(mais) butoh

The noise of cicadas grows to tinnital levels. The lights collapse into gloom. The grimacing dancer eats her own arm.

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Afterwards she explains: When you can no longer see, you can no longer hear, you have lost faith in the existence of your self; then to discover your arm is to re-discover your self. You will taste it. You will bite it. The bite will cause pain, but that pain is a good thing. The pain proves you are alive. It has become a pleasure.