Untamed A piece to be approached as a poem. Yet there is a story ... The untamed, perhaps even called a 'soul' reimagines the past. Alone having left Korea, untamed has wandered foreign horizons. Releasing a blur of pain, lips call out scaring away the bitter hurt. In early autumn returning to Seoul, a place once called home, wild faces the times. What did Korea mean? What does it bring now? The flowering tree under the harvest moon beckons. Tread softly for the journey has just begun. Prologue Spirit, form the Koryo Dynasty, enters. Plays Buk & dances: cleansing the space. Exits (5 min.) I. Facing the Past Wild emerges from the flowering tree. Finds a posted paper on the tree and reads Yi Sang poem: Flowering Tree / 꽃나무 On an open field a flowering tree stands with no other like it nearby the flowering tree blossoms with a burning heart as if thinking of another flowering tree burns its heart. The flowering tree cannot reac
Full Moon ... Winter Solstice ...
Time Lines ...
"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
(T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding)
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:: note :: ... coyoto howls ... there on the floor ... there's a hole ... there's a hole ... there's a whole in my mukluk which the world will see ... there's a toe ... there's a toe ... there's a toe in the hole in my mukluk which the world will see ... there's a rabbit on the toe in the hole in my mukluk which the world will see ... there's feathers on the rabbit on the toe in the hole in my mukluk which gaia does see ... there's a pouch ... there's a pouch ... there's a pouch in the hole in my mukluk in the bottom of the .... " just gimme that pouch" - & rabbit did ... it was cold ... it was cold ... it was so cold for coyoto ... clutching the pouch ... leaving rabbit with a whole in the mukluk this mid-season ... not knowing barely showing the tears ... pulling the old grey oilman hat down over the eyes ... hiding the face ... howling silent cries in that short day when the sun shines brightest ... oh and the moon ... the moon ... the moon that watery mirror ... there's a song ... there's a song ... there's a song the hole world will hear ... so take good care gaia ... play ...
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