unstoppable beauty
these sounds
those ones
made from recordings –
sounds in
African mines.
Reenter instructions
to consider conditions
as the sounds do
their work.
Did you ever think how
so much music
is beautiful, broken,
all compelling rhythms of
work songs, passing down myths
to future
escape, to escape
now, right now.
And these works
of transmutation, these get into sensation reminders,
what life is,
inside/outsides attempts
at escape through
with talons, machetes,
claws, fists, dance moves,
fizzing to… < >
pulses, living, stories, remembering,
wing movements, proboscis,
bells, drums,
changing
one elemental substance
into
another, a chain reaction
involving
whatever is to hand…
to work through
and not around…
And. Us. This. Now. Working in
Ineffable yearning life space,
dream
Call it strange, call it home
Make a world from it.
We tumbleweed into spirals of tickles and licks.
Your spines are gentle in my hands, not soft, no,
but never there to hurt me. You
could be a creature that comes to
live in this home, for a moment
bought and sold as a pet in my
Imagination – before I realise it’s you, again.
Tumble to our senseless senses in
flashes of light and spirals, bites, claws,
transformations – you spin into snake forms, you spin
Around my arm in serpentine dances,
You are so fast, so intense, so present. I fall into
flow space, I keep up, it’s easy. You
allow me to overtake so we oscillate,
you, me, you
waveform double helix,
and this is what energy is. Life is.
Energy is, as we dance and fall and
rise around each other, clattering exo-
skeleton on skin, slipping passages of air,
flutter,
ecstatic dancing particular nothing,
gentle animals in a strange bohemian apartment
formed of imagination,
formed of long, dry savannah grass.