Dancing is dangerous, it threatens the system, it complicates the situation. Dance discomforts, affects, unsettles and complicates hegemonic ways of being. Dance, contagious and invasive, destabilises the logics of the word, threatens normative language. Dancing can be an epidemic. This dancer has no magic tricks prepared. Her choreographic material is coarse and sometimes incomprehensible, she fails in her left leg turns. This dancer never wanted to be Giselle. With all of us: a body in rebellion, crossed, revolted, the non-normative dancer, the fakir dancer, the thaumaturge, the subaltern. Ways of being that complicate. Strategies of active invisibility or dissident identities. Traversed life. Bastard fiction.

Capacity to imagine.  Difficult digression with the appearance of depth. This is an autobiographical piece without biography, a trap for the eye, a choreographed mess, a narrative deception: choreo-biography-pirate. This is about dancing dancing dancing.

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