On my way to asylum

WHEN: Sun, 14 August 2011, 04:00pm - 06:00pm

WHERE: Hungarian Community Centre - 760 Boronia Road, Wantirna 3152, Melbourne, AUSTRALIA (latitude 37° 50’ 52.99" S ; longitude 145° 13’ 9.75" E )

The journey of asylum and its consequences for one’s identity are often spoken of silence and written on water. Ondru presents an intimate interpretation of the poem On my way to asylum, a personal journey brought to life through dance, music, poetry, vocals and sculpture. It is performed at Break the Silence organised by ATS. On my way to asylum was first performed at Rhythm & Rights organised by Human Rights Arts & Film Festival (HRAFF) on 15 May 2011.

On my way to asylum
 
script of my memoirs, I find
on unlined pages
rear of a novel I read years ago
written with blood of my own
photographs in black & white and burnt edges
smell of ash
            brittle memory of a life buried beneath
an affair with question                                                  
never leaves the bed
mind hangs on a barbwire fence
commas turned to colons
            showing clear breaks
story with a struggle for breath
born on a tear of Indian ocean
without a nation for some years
covering the scars with silent of eyes
crawling on bare knees,
broken body of words and a weightless bag
arrive here in the cold
            with and without will
searching a new beginning
my drawn hand to greet the horizon

When: Sunday, 14 August 2011 (4.00pm to 6pm) / Performance starts at 4.30pm

Where: Hungarian Community Centre - 760 Boronia Road, Wantirna 3152, Melbourne, AUSTRALIA

Getting there: Melways Reference 63 E5

FREE EVENT

Phone: +61 415 380 249 / Email: mail@ondru.org / Website: www.ondru.org

On my way to asylum

On my way to asylum

Flyer designed by Fanny Dallenne

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Following on from this, Ondru created An Unfamiliar Face - an experimental solo dance performance - that explores the evolvement of one's identity in a new land.

Read on Ondru's Voice Publication - A CLASSICAL REFUGEE - PART 1 - Promised a better life, and so he carries his father on his back and holds his son by the hand.

Read on Ondru's Voice Publication - A CLASSICAL REFUGEE - PART 2 — we talk of fear “clouding” our judgement —