Yoshito Ohno sensei started the class with a squeezing exercise. The same cloths as last time were handed out, and the first words that I heard him say were that Obama is squeezing a cloth for Syrian suffering, for the children who are suffering. I suppose this means that Obama must be agonizing over the suffering in Syria, yet must further know and understand that his own powers to solve the world's crises are limited. What should he do? What is he going to do? When I practiced this exercise, I squeezed the cloth. I thought it was important not to necessarily try to pull the cloth apart, though that was my first inclination. Instead, just squeeze the cloth in my hands. Furthermore, in order to squeeze my whole body, I flexed every muscle that I could feel: my abs, chest, arms, legs, feet, neck, face, and head. If my hair could flex and squeeze, I would try to do that, too.
Then Yoshito showed what it means to squeeze. While the arms are squeezing the cloth, the shoulders want to move forward, to go somewhere else. However, the shoulder says, "I won't go, I won't go." It is as if someone holds you from moving. We should squeeze our hands and our body as counter to each other. The body turns and twists away from the hands that are squeezing so much; trying to turn away, but cannot, "I won't go, I won't go." He illustrated this by holding one dancer's shoulder back, while the dancer had to try to push through, but couldn't. That is how our shoulder should move, as if someone were holding it back, but it wants to move forward, move away. But then it breaks through, and lets loose when it is free. So we exercised with that idea.
He then showed us pictures of painting by a Japanese painter I had never heard of, Leonard Foujita. Yoshito said that he painted many kinds of workers and children, suffering children, children crying. Kodomo, kodomo, kodomo. Dance.
The next lesson Yoshito began by talking about Hijikata. Hijikata asks us to practice sleeping. What is it like to let your body go. It might be a little unbalanced. Feeling will follow when unbalanced. Being a little unbalanced is very important. He then reminded us of crying children. Dance.
Ohno sensei then recalled the dance performance from the previous night. He noted that I was there, along with a couple of other students. That made me feel good. He told us that Mana san has special eyes. She can't see, so we can't see her. Be a crying child; watch me; watch my eyes. He said that it is the same in Kabuki. This is very important. He then reiterated a comment from the previous class, that even for opera singers, singing pianissimo is the most serious, and the most difficult thing. Tamete: store everything, hold yourself like a spring that is ready to burst.
He then brought out tissue paper. Kazuo said that the soul is first; Hijikata says that life is first, then form and body follows. Were Hijikata and Kazuo saying different things? Were they saying the same thing? Yoshito claimed that young people cannot express themselves, so one purpose of theatre is that we should teach them how to express themselves, and show them how to do it. Use the tissue to make a flower. What is beauty? What is kind in you? He reminded us that I do not make the flower, but I bring it out. Think about the blind dancer who cannot see. Doesn't that mean that we see too much? Afterall, she seems to live wonderfully, and express herself perfectly. How does she see, then? We should try to see with the heart.
After bringing out flowers through the material of the tissue, Yoshito then brought out buckets of water. He said that he was inspired by Mana san's reference to Helen Keller the previous night. Usually, he said, he does this exercise during the winter, when the water is nearly frozen. However, he was bringing it out today so that we could try to relate to the example of Helen Keller. Paper soaks in water; we should make our body soak in the water in the same way. Make your body soak in the air; make your body soak in the music. Then it is your music; Chopin's music becomes Kazuo's music. So it was with tango and La Argentina for Kazuo. Be like Helen Keller: this is water... this is water. When I put my hands in the water, and tried to tansfix my mind on the experience, Yoshito came to me and adjusted my pose. This is the second time in these classes that he has given me personal attention to try and make my exercise and practice more effective. I appreciated it.
Yoshito then spoke of Hijikata again. He said that their first butoh dance was in 1959. Hijikata was strong, with bronzed skin. Two years later he returns, and he was weak, and cold and white. Instead of a strong dance, he danced a bone dance; he didn't need muscles. Kazuo was in the war for 9 years. Life has an effect on psyche, and thus on dance. Water soaks in. This is water. How cold is it? The senses are delicate. Let them be delicate and soak in life.
A little girl. Her mother. The tsunami. Aaaahhh! Dance and soul come out. Dance as if the soul comes out. Angry... with pain. When Kazuo dances, people hear his soul screaming out. We better practice this. Aaaahhh! Let the soul come out.
Kazuo knew that the end was the most important, always thinking of difficult matters. But he picks music without meaning. Like life, we should keep struggling and wrestling with this. This resonated with me. I have often said that in time based art forms, like story telling and music, that the end is the most important. It was good to hear Ohno sensei say the same thing. I also like that he pointed out that music is meaningless. This must mean that we bring meaning to the music. How do we do that? Where does meaning come from? What justification do we have for bringing such meaning to music?
The next exercise was a revisiting of the cotton bunch. Yoshito said, "Strong," and pulled the cotton apart without breaking it. Indeed, before this class, I never realized how strong cotton was, yet how soft it was, and how easily it could be broken. He pulled it apart. Strong. Delicately. Stretch it out. I am a baby now. Soft, so with a baby's body. This time he played music by Antony Hegerty, whom he frequently referenced over the last couple of weeks, but whose music didn't play (while I was there) until today. The reason that Yoshito talks about Antony a lot is that Antony and Kazuo had a performance together soon before Kazuo died. Antony's music turned Kazuo into a little girl. When he transformed into a little girl, and Antony saw this, Antony then realized the power of his music, and now tries to imbue his music with the power to transform.
Become a little girl, with an audience of 1000 people, with an audience of 10,000 people. The little girl stretches cotton, and searches for mama lost in the tsunami. But remember that in Japanese culture, Yoshito says, that a little girl is shy to meet guests, then curiously approaches, mysteriously. It is very important to be mysterious. But first you must have space; it is because of the space that you are shy. This reminded me of my friend's children in Shizuoka. Are they shy? They certainly stayed close to mama and papa when I first came, but they opened up quickly. Why? Was it because of me? Or was it because of them? Or was it because of the intangible relationship, the invisible connection, the unknowable energy that somehow existed between us? Think about performing in front of 10,000 people. It is no different, and no less magical than performing for just one person.
Then Yoshito told us to become stone. But everyone's stone is different. I am happy that he said that last part. For me, the connection is made with the gently smiling Jizo statues made of stone found throughout Japan. They are almost always childish looking. But then I also make a connection to the Jizo from Soseki's "Third Night." This was a heavy stone Jizo that weighed on a man and reminded him of his guilt. Experiene stone.
But before we were dismissed from my last butoh class, Yoshito surprised us with a completely different exercise. Someone asked him (or Kazuo) what butoh is for him? There are many different answers, with many different goals. He showed us a picture of a Salvador Dali painting. I don't know that that meant, or what connection that Yoshito was intending. Perhaps this was related the the previous class's comment that butoh was surrealism (or was it realism?). In any case, Kazuo's response to the question followed. What is butoh for you? Yoshito said "pray." Or was it "play?" Both interpretations seemed relevant. Either way, is play different from pray? Then he told us that he would play Vivaldi's "Spring," "Primavera." Spring brings skipping. Children jump and skip during spring. Store it all in your body, and then like a spring, let it out! Run and skip all over! Skip low, skip high. Everyone was running and skipping around the studio. Everyone seemed so happy and envigorated, which contrasted with the typical notions of butoh, and most of the exercises we had been performing.
That was how the class ended. Afterwards, like all the other classes, tea and sushi rolls were set out to eat and drink and socialize. I spoke with some of the other students who could communicate in English, and got contact information for some folks. I hope to keep in touch with these wonderful artists and new friends. I finally spoke with Yoshito Ohno and told him how much I learned, how inspirational it had been, and how much I appreciated the class.