Jonathan, A Complex Question

Cast: Ansel Elgort, Suki Waterhouse, Patricia Clarkson
Director: Bill Oliver
Screenwriters: Peter Nickowitz, Bill Oliver, Gregory Davis
Venue: Tribeca Film Festival (Spotlight Narrative)
100 minutes, Science-Fiction

Jonathon was introduced as a movie that should have no introductions. The only insight to this Tribeca Film Festival feature before watching it, was that it belonged to a science-fiction genre. “Great”, I thought, “I hate sci-fi.” If you’re anything like me, sit tight; it isn’t what you think.  I warmed up to the film when the facilitator announced that like me, he jumped into the movie with two feet blindly, not knowing at all what it was about. “Keep going,” I thought. Though it was technically a science fiction movie, it lived in a common and familiar setting that makes it feel all too real. He was right. It was defyingly relatable and as one who struggles with the duality of mind and passion, it hit unforvingly close to home. Continue reading “Jonathan, A Complex Question”



Where will you perch for the last time?

You flutter from here to there and everyone admires you for your distinct color.

Everyone knows you by name.

Everyone can see you in the crowd of other brown birds, thickets of brown branches, and leaves.

There’s no mistaking you.

Bluebird, you’re one of a kind.
Bluebird, you’re not rare.
Bluebird, you’re uncommon.
Bluebird, you’re a delight.

Bluebird, tell me,
When is your last flight?

Watching Ballet

For a moment, I saw my humanity lying on the floor on a stage during a ballet performance. He laid there with his eyes dutifully glued to the ceiling. I could see him because my ticket said A24. Only once he tried to roll his eyes back to see his colleague dancing. How difficult it must be to lay there with everyone dancing behind you, just out of reach. Right now, it’s not my turn dance but to quiet catch my breath, looking dutifully where I’m supposed to, because it’s a part of my performance.

I started to cry and directed all my concentration on him. I hope he could feel it: the human extension.

The second time I felt my worth, was during the duet. This time I felt myself on Earth, as a part of a whole. I felt all the tenderness of touch . Most importantly, it reminded me that I was full of love and emotion. It seemed that there (in that moment), I had no more hate to give. How could I let this (my will) expire? No, this (feeling) could not be wrong. No, this should not be snuffed. There was no man, no woman, no black, no what; there wasn’t a thing as power. It was me, the world, the world within and without me.

How beautiful a thing that as humans, we dance for each other. We play music for each other. We give each other these gifts. It made me feel very hopeful and glad to be alive.

If art is not your most valuable currency, then I am a pauper. 

Watching 21st Century Choreographers at the New York City Ballet, May 1, 2018.
                   Dance Odyssey 
                   Pictures at an Exhibition
                   Year of the Rabbit 

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