HANDS PUT TOGETHER

Comming across artifacts of the time spent with lots of people who have inluence me this term. Tawona is a poet. He has his own perfromance group called Seeds of Thought. He told me to try new things and dont say I cant ever do anything because we will do it in our own way which is always the best. It was interesting to hear how text can influence or be a stimulus for movement. Tawona is working with Natasha on her latest performance in her research lab this week at Tramway. 

 

Here is a poem we wrote together. I hope one day we can work together again and possibly perform together. 

 

HANDS PUT TOGETHER

silhouettes in stilettos

joining hand in hand with other similar shadows

turning heads, but looking straight ahead

walking without asking

and asking about nothing

upbeat, download

upstroke, reload

listening to the same rhythm of ‘achy breaky heart’

dancing to the memories before they depart

meanwhile my mind unfolds all the letters i never wrote

my regret retraces all the steps i never walked

my longing trails on tired heels

going frail against the fired wheels

my eyes relax

i let it work its magic

through grey and greyer spectrums

i see life map its tactic

i’m on target

clock strikes any time now

the cannon sounds

i’m sticking around

imprinted on the screen

the wheel

the ground

question marks retreat

from advancing defeat

filled with blank spots, freckled eyes

mutual tides continual

number eleven, all the legs

counting down, adding up

subtracting recurring thoughts

my blind spot

the epicentre

of all things loved, wanted, loathed

all strings tugged, twisted, locked

bounded here with you

~ by stephblack on April 3, 2009.