Bursting Bodies of Thought: Artaud and Hijikata, by Michael Hornblow:
"In butoh, the body becomes a kind of topological surface, an interface between what may be expressed and some other hidden realm of infinite potential that is ultimately inexpressible....
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For Artaud.....everything within that matter and thought is inextricably linked along a continuum marked by the interplay of contrary forces....hidden beneath the surface of fact, glossed over by the banality of every day reality, and so it behoves the visionary artist and the radical metaphysician to reveal the lie-- to harness life's hidden force and unleash its cruelty, and an act of creation...."through dissociation and vibratory action upon the sensibility...."
Through a kind of "affective athleticism", the thinking body attempts to apprehend the infinite speed of thought energy in the grasping of a senile hand. What appears is but a shadow, yet one all the more luminous for feeding upon the depths, What may be seen or felt as stage 'presence is perhaps this tension between the virtual and the actual state of resistance in the body; the haunting of some 'thing' glimpsed in the crack of continual metamorphosis..."
"D'iompaigh sé a cheann,
Is do shín amach an lámh sin oilte ar chuardach,
Gach méar ag snámh go mall
Mar mhéaranna ceoltóra ar a uirlis,
Is bhí an uirlis ann
Do sheinn sé ar an aer táin nótaí ciúnais,
Goltraí bog na ndall"
[He turned his head/And stretched out that hand trained in searching/Every finger swimming slowly/Like a musician's hands on his instrument/And the instrument was there/He played a wealth of silent notes on the air/The slow, sad music of the blind]
my own rough translation (it's been a while)
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