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Anna Halprin Sensory Walk

The body is living art. Your movement through time and space is art. A painter has brushes. You have your body. Anna Halprin The city that gave us the Beats and the Summer of Love is turning into an open-air dormitory for software engineers who make more in a year than most families see in […]

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Anna Halprin Sensory Walk
Savage Blasts at Low Tide: Derek Phillips vs. Sophocles at the Edge of the Bay

Savage Blasts at Low Tide: Derek Phillips vs. Sophocles at the Edge of the Bay

Derek isn’t here to make pretty ambience; he is hunting for the frequency where ancient violence meets the Pacific’s indifference, and somehow in this process the conceptual exercise transforms into something I can actually feel in my chest, the kind of site responsive work that doesn’t explain itself or apologize, that just exists in a […]

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March 6, 2016 · The City

India Basin, Hunter’s Point

India Basin, Hunter’s Point

Look at these pictures. This is where Anderson & Cristofani built ships, real goddamn ships, wooden scows for San Francisco Bay. From the early 1870s to the mid-1930s, right here along Innes Avenue in the India Basin at Hunter’s Point. A row of yards where men who actually knew what the hell they were doing […]

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Rehearsing Under the Wings of Dead Men

Rehearsing Under the Wings of Dead Men

You’re sitting there with your muse and your muse is telling you something and you’re following it, and you end up the next day looking at it and thinking “what the hell was the muse saying to me?” Nathan Oliveira I rehearse in a room built for someone else’s kestrels, someone else’s vision of transcendence, […]

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Slacker Hill Earned Its Name (Until We Showed Up)

Slacker Hill Earned Its Name (Until We Showed Up)

Slacker’s Hill, Marin Headlands: some places just earn their names through the accumulated weight of bodies showing up, doing nothing in particular, letting the view do all the work. But at sunrise, with Muriel Maffre and Ryan Tacata running Euripides fragment #91 (we’re calling itΒ Love is The Fullest Education) on this windswept chunk of rock […]

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Windhover

Speculation in The Windhover, Stanford University I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a […]

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Windhover
Janet Cardiff’s Forty Part Motet: A Dispatch from the Void Between Here and Never

Janet Cardiff’s Forty Part Motet: A Dispatch from the Void Between Here and Never

The academics want you to believe that live performance (the sweating, breathing, bleeding out loud presence of actual human bodies in actual space) carries some sacred charge that recordings can’t touch. That there’s magic in the ephemeral, nobility in the disappearing act. Every moment unique, finite, gone the second it happens. Like watching your best […]

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