Community Inclusive Theater Group in Durham, NC
These photos follow cast members with and without disabilities as they collaborate, create and rehearse their original performance piece, “The Song that Greens the Earth”, which premiered at the Fletcher Theater at The Center for Performing Arts in Raleigh, NC, November 15, 2005.
Enjoy lots work on funny opportunity …. POW!
Will people see who we are yearning to be? Hoping we bring their ideas, arts to daylight world stage soaring, roaring the message.
Goal of poet…people to respect
Melt on wild open water
on people only pow
Awful wars ….. More peace
My moon eyes see everything.
Eve & Laura’s Duet Poem:
look open eye mind
ripple in love
ok pep love
giving reality to love
reason tears see art
you slid fog body
letting pool sip power
loading your lost people
digging the plight of idiot every fright
lite open – you look – I hear the sun you pow – you wish light pours happy feeling down wonderful to you wow. the light in kept ringing
pop lot fun lot fire on
little lippy pippy kites move my body
ok ha heee you get near my joy
poem moves stillness look out of your soft other eye
as soft owl on top of trees other loop of owl world
dares at moon to look to look loop bird
little soft pep fish little leaves moon loop
talks of red dolphin dares to kite at poem pen
letting world dance you lept late word luck
open loop go safe as message
me in moon ask why pool tell people lot love people
a losing loop going poetry going pow
World win lot. Sing…
I not a poor autistic girl.
I look like this, but I live like water.
I fast naming my right girl.
Friends need me too.
To be moved from within to … pop wow mind.
“Feel us meet.”
“I need my own voice, damn it!”
“Richard, everyone needs to be heard. You need a new kind of listening to learn from me. I like that you are learning from your daily challenges.”
“Carried back to my early memories, I felt deleted daily. My Self being eliminated. To deny feelings denies the person.”
“You make assumptions about me. The effect on me is damn frightening. Big lesson I got defending my intelligence. Got me terrified of uneducated popular opinion. Wanting me to mirror cloned ‘normals’.”
“Tumultuous test trying, trying, typing my words. Monumental movement effort, too slow – I get absolutely so damn mad – screaming, head feels deteriorated. I question why the daily effort. I need other people. My effort needs you. Whoever understands should try doing FC.”
“My deep eyes see lots.”
“No one touches me ever.”
“Moon opens up everything.”
“No, really cut!”
“My future feels led. I need my own voice. Your effort meets me listening. Direct talking with me, trying getting my message does help. Be sensitive to my steering my life.”
“Theater lets miscued years die. What about me after this performance? What happens now?”