When you dance into the bowels of the earth, in your dark labyrinth, from which butoh frees you out, and like an eagle you rise up to possible new worlds that, for you, are opened…
When you have internalized from Murnau more than Hijikata ever learnt in his expressionist dance lessons and you see not only aesthetic but also political choice of the dancing body…
When you had let yourself been carried away by Finnegans Wake, by the language of wind and water, and you dynamite in butoh its continuation, not meaning, depending on the pure, empty idea…