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Encaptivated, strained within, We're accuracy of silent stream Over the rocks. The breath So yearning to break free Between desire and a dream. Withheld is about contained spaces inside.


First seemingly frustrating and delimiting, otherwise recognised they are lines of poetry. Thus relations between dancers are those of twins in a womb, prisoners in a cell, souls trapped in limbo, human beings in the intermediate state of life, withheld by the past within the present.


Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The Second Coming, William Butler Yeates


From a deep sense of touch with ours eyes wide open, we gaze into a moment of undeniable truth. The strength from the gaze takes us into a abstraction of memories and psychological impulses, all from the deep sense of contact and physical touch. ‘a gaze’ is a tangent from Brendan and Tony’s ongoing morphing series of Dionysus’s Molecule.


In the aspiration for change one strives only to realise the cyclic pre-determinacy - such is the fate of Sisyphus.


Yet here the fabric of the myth is raptured by the trance. In the trance of Sisyphus the burden, the longing and the mountain become one.

The synthesis is thus complete: what was fate becomes creative destiny.

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