Editorial Vol. 2 / Issue 2 — F A L L I N G what can we say about ‘falling’? so much, so much, it’s happening constantly, everywhere we look, there is a dialogue with gravity – a moment, an object, a sentence, a statue, a person suspended mid-air, neither landed nor recovered (yet) every…
Three poems: Qondiswa James
Qondiswa James — Crushed Somewhat She is made of bone. She finds herself in unfamiliar skin and the laughter of her soul thinks it could somehow claw its way out She lives inside herself and finds the sharp glare of the world too harsh a light and feels as though the entirety could consume her…
Floor Exercise
Mariana Nobre Vieira Down, down, down. Down. There, down. There. Down? Maybe down, yeah, but it depends. Depends. Deep End. Where you end up, where you fall to, fall through. Faulty. Faults. It has faults. Little cracks and holes and secrets hidden in the cracks and in the holes. Falling falling down falling through….
Checkpoints
Tamryn Pelser SOMA_Movement A reflection: Let’s flip this before the landing plays a part. The question: Was I falling or flying? I wondered whether I was flying towards a tangible liberation or merely falling into doom. Swooping low is simply a graceful fall whilst making progress. Maintaining a mediocre flap, I noticed that I was falling just…
Recollection of a Cadenza
Coila-Leah Enderstein Billy often throws Afrikaans words into conversation. “22 people died.” “In Manchester?” “No, in Egypt.” “Oh, I thought we were talking about Manchester, cos 22 people died there.” “Yes, first 19, then it was 22. But that’s toevallig.” Toevallig. Coincidental.Toe – then val – fall ig – adverb suffix. Something happened ‘in…
A Task
Louise Westerhout “One afternoon, I set myself a project. To photograph myself in all of the 6 rooms of my house in Observatory, in which I have lived for 22 years. My body has been through many cycles in this house; young woman, mother, at death’s door with Stage 4 cancer, middle age. I have…
Photo series: Afro-Cuban Roots
Danielle Coates A bit more about the Danielle Coates and their work: I’m a graphic designer, artist, and recently a zinester. The focus of my personal work explores culture and identity. I deconstruct my experiences and history to understand my racial and cultural identities. I began creating zines back in November and…
Cracks
Juanita de Villiers — my body is not porcelain, but marble it is cracked and streaked blue and white transparent skin reveals veins wrapping around hips like spindly fingers my Mother once told me: You know, your problem is you look about seventeen then you open your mouth and you’re forty But I don’t look…
Rein – a solo performance
By Julia de Rosenwerth In the pits of my heels there are flames, Quelled by my vertical weight. Expel! (as I lie) Down I am falling off the edge of the flat earth. — Event details: https://anybodyzine.org.za/2017/04/26/new-dance-lab-experimental-dance-festival/
falling out #2 – a solo performance
by kopano maroga ||my heart: a half opened citrus fruit you grew tired of peeling/ my heart: a bicycle tyre replete with punctures/ my heart: a metaphor for a metaphor where there should just be bleeding, beating muscle tissue/ my heart: my heart my heart my heart my heart my heart my heart||– falling out #2 — …
NEW DANCE LAB – Experimental Dance Festival
NEW DANCE LAB – Experimental Dance Festival is a platform for progressive and experimental dance performance, curated by Thalia Laric and Kristina Johnstone. Artists participating will present short, 5 minute works-in-progress that engage with risk, immediacy and new research. ANY BODY ZINE will be present at the NEW DANCE LAB in the form of Kopano…
To the Question Mark
Londiwe Gamedze, June 2010 Once I turned a corner without slowing down, without re-training my eyes on the new horizon, without taking a breath to understand the new way. I crashed a blue car in the desert and the rolls and tumbles shook up the whole world inside me. In glistening sheens and matt dullness,…
