I walk the street with loose parts

Cape Town
Choreographer: Louise Coetzer
Editor: Eben Smal
Cinematography: Oscar O'Ryan
Director: Ryan Kruger
Music: Gustav Stutterheim
Producer: Adrian Hogan
04'00''
2008

A dance film inspired by Deborah Steinmair’s poem Dream Weaver. We spend so much time living past one another, we become so caught up in our own small spaces. What is beautiful to see is the strict contrast between a space which normally carries a mass of human traffic, and then to see it empty and deserted. So many of the buildings we surround ourselves with function only from sunrise to sunset and yet there are endless stories to imagine in those spaces after hours. This for me is truly the city alive, with a breath and heart beat that slows down as the day draws to an end. – Louise Coetzer

Perspective

by Deborah Steinmair

I crossed the street
But a tree got in the way
I had to cross the sea to get the picture
Hanging from a window of your mother’s house in Graz
I saw our low brown house
swinging from the southern cross
From here it’s plain to see
We live on the head of a pin

Dream Weaver

by Deborah Steinmair

I’ve been bleeding for a week
deep in the night I watch you sleep
in the first shiver of winter
I walk the street with loose parts
my mind a memory card
head crowded as a cupboard
the pope has died and
wet leaves decompose in your garden
under the backside of Table Mountain
late at night I memorise you
like a prayer at the kitchen counter
with your cd collection scattered
like loose change on the carpet
at the tail end of April
with twigs, twine and twill
I renovate my heart for you
hoping, oh hoping it will do

Unaccounted for

by Deborah Steinmair

All sensation belongs to
The memory of a moment ago
And all the moments of your life and mine
The primary school sandwiches at lunchtime
The lakeside picnics, the boozy bashes
In seedy kitchens the minor car crashes
Led inexorably to the moment
That used to be the present
We spend the minutes of this morning
Sitting in a greasy spoon in Woodstock
And graffitied on a wall across the street
The name of your ex-girlfriend who didn’t get well
In loving memory of Estelle