TERMINATION
JOE'S MOVEMENT EMPORIUM
termiNATION is an in-process movement-based solo work investigating life and death through the lens of a pregnant war widow. Inspired by an adolescence and early adulthood steeped in the events of post-9/11 and the recent inauguration of Donald Trump, this piece explores the role women have to play as we carry this new era of politics to term. In the maelstrom of American culture, 21st-century colonialism and the cyclical blind faith to trust the institution, termiNATION looks to use the last sixteen years worth of politics, perspective and war to ask ourselves what kind of world we want to create for our children.
termiNATION
Written & Directed by Alexandra Kelly Colburn
Costumes & Assistant Direction by Jeannette Christensen
Lighting by Dylan Uremovich
Sound by Jeff Dorfman
Choreography & Training by Jonathan Hsu
Projections, Multimedia, & Scenery by Alexandra Kelly Colburn
with performances by Peter Antone Leibold IV, Jeannette Christensen, Jeff Dorfman, Dylan Uremovich, Matthew Buttrey, Karen Dolle, Brandi Martin, Agyeiwaa Asante, Annie Chowdhury, and Alexandra Kelly Colburn
termiNATION was produced at Joe's Movement Emporium on November 17, 2017
as part of the NextLOOK Residency,
a partnership between The Clarice Smith Performing Arts Center and Joe's Movement Emporium
Costumes & Assistant Direction by Jeannette Christensen
Lighting by Dylan Uremovich
Sound by Jeff Dorfman
Choreography & Training by Jonathan Hsu
Projections, Multimedia, & Scenery by Alexandra Kelly Colburn
with performances by Peter Antone Leibold IV, Jeannette Christensen, Jeff Dorfman, Dylan Uremovich, Matthew Buttrey, Karen Dolle, Brandi Martin, Agyeiwaa Asante, Annie Chowdhury, and Alexandra Kelly Colburn
termiNATION was produced at Joe's Movement Emporium on November 17, 2017
as part of the NextLOOK Residency,
a partnership between The Clarice Smith Performing Arts Center and Joe's Movement Emporium
design plates.
screen shots from gopro.
EXCERPTS FROM "SKYPE LOVE LETTERS"
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Why was it different?
Jamie, I know it's silly but... praying to you just doesn't seem right. I still wanna call you and I...still wanna see your face on the other end of the line. I buried you today. I didn't even get to see your face... closed coffin. When was the last time I saw you? It must've been about a month ago but it seems so far away. Even this morning feels far away. I woke up this morning and I rolled over to your side of the bed and I realized that you weren't there. And I must've been waking up like that for the last 35 days. I've been waking up like that for the last month. The last couple months but something was different. I don't know why but something was different. I wanna say call me back but I know you won't. Call me back, Jamie. Call me back. |
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Am I even me without you?
Oh, god! When I woke up this morning my eyes were so puffy I couldn't see. I had to put chamomile tea bags just to reduce the swelling and that helped a little but as I could see again I just started crying. I'm exhausted from crying. There are no tears they just won't come. It's like... It's like I've run out. Jamie. Jamie, Jamie, Jamie. Oh, God -- I'm not ready to let you go. I'm not ready. How am I supposed to move on? How am I suppose to get over feeling like this? We've known each other since we were seven. That's a long time to know someone and I know you. I know you. Losing you is like losing one half of me. Am I even me without you? Am I even me without you... I must be but -- I'm not so sure. Call me back, Jamie. Just call me back. |
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Am I forgetting you?
Jamie. Jamie. Jamie Everytime I say your name I see your face and it brings me one step closer to... to really feeling you here. Jamie. Jamie. Jamie. I just say your name over and over and over and over again and... you're here. It's you. you're really here and it's not like the pictures I have of you. It's you. It's us. It's everything we had and everything we were supposed to have. Jamie. Jamie. Jamie. Jamie. Jamie. But sometimes when I say your name and -- no matter how many times I say it over and over and over again-- sometimes...Sometimes I see you and you're a little different. You're a little different. Something is different. Something is off. It's like... I can't put my finger on it. Jamie. God, do you think I'm forgetting you? Oh, no. Jamie. Jamie. Jamie. Everything in this house reminds me of you. There's that stain on the living room floor from when you and Dave were outside playing football and you caught something underneath your shoe and you tracked it all over the beautiful new rug and oh my God I was so mad at you. No matter what I did, it didn't matter. I was just scrubbing the shit out of the floor and that stain just wouldn't come out. Bleach wouldn't even help it! You just sat on the couch with your shoes off and just laughed at me and God that made me even more mad. You just tackled me to the floor and started tickling me which of course made me even more mad but I was laughing at the same time so it didn't even matter. Who gives a shit about a stained rug when I have you? I think I am forgetting you, Jamie. How do I make that stop? Hm? How do I make it stop? Just make it stop. Just make it stop. Just come back home. Come back, Jamie. Come back. |