Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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About jhorna
Jhorna's personal hobbies include translating ethnic slurs into foreign languages, writing award-winning operas, and cooking thirty minute brownies in twenty minutes. On most weekends - to let off steam - she has been participating in full-contact origami, which is not as intuitive as it might seem.
After growing up a naked child in the mountains of Colorado, she moved to the heart of Bohemia in the Czech Republic and learned to say 'you resemble a hedgehog'* in Czech. Later in life she spent a year trying to avoid being run over by rickshaws in Dhaka, Bangladesh.
An avid performer, she prefers to only participate in dances that defy the laws of physics. She is very interested in incorporating improvised movement into a structured dance form and am especially intriguied by the various ways in which one can 'walk the edge' of dance. That's because, some days, she takes an envelope out of the box and she PUSHES IT.
(*Vypadas jako jezek.)
