Last Landscape

A choreography of separation and rebirth.

cute plover standing on ground in nature

In exile, a body becomes the means for making truth, denied.

The artist’s body a surrogate, the absent and the dead shine through.

In this container of memory, the present is only fleeting:

bird, river, house. Drip, wind, birdsong.

Gather now, impossible communion.

Human form becomes arid field, then a river

running. Witness, can you remember 

the homes of your lives

and your deaths?

The body is the song,

the message, 

the map,

the only home

and the last stranger on earth.

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Inspired by Last Landscape, choreographed by Josef Nadj, with music by Vladimir Tarasov. 

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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