PIECE TOGETHER THE WORLD, BOYS, BUT NOT WITH YOUR HANDS.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Turning
This summer, the turning --
the blue and white you want to fight to keep
from turning grey,
the turning away.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Welcomes
Another kind of welcome
is flowers in your fingers,
and tiny shells in open palms,
and miles of brightly coloured yarns.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
In Vietnam
In Vietnam, toilets can retire and still find love.
Roses in the street aren't the same thing as rubbish.
When you're walking through the fish market...
...sometimes it's better to not look up.
You've got to feel sorry about something or other, but sometimes the cracks are my favourite part.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Fireworks
I'm a mass of electric light spiders.
We're the daughters of the air.
I'm the devil's ballroom chandelier.
I'm shivery as lightning's bier.
I'm outta here.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Butoh is the walk of smoke
Because Butoh is about disappearing, that is why a form is left behind -- The disappearing history of the flesh trails behind the metropolis of the flesh -- In our body, there is something that sometimes goes astray, and sometimes surfaces.
-- Najakima Natsu, Butohist
Friday, September 30, 2011
post for dinah hawken
"Bev, it's easy in this crudely driven city to betray what is delicate
and what is deep. I'm writing 'delicate' and 'deep' to you because they're exhausted
words and to avoid them now I know would be a greater betrayal."
-- Dinah Hawken, from 'Writing Home'
Monday, September 12, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
pet light
Is this cat made of light? Yes,
made of light, just like the far side of my face.
And the sofa, woven storm, is a background to pet against,
to pet light, light against light,
and ears with which to hear the fight.
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