Dance Make the Body Free
Dance Make the Body Free
We the alien-humans fully reclaim the whole re-embodiment of our selves anchored inside ritual, desire, joy, movement, celebration, grief. Reflexively we search for an echo, a guide, a totem, a calling.
The stargate into this poem is through the life and global legacy of house dance music ambassador and master teacher Marjorie Smarth. Marjorie Smarth passed away from a bout with cancer at the way too early age of 36.
To have known Marjorie, if even in passing, is to have been struck by a generous stunning force. It is as if she spoke in movement, and her gifts in this lifetime and I am sure the next lent her a worldwide congregation of disciples.
Sexy the way a river make music / A womb recesses /
inside a shaman’s drum / Each house party a choir practice
She had NYC underground / tethered to the afropunk quilt /
in the grout beneath her tongue / She slayed us there/
astride a carousel of vinyl and waist
Lovers and apostles hold fast a congregation / Slung to
her lanky suede pew / She danced a woman’s dialect
Ballet betrothed to majesty and grace / Thunder light
drenched in her reign / Inculcated dance is a spirit’s
Disciple..
She is a root grown into a rainforest in the heels of New York City Hip-hop and Dance music culture. Marjory made room for herself and so many by way of the gritty spirit inside her sweetness, the overwhelming strength inside her prowess and grace. We need her, forever, and especially right now. We need bodies who have learned how to be a container for the rushing waters, we need hearts able to surf every wave. We need avatars able enough to show us the wealthy paths to the becoming of our fullest selves. We are never alone. Our powers derive from our position. Every single thing becomes a tool in service of our survival. Our bodies make maps of transglobal collaborations. Sat inside the orchestra of the Universe, rhythm is what we make of it. Even now we unravel. We make room for life itself to be epic forces indwelling each our selves.
Dance Make the Body Free
We the alien-humans fully reclaim the whole re-embodiment of our selves anchored inside ritual, desire, joy, movement, celebration, grief. Reflexively we search for an echo, a guide, a totem, a calling.
The stargate into this poem is through the life and global legacy of house dance music ambassador and master teacher Marjorie Smarth. Marjorie Smarth passed away from a bout with cancer at the way too early age of 36.
To have known Marjorie, if even in passing, is to have been struck by a generous stunning force. It is as if she spoke in movement, and her gifts in this lifetime and I am sure the next lent her a worldwide congregation of disciples.
Sexy the way a river make music / A womb recesses /
inside a shaman’s drum / Each house party a choir practice
She had NYC underground / tethered to the afropunk quilt /
in the grout beneath her tongue / She slayed us there/
astride a carousel of vinyl and waist
Lovers and apostles hold fast a congregation / Slung to
her lanky suede pew / She danced a woman’s dialect
Ballet betrothed to majesty and grace / Thunder light
drenched in her reign / Inculcated dance is a spirit’s
Disciple..
She is a root grown into a rainforest in the heels of New York City Hip-hop and Dance music culture. Marjory made room for herself and so many by way of the gritty spirit inside her sweetness, the overwhelming strength inside her prowess and grace. We need her, forever, and especially right now. We need bodies who have learned how to be a container for the rushing waters, we need hearts able to surf every wave. We need avatars able enough to show us the wealthy paths to the becoming of our fullest selves. We are never alone. Our powers derive from our position. Every single thing becomes a tool in service of our survival. Our bodies make maps of transglobal collaborations. Sat inside the orchestra of the Universe, rhythm is what we make of it. Even now we unravel. We make room for life itself to be epic forces indwelling each our selves.
Dance Make the Body Free
We the alien-humans fully reclaim the whole re-embodiment of our selves anchored inside ritual, desire, joy, movement, celebration, grief. Reflexively we search for an echo, a guide, a totem, a calling.
The stargate into this poem is through the life and global legacy of house dance music ambassador and master teacher Marjorie Smarth. Marjorie Smarth passed away from a bout with cancer at the way too early age of 36.
To have known Marjorie, if even in passing, is to have been struck by a generous stunning force. It is as if she spoke in movement, and her gifts in this lifetime and I am sure the next lent her a worldwide congregation of disciples.
Sexy the way a river make music / A womb recesses /
inside a shaman’s drum / Each house party a choir practice
She had NYC underground / tethered to the afropunk quilt /
in the grout beneath her tongue / She slayed us there/
astride a carousel of vinyl and waist
Lovers and apostles hold fast a congregation / Slung to
her lanky suede pew / She danced a woman’s dialect
Ballet betrothed to majesty and grace / Thunder light
drenched in her reign / Inculcated dance is a spirit’s
Disciple..
She is a root grown into a rainforest in the heels of New York City Hip-hop and Dance music culture. Marjory made room for herself and so many by way of the gritty spirit inside her sweetness, the overwhelming strength inside her prowess and grace. We need her, forever, and especially right now. We need bodies who have learned how to be a container for the rushing waters, we need hearts able to surf every wave. We need avatars able enough to show us the wealthy paths to the becoming of our fullest selves. We are never alone. Our powers derive from our position. Every single thing becomes a tool in service of our survival. Our bodies make maps of transglobal collaborations. Sat inside the orchestra of the Universe, rhythm is what we make of it. Even now we unravel. We make room for life itself to be epic forces indwelling each our selves.
Freedom is our goal. It’s not rapid
Premeditated thought, but a
Reflection of what we feel. We are
Rhythm soulful beings expressing
moments in time.
Carefully placing our signatures in
the universe. Spiritual graffiti
artists” –marjorie lotus smarth
“I just open the threshold, that’s all,” she says.
“They have to find their own eloquence”
—Marjory Smarth RIP
DANCE FUSION NYC BIO
Marjory Smarth was a pioneering artist, dance, choreographer, teacher and cultural leader that helped build and share Hip-hop dance and culture around the world. Marjory has shared her knowledge and love for the culture all over the US, as well as in Japan, London, Africa, Russia, Italy, Austria, Brazil, Canada, Taiwan and other corners of the earth. Marhjory was born in Haiti and raised in New York City. She is considered a major figure in the dance community as well as an historian. Marjory Smarth is known for her fluidity and smoothness in both her footwork and arms. In an interview, she described herself as an earthbound mermaid because of the lightness of her movement and the way she feels connected to water.
At 17, she danced in her first music video with HipYea -Hop duo “Superlover C & Casanova Rud.” For more than 30+ years, Marjory continued to dance professionally with artists such as Diana Ross, heavy D, CeCe Peniston and more. As her career blossomed she did everything from movies, stage performances, performing at the prestigious Jacob’s Pillow, as well as being featured in many documentaries and films. To name a few “New Jack City”, “Boomerang”, “Strictly Business”, house dance documentary,. “CHECK YOUR BODY AT THE DOOR” and PBS documentary “House of Tres”.