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Butoh by Pylon Sentinel When I first began to study butoh some while before - I asked the question - "What is butoh?" The myriad of answers I received left me all the more puzzled. Now after having studied and performed butoh myself when asked the same question I find myself still somewhat at a loss for a precise answer- and the search continues. Butoh, is many things, many things to many individuals- for butoh comes from and is within each individual. Do not take this article for any worth as to what butoh is, for this is only my butoh- I can not speak for what is your butoh. Butoh is a lifestyle and a philosophy- first and foremost. There are also some conventions which exist however they are not required specifically for butoh to be butoh. The Birth of Butoh : 1960's post war Japan saw the birth of butoh. A time of great uncertainty, America who had been Japan's greatest enemy was now its provider. Rapid industrialization was taking place which would alienate the traditions which many strived to maintain. In the dance world there was mainly traditional Japanese dance, such as noh and buyo, versus the strong influence of Western dance. The chaos of this time influenced Tatsumi Hijikata and Kazuo Ono to create a modern style which carried tradition and could be representative of the currents and contradictions of the time. The Philosophy: This is not something of a steady current in itself either, but I will focus on the ideas of Tatsumi Hijikata and his 'Ankoku Butoh' (Dance of Darkness) which I feel to be of more importance to the LHP initiate, and it is also where the bulk of my own research has been. For the non-initiated butoh may simply appear as a conventional style of dance defined by white body make-up, shaved heads, contorted limbs, and grotesque facial expressions. And it is true that some performers fall into this- what appears upon the stage is simply a show of butoh technique - an unspirited moving statue. First and foremost what is central to butoh is the struggle of the spirit against limiting factors of the body and the self. Such examples are abound in the original text and ideas of Hijikata, here follow two of his core ideas: The Ash Pillar: Old Shinto religion the gods were counted by pillars as well human sacrifice was called the 'human pillar'. A man's body is burned and what remains is the ashen corpse, the form which is that of a human. It stands-desperately trying to retain its shape, and yet the slightest gust of wind could destroy it at any moment. Izumai Walking: Parents would spend the days picking rice out in the fields, and during
this time children would have their legs bound and wrapped in sheets,
they lay in baskets staring at the sky. Cries unheard. At the end of
the day the children would be freed of their bonds, yet they could not
walk- for the legs had become useless through the binding of the day.
Limp legs try to stand- the legs which run away- out of control of the
child. There is this eternal struggle- to overcome, to balance, as one
is torn between the cosmos and the earth. Walking corpses, doomed to Ultimately it is a door through death, the phoenix from the ashes -
the resistance which brings the resurrection. I was recently meditating
on the last time I danced out on the street. The performance itself
had small moments of what I would classify as butoh, but the moments
of true butoh occurred when I was in between performances. I stood up,
and felt I would collapse from the heat, tired and racked- I had sprained
my neck- but I would dance again. Every time I dance, the pavement scrapes
off the healing scabs on my knees and feet. These moments, these moments
of triumph are what has really been my truest butoh. Butoh is, every
moment with in us- however 90% of the people out there are unaware of
this- they remain the spiritless corpses that make up the world of the
dead we live in. Finally, butoh could be well summed up in what Kazuo Ohno said in one
of his lectures (paraphrased from memory); "The sperms rush to
the egg, and only one will enter the |
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