She dances like a swan

White and turned on

Arms like wings, she flies

Takes to the skies

Exposing her thighs

She’s rubber, she can bend

She can give you a hand

Come on Love,

Roll on a glove

A look in the eyes

Don’t need no replies

What she has to say

Her body will sway

In her see-through tutu, 

She'll get rid of you too!

And she can move…

Man, how she moves…

Inhuman, animal, 

Nature defied

Slide on in, take a ride. 

just watch her enter,

Stretch front, back and center 

spreading even more

Wanna see me score?

Warm-up, stretch 

she’s in heat

Ready steady work that meat

Roiling boiling till she's hot

Unwrap that present, untie her knot.

lollipop, chocolate bun

Girls just wanna have fun

lift her high 

She touches the sky

like a swan, pure and white 

Just as easily, dark as night 

take you down to the floor, 

make you beg for more, 

You're outta luck

Your mind is fucked

grind her on stage

what, she’s underage?

Who knows what she eats

If she eats at all

Who knows what she loves

Bet she loves to crawl

She has technique

It's in her physique

she can cope. But with a rope?

She’s unreal she’s divine

Heavenly fine

Crosses a line

Doggy, canine

She won’t give a shit

She loves to submit

You know she has grit

She’s a bomb just admit

Not going to quit 

She’s a star she’s a hit

She moves to the beat

Sucks sweet n low

Bites on the pillow

She’s a bird and a brute 

She’s a drum and a flute

She will bind and she’ll bond

She’s a fairy with a wand

She's Odette she's Odile

Baby, just kneel.

She dances like a swan

White and turned on

Arms like wings, she flies

Takes to the skies

Exposing her thighs

She's creating beauty 

That’s her duty

she floats, she flies 

you see her- you rise

Catch her, Lolita

Ever taste a swan in a pita?


FINAL FOR EXPOSURE #1 | THE SWAN AND THE PIMP

Hillel Kogan

My body aches

My back aches and breaks 

My knee’s in pain, it can’t remain

My mind aches, my head aches, 

My soul aches

my heart breaks

I’m a broken shape with my sides busted

Herniated discs, I can’t be trusted

From my nose to my hips to my ears to my balls

Lemon in my eyes, burning it all

I’m a slave to the Advil, bitch to the Vicodin

Write me a prescription so I can pick it up again

Check it, check it I’m a dancer

Drop it on the floor, I’mma show you the answer

Here is my liver, here is my spleen

Tell the dancing world I’m out of the scene

I want to die painlessly

I just want to rest

Rest in peace, rest

Without strength, distressed

Without my abs held tight

Let them loose, a naked delight

Get off my back

I'm no martyr, just a hack

Won’t let anybody scoff at me

Tell me what I ought to be

What to grope, what to squeeze

Oh please, 

Squeeze

My nipples. 

Feel like a drink?

Alleyway mink?

Sunset sink?

I’ll make you think

Show you my kink

Up to the brink

Stain you like ink

Are we in sync?

Or straight to the pink?

Should I be blunt?

Straight to the cunt?

Are you on the hunt?

Will you make me grunt?

Why soft in front? 

Let me be blunt.

Get up! Don’t be fed up

Straighten out quickly

Cops will treat you strictly

Why’re you acting sickly?

What about the release?

Are you resting in peace?

Don’t you wanna ram it? Jam it? Blast a load?

Insert? Squirt? Assert?

Looking up your skirt?

Pervert!

Piece of shit.

Did I say piss and shit?

Ass blast that makes me sick

Slick! A cock that’s thick!

Ride along my ding dong

Longy long schling schlong

Hit the gong king kong

Here comes your daddy

What the fuck is wrong?

Fuck fuck fuck

Stand up you schmuck!

What's with the lag

You fag!

Fuck! 

Fuck!

That’s it???

Is that all you got?

Is that what you pack?

Where’s the smack?

Where’s the attack?

Where’s the stack

What a sack, you’re whack

Looking like Jack Black

Drawback, blackjack, hunchback, cognac, wisecrack

Give me a Viagra cause I need it for the comeback

Pushing through the cracks

Anybody home?

I could use a hug

Who shall give me wings

Like a dove 

My white swan love

Chirp chirp tweet tweet, cock-a-doodle-doo

Open your wings

Open your wings

Open your

Open your

Open

open

Open up

Open

my ass! 


FINAL FOR EXPOSURE #2 | THE SWAN AND THE PIMP

Hillel Kogan

 

EARLY WORKS

EARLY WORKS

  • Ever since the first performance of Diaghilev’s Ballet Russes, choreographed by legendary Vaslav Nijinsky, hordes of choreographers have interpreted this cornerstone of the dance world.

    From the start I saw this project as ambitious and narcissistic. The Rite of Spring carries heavy historical significance. Since the original version was revealed, there have been tens of interpretations made making The Rite of Spring a canonical myth in dance and art history. My version of The Rite of Spring celebrates the victim’s conflict between the mind and the heart, animalism and refinement, loyalty and treason.

    I began the creative journey with two decisions: one that I would uncompromisingly commit to Stravinsky’s partiture, adhere to the rhythm and respect the melody. The second was to make it a solo. In the past, sacrifices were made as communal acts. Today, altruism is a personal, individual endeavor. In the original story, a victim is chosen.

    Without exception, it is a woman from the tribe who is a virgin. This is then, in effect, a story about fate. My Rite is not a story about fate rather one about free will. In Israel, for example, citizens are required to obey the laws of the land and beyond this, in order to practice selfsacrifice, they must volunteer out of free will. As opposed to Stravinsky and Nijinsky’s ritual, the act of sacrifice today is altruistic. It is done at one’s own expense and for the other, from choice. In this world, the act of sacrifice is at once one of exhibition, pride and ambition to be deemed a hero. Altruism isn’t practiced in secret rather displayed.

    Israelis are no different from other nationalities in their love for their homeland and willingness to sacrifice themselves for it. At the same time as Israelis sacrifice themselves as volunteer soldiers (not just enlisted) in elite units, the sons of another nation sacrifice themselves as Jihadists who commit suicide to better the future of their people. My creation is influenced by overused and cliché objects and images that portray power, globalization and primal urges. It is also influenced by references from other choreographers’ versions of The Rite of Spring. As such, I see my version as a type of “Pantheon of ghosts” of the history of The Rite of Spring, in which I move between different styles and quote choreographers such as Pina Bausch, Maurice Bejart and of course Nijinsky himself. The spring, as part of the natural cycle, is a time of renewal, courting, conquering and mating. Temptation, aggression and urges enter the stage through my creation in the form of a seductive belly dancer and a prostitute selling body parts and plots of land in a public auction.

    The characters in my Rite of Spring are exponentially tragic as each one of them is afforded the opportunity to be both the killer and the victim.

RITE OF SPRING

Choreographed and performed by: Hillel Kogan Artistic Advisors: Nava Zuckerman, Irad Mazliah, Inbal Yaacobi. Music: Igor Stravinsky Costumes and props: Evelyn Terdiman Premiered: Intimadance Festival, Tmuna Theater, Tel Aviv, 2011

AFTER THE BOLERO

Choreography: Hillel Kogan Artistic Advisor: Michael Gurevitch Performed by: Iyar Elezra, Ariel Freedman, Inbal Yaacobi, Oded Arnon, Hillel Kogan Costumes: Evelyn Terdiman and Haya Michelson Smolarchik Musical Editor: Jeremy Bernheim Premiered: Curtain Up Festival, Tel Aviv, 2007

  • The choreographer observes from a cynical point of view on the cliché of the ugly Israeli male character, and the dancer is amusing himself between diverse emotions of omnipotence and impotence, enthusiasm, pathos, exaggeration, superiority, self admiration and more.

    The piece opens in a like classical structure of organization and choreographical order, which are dissolving and becoming a chaos of impulsive emotions. The culture degenerates as the piece advances and the degeneration of the cultured man is bringing up the barbaric man.

    Two parallel axis correspond with each other in the piece, till they merge and become one: one axis is the story of a man who endulges himself in the illusion of power that he creates around himself, until he is obliged to fight against his own power. The parallel axis exposes an image of a society which it's power and enthusiasm are bringing to it's own self distruction.

EVERYTHING

Kogan’s piece has everything in it….and especially a wild artist with anarchistic tendencies, cynical, funny, satirical and a dancer with thrilling expression abilities….energetic…brilliant dancer and choreographer….subversive artist who challenges his public with thematical richness…genious and political….he is more exciting as a performer than most of the dancers in Israel…what an explosive potential...
— Ora Brafman, DanceTalk, December 7, 2008

Choreography by Hillel Kogan Performed by Laura Marin Barrio and Hillel Kogan Music: Jean-Philippe Rameau, Shoshana Damari, Blasted Mechanism Costumes: Evelyn Terdiman Premiered: Almada International Dance Platform, Portugal, 2002.

L'APRES-MIDI D'ADOLF

Choreographed and performed by: Hillel Kogan Costume Design: Evelyn Terdiman Premiered: Tel Aviv, Suzanne Dellal Center, 2006

CHERRY SMELL AND GREEN TEA SOUND

Choreography: Hillel Kogan Performed by Laura Marin Barrio and Hillel Kogan Premiered: Almada International Dance Platform, Portugal, 2002.

PRETZLE

Best Outstanding Young Choreographer
— Tanz International magazine

Choreography: Hillel Kogan Performed by Libi Zmair and Hillel Kogan Artistic Advisor: Noemi Perlov Music: Henry Purcell Costumes Design: Dalia Lider Premiered: Shades in Dance Festival, Tel Aviv, 1999

 " Kogan's contribution to dance in Israel in the last decade spans a variety of fields of activity. He consistently creates original stage works and takes a significant part in cultivating the next generation of dancers and creators as part of his work as a rehearsal director in the Bat Sheva Ensemble. One of the most interesting, intriguing and innovative dance creators working today. Sharp, witty and inventive, who combines meticulous physical work with a critical and political attitude towards the traditions and the contexts within them."
The team of judges: Ran Brown, Yili Nativ and Naomi Perlov.

Winner of the Landau Lottery Prize for the Arts 2015

Photography: Nir Peretz​​

a glimps of Hillel’s universe at he awards ceremony