being
before selfies were a thing
and delay faded
a forgotten dream
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
The first butoh piece, Kinjiki; Forbidden
Colours by Tatsumi Hijikata, premiered
at a dance festival in 1959. It was based
on the novel of the same name by Yukio
Mishima. It explored the taboo of homosexuality
and ended with a live chicken being
held between the legs of Kazuo
Ohno's son Yoshito Ohno, after which
Hijikata chased Yoshito off the stage
in darkness. Mainly as a result
of the misconception that the chicken
had died due to strangulation, this piece
outraged the audience and resulted
in the banning of Hijikata from the festival,
establishing him as an iconoclast.

The earliest butoh performances
were called in English "Dance Experiences."
In the early 1960s, Hijikata used the term
"Ankoku-Buyou" – dance of darkness,
to describe his dance. He later changed
the word "buyo," filled with associations
of Japanese classical dance, to "butoh,"
a long-discarded word for dance that
originally meant European ballroom dancing.

In later work, Hijikata continued
to subvert conventional notions of dance.
Inspired by writers such as Yukio Mishima,
Lautréamont, Artaud, Genet and de Sade,
he delved into grotesquerie, darkness,
and decay. At the same time, Hijikata
explored the transmutation of the human
body into other forms, such as those
of animals. He also developed a poetic
and surreal choreographic language,
butoh-fu (fu means "notation" in Japanese),
to help the dancer transform into other states of being.
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Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
The Gutai group Gutai Bijutsu
Kyōkai is the first radical, post-war
artistic group in Japan. It was founded
in 1954 by the painter Jiro Yoshihara
in Osaka, Japan, in response
to the reactionary artistic context
of the time. This influential group
was involved in large-scale
multimedia environments, performances,
and theatrical events and emphasizes
the relationship between body
and matter in pursuit of originality.
The movement rejected traditional
art styles in favor of performative
immediacy.

Butoh, Butō is a form of Japanese dance
theatre that encompasses a diverse range
of activities, techniques and motivations
for dance, performance, or movement.
Following World War II, butoh arose
in 1959 through collaborations between
its two key founders Hijikata Tatsumi
and Ohno Kazuo. The art form is known
to "resist fixity" and be difficult to define;
notably, founder Hijikata Tatsumi viewed
the formalisation of butoh with "distress".
Common features of the art form include
playful and grotesque imagery, taboo
topics, extreme or absurd environments,
and it is traditionally performed in white
body makeup with slow hyper-controlled
motion. However, with time butoh groups
are increasingly being formed around
the world, with their various aesthetic
ideals and intentions.

Shozo Shimamoto and Jiro Yoshihara
founded Gutai together in 1954,
and it was Shimamoto who suggested
the name Gutai. The kanji
used to write 'gu' meaning tool,
measures, or a way of doing something,
while 'tai' means body. Yoshihara
considers it to mean "embodiment"
and "concreteness." The group
was officially known as Gutai Bijutsu
Kyokai; Art Association of Gutai.

Butoh first appeared in post-World
War II Japan in 1959, under
the collaboration of Hijikata Tatsumi
and Ohno Kazuo, "in the protective
shadow of the 1950s and 1960s avant-garde".
A key impetus of the art form was
a reaction against the Japanese dance
scene of the time, which Hijikata felt
was overly based on imitating
the West and following traditional
styles like Noh. Thus, he sought
to "turn away from the Western styles
of dance, ballet and modern",
and to create a new aesthetic
that embraced the "squat, earthbound
physique... and the natural movements
of the common folk". This desire found
form in the early movement of ankoku
butō. The term means "dance of darkness",
and the form was built on a vocabulary
of "crude physical gestures and uncouth
habits... a direct assault on the refinement,
miyabi, and understatement, shibui
so valued in Japanese aesthetics."

Coming about during postwar Japanese
reconstruction, Gutai stressed freedom
of expression with innovative materials and
techniques. Gutai challenged imaginations
to invent new notions of what art is with
attention on the relationships between body,
matter, time, and space. After the war, attitudes
regarding cultural exchanging changed amongst
nations as the art environment involved great
optimism for global collaboration. Since artists
were pursuing advances in contemporary art
transnationally, the art environment of the time
fostered thriving conditions for the Gutai group.
For example, with the Treaty of San Francisco
in 1951, there was an increase in cultural
exchanges between Japan and its new western
allies. Gutai artwork began being shown
in exhibitions in both American and European cities.

With post-occupation Japan's emphasis
on freedom, the United States' goal was
as well to promote abstract art in order
to promote democracy. Like the social
reforms of the Allies occupation of Japan
after the war, the United States wanted
to steer Japan, and other axis nations,
away from the more communistic art style
of socialist realism. This helped spread
Gutai art since it sponsored its creation.
One example is the Guggenheim International
Award exhibition that begun after the war
and tactfully included work from Japan,
a former axis state, in order to invite
non-western art into the purview
of contemporary abstract art as it cooperated
with the democratic propaganda.
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Storage on overload
Ohno
Its panic mode
I'm slow like molasses
In the cold
My *** is froze.
See how fast it grows
Individual decisions
Like slivers hope.
My little nose.
My little toes.
My pinching throat.
Like mini morphing rangers
From the center
Of my temple flow
This instrumental
Mental like recession from control
And investment
In the death. Of ghetto Joe.
Regression
Lessons known
To make messages appear with
The heavens home
Get to know the
Death the life the festival
Of dia de las Muertos
And the mortal bones
Of selfish poems
Encrypted with the jealous yet deadly knowing of a little soul
Existing in a mental hole
Equipped with weapons.
Drastically making
Molasses flow.
Like a degrassi episode
Can drake dance
Crip walk
With damaged limbs
You'll never know
Aye its return to ghetto Joe
**** that thougb

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