tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367275713083188853.post2199284042401597940..comments2024-01-11T10:05:56.604-05:00Comments on All Fall Down: The Craft & Art of Physical Comedy: Remembering Ken Feitjthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274982652518537648noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367275713083188853.post-20955014860557540162018-02-21T00:57:25.416-05:002018-02-21T00:57:25.416-05:00I never met Ken Feit, but I do remember him. I lea...I never met Ken Feit, but I do remember him. I learned to know him during a Workshop of the Ritual Lab back in 2007, on the Radboud University in Nijmegen in the Netherlands. The workshop was given by Prof. Ronald Grimes. He said that he considered himself a friend of Ken Feit. He had not had the opportunity to go to his funeral. For that reason he wanted to pay attention to this during the workshop. To give everything a place in this way. That workshop has made a big impression on me. I came away from it, so to speak, with images that have remained with me to this day. That is also the reason that I respond here. When I started reading about Ken Feit on this website I recognized so much about what I had learned during the workshop, that I first thought that the website was set up by Ronald Grimes himself. That is not the case and now I think that Prof. Grimes was influenced by Ken Feit and so, indirectly, I am influenced by him as well. Herman de Roosnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367275713083188853.post-65572003295558628472015-07-18T19:33:04.513-04:002015-07-18T19:33:04.513-04:00Yes, Ken, WOW.
After all these years you are still...Yes, Ken, WOW.<br />After all these years you are still with me.<br />I met Ken in the UK in the mid 70s as a neophyte storyteller.<br />Of course he encouraged me to pursue my passion.<br />I was at a workshop he did there in Bristol in 1977.<br />I remember doing a performance piece "The Song of the sky loom" out on the lawn, in which I cupped my ear to hear the birds sing for the line 'Let them walk fittingly where birds sing" and of course they sang for us, a magical moment I will never forget. I felt like I could fly off with those birds at that moment.<br />I was in a mime troupe in Detroit in '81 and we were expecting Ken to come do a workshop with us in the fall. His death was a huge shock, he was the most fully alive person I had ever met.<br />His dying impaled by his bamboo performance sticks was a last rather ironic joke.<br />How I wish he had stayed with us for a few decades longer, I would love for him to have met my kids.<br />How about a reunion of his flock next summer for the 35th anniversary of his passing.<br />I would be happy to host one here in Victoria, BC.<br />Maybe a celebration for Mother Earth dedicated to Ken?Robertohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01957066116151731555noreply@blogger.com