A Study of Flight
Painting and poetry by Julia Cost I have flown through the night since I was small. My flight is a breaststroke through the sky It takes just a few powerful strokes to soar for miles I skim over trees, leaves brushing my belly I rush low over the surface…
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Paintings and poetry by Julia Cost I like to stand on train platforms very close to the edge and feel the rush of the cars charging past me When they are finally gone I feel like I am going to fall over I like to stand hands-free in speeding…
Read articleObservations of Alessio Silvestrin’s rehearsal, June 10, 2012
By Julia Cost This is a sea 33 skulls pull along individual arcing trajectories Chins land on invisible shelves Hips jut out and torsos rearrange carefully between Legs step in a strange spiral beneath, spring loaded and exact uncoiling precisely into an arrival Restart Like looking at leaves blowing in…
Read articleReflections on the San Francisco Conservatory of Dance’s Student Showcase
By Julia Cost Sometimes, when I watch dance, it feels like falling into a black hole Even before it has begun something about the line of dancers shifting subtlely, eyes downcast makes the air bend irrepressibly upon itself Solo in front of crowd Beneath half lowered lids she sees out…
Read articleA Study of Grandeur
By Julia Cost A Study of grandeur Part I On my way home at night, I pass a castle A man is stretched across the doorstep spotlit Part II On the escalator, a woman, pink pants, white turban Races halfway up and sits down Metal throne ascending into blinding white…
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