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It has been an incredible year at Lecoq studying movement, and this second year is even more exciting!  I am going deep into writing this year and taking Ecriture at the school. This week it is Le Concret.  So it is all about watching and writing exactly what you see, without adding anything more than what you see ...

 This Sunday I jump over to Paris and join some friends to see Robert Wilson's latest production The Old Woman with Barishnykov and Willem Dafoe.  Then I am in class with Michel Azama.

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Coleen 

Poetry in Movement  is a new blog devoted to my exploration and discoveries while in Paris studying at Ecole Jacques Lecoq.  I hope you enjoy!

Campaign to get Coleen to Paris to study at Ecole Jacques Lecoq!

Coleen Shirin MacPherson has been accepted into Ecole Jacques Lecoq in Paris, France to study theatre and performance with the goal of investigating writing for the stage in a way that is grounded in the body and movement.  In order to pursue her studies she needs to raise $3500.  Please help her in this endeavour:   Click here to see campaign

Thank you kindly!

We are rehearsing for Summerworks 2012!  ... Artaud:  Un Portrait en Decomposition will be something not to be missed, a true exploration and experimentation into the life and work and legacy of Antonin Artaud.  We have built new material since our tour to The International Contemporary Theater Festival in Shangai, China and our production at the Toronto French Theatre in 2011.

Do not miss out on seeing this production starring Adam Paolozza and Coleen MacPherson, directed by Theatre Smith-Gilmour's Michele Smith.  

Check out Summerworks Website for more information

Check out Coleen MacPherson in Andrew Penner (Sunparlour Player's) Music Video for Summerworks directed by Kari Pederson
Click here:                      Summerworks Song - Give me a Hint of Your Light

#366daysofkindness

I had the great pleasure of participating in a beautiful project that began in London by Bernadette Russell called #366daysofkindness.  In reaction to the London riots Bernadette has taken on the huge task of doing something kind for a stranger every day since August 2012 for 366 days!  A group of Torontonians gathered under the guidance of Matt Feerick to give her something back to say Thank You!  He challenged himself to do a random act of kindness a day, and then challenged us to do the same on June 16, 2012.


Please check out what Toronto did:  The Secret Act
For more about Bernadette's Project:  #366daysofkindness


If you would like to be part of the movement, do something nice for a stranger and then tweet


#366daysofkindness @betterussell

The Pocketology Collective took over the Danforth this summer for Art of the Danforth Festival.  They snuck onto the TTC, stood on a street corner, spent a lot of time in Rendez Vous Restaurant, the oldest Ethiopian cafe in the neighbourhood.  Not only did the collective collect a massive amount of stories that emerged from objects in people's pockets, but they developed a connection to the people that make up the neighbourhood of the Danforth and the rich culture there.

At LucScuplture on Greenwood, June 9, 2012 upstairs in a room people sat and listened to our sound installation piece:    Stories You Haven't Heard (from Woodbine to Greenwood)


Please click here to hear the stories and to find out more about us:
The Pocketology Collective

Please click here for information about our work at Art of the Danforth:
Pocketology at AOD

Coxwell Subway Station


and Rendez Vous Restaurant ...

Rachel Ellison and Stuart Torrance On Woodmount and Danforth

The Pocketologists on CBC's Here and Now

Through the Bay of Quinte
(spoken into a microphone while I drive)

I wonder
sometimes
where silence goes
does it drive through us like a sorrowed song?
does it lean into the shadows?
or does it come into you
during those nights

those nights ...
those nights ...

tiny raindrops fall softly on your rose-burnt back

across the valley
you see an open space
a lonesome tree
making some kind of statement
and then
to the hum-beat of the car ...
and the white lines on the road ...
to the "turn to a curve to the left" -- the fork
you follow, you follow because you're told to --
you follow because everybody is following this one road to the end of the Earth

if there was an end
if there is an end

And all these masses of people gaggling through the hum-drum!

That man at the bar he told me his life story.  His eyes soft brown.
His voice like a tainted song
He told me his country had betrayed him

A crow lands and flies across a Midland-truck driving East ...

Canada is where I need to be because there is no past, there's no history, no story
People come here to live and work, and that's great.


The car ploughs along the pavement


I was tortured in my country
and that is a tragic story
that story is what I cannot tell


I sat there, while the sounds of clinking coffee cups and people drank each others laughter.

I leaned in towards him at the bar my voice caught in silence

God! for Fuck's Sake I am so naive.  I don't know an inch of what it is like to be afraid that you really might not make it tomorrow, that you might not survive the night, that you might not see the next day, that you might not see the face of the people you call home.

Passing Lake Road. Still the clouds billow and shake.  If clouds could shake.
and all these people driving on the 401
The highway of my childhood
The highway that cuts through me like a vein
The fast road we used to call it

When will we get to the fast road?


We giggle and place our little feet on the window pane.

Where's the slow road?
The road where you take time to think
The road where you take time to stop
and listen
  ...