... modern dance from the akram khan company called ma (mother/earth in Hindi). Far happier with this than the last one I saw, where the dancers all seemed to be smacking against invisible barriers, dancing under strict constraints. Here, they were being drawn, spun, extended, winding like soft sugar or half-melted glue ... which was quite exciting to watch, even if Damian had a bit of a point about how their carefully slightly different dance clothes was slightly reminiscent of Steps ... music that might have been more familiar to me if I knew anything about sufi singing or tathak dancing, but mostly just strange and good -- fast complicated beats, almost all by hand and tak-tak-tak-thum voice, and some bloody weird cello work, including using it as a second drum by putting some echo on the amplification and hitting the string with the bow.

The review was probably a bit too poetic, but fuck it, eh. It's hard to say very sensible things about how the shadows during the electronic-cricket-chirp dance crawled across the back wall like mutant gods, or how funny the argumentative-lemurs-telling-a-story dance was, or how the deep-in-the-mud-of-the-cave dance made me think of a phrase I read once, one writer saying of understanding another's work, that it was like seeing a shaft of light flashing into the inner penetralium of human experience -- or how sad and angry the trees-cut-down dance was at the end, how we could hardly believe the abruptness of its end, so the staff had to start the clapping.

Thanks to you all for the multiple suggestions about the correct disposal of bees. buddleia, ceciley, applez, goldleafgoddess, tenderhooligan and 1843, your answers left me with more questions.