How can I explain to a pedestrian the joy of riding my bicycle through
the drippy streets at night, my single headlight bobbing, the light sharp
on one side, cuts through a tree having a dream of itself, everything
tethered to its twin-dark, thoughts cast a shadow, shadows cast a word if you lower yourself to a hush, the word is ordinary like a word, is cabbage. Sometimes smoke.
sharing rhythm creates a political question about who determines rhythm and when
trio in unison, with the possibility of becoming either backup dancers or soloists
open-ended and absurdist and nonsensical
shame as part of gaze
It is raw, it is real, it is happening with you in the room and can only be experienced in the “here and now.” It is open to a multiplicity of heres and nows depending on the realities, perceptions, localities... of those present.
They will surely become aware of the powers inherent in other generations, that the children and the elderly possess the wisdom of resurrection in our time.
It is the fantasy of a body discovering new relationships with itself. Silvia wants to be where there are no dimensions, neither internal nor external.
The driver with whom I was partnered was unable to lower his window, which required him to communicate with nonverbal indicators that I could not understand.
When you leave you leave the windows open and the doors and because the house sits by the sea by first light a film of sand gilds the floorboards and the kitchen chairs