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
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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
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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
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
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