grass and water / jumping and swimming

By Dave Mann  1998 A day of freshly cut grass and Gatti’s ice-creams. In the front garden, my sister teaches me to do cartwheels – she does not succeed. “You keep jumping into it and bending your arms,” she tells me. “Keep your arms and legs straight. Pretend you have a steel pole running through…

editorial: jumping

.JUMPING. is not just a verb reserved for dancers, athletes and those small little spiders you find in the kitchen that leap up threateningly, even when your mom assures you they’re harmless. no… JUMPING is a verb that has morphed and changed with time and has found its way to be one of the four…

Thoughts about Verbs

Nicola van Straaten A while ago, Kopano, Julia and I were discussing the idea of themed issues for Any Body Zine (ABZ). In case you aren’t quite aware of what you’re reading right now, ABZ is a collective publishing project that the three of us have been doing together since our first issue came out…

Falling (audio contribution)

Mmakgosi Kgabi I met Nicola van Straaten as we began our studies together (they call it sommersemester in Germany 2017) for the MA in Solo Dance and Authorship as a homegirl from one of the many places „ I am from“. Nicola told us about her zine and asked me if I would be interested…

Chin up, Buttercup

JJ Pelechaty Chin up, Buttercup JJ is an analogue collage creator that also makes zines, radio noises and a whole lot of love.  She lives and works in Rochester, NY. Find JJ on instagram @mixedmessagesclub  

Letting Go, or Falling

Julia de Rosenwerth I’ve been thinking a lot about ‘falling’ as a kind of ‘letting go’ and am linking this to dance training. I’ve also been thinking a lot about what makes a good dancer. Is it the ability to have near absolute-control over one’s body? i.e. the ability to NOT fall? Is the ability…

white boy love

Ariana Munsamy — i could write poetry about what it means to fall in love with a white boy over and over again but id be lying if i told you that he didnt rape me in a bathroom when i was 15 in a pool house when i was 7 im still falling in…

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…