Circus

Something in the initial presentation of wobbling and imperfection &

cheap seams prompting a temptation to romance;

Vagabond is easy but it's also in multitasking and an

amateurish overlay across deep concentration and 

Explorations of bodily possibilities, turning at the wrist 

and at the knee with a lifting of the corners at mouth and eyes. 

Flight is horribly circumscribed and cramped but suggestive while

bodies work along the edges of beauty and beautiful flaws

And flight itself, turning at centres of vortexes or stretching a

dangling grace as a passenger of curtailed engine power &

Speed. In darkness a loveliness of utterly useless light &

spinning colour is mute in the face of genuine danger. 

However, there’s little particular danger from fire added to 

flashing blades but there is virtu in spectacle and the excitation

Of some kind of nonspecific desire including that for something 

beyond all this but still immanent to it. Disruptive patterns of passivity

And activity are of gendered interest. In all cases, they are there indisputably

with a fading and a brilliance that throb in and out in complex rhythms. 

The ground is scrubby and scrappy kids run around with excitement. 

Intimate Cartography

Intimate Cartography 2: Memory and Matter (Second Batch)

Hard and lacerating brick surfaces under

hot sun and a metal tank grey and metal and

cool and smooth under fingers under haptic vision and

water turning to thick ice in winter and 

dead

fish 

under an experimentally rainbowing fly spray surface 

under hot sun and a smell of straw 

A scent of damp     they can smell it 

infects them & their fingertips 

a consciousness of thick wool in his hands

     providing a negative charge to determination that's

disregarding trepidation and sleeping children and a thin carpet 

infected with damp and an inconclusive desire 

a tv on with the sound down 

        it's all about convenience and it's like a job 

but open  tumescent and trembling  with an expectant

                mistaken future

Tensing legs and filling with acid energy as they jump 

and run

after a flinging of earth balls and with  

a shouting of coppers    coppers

park toilets muck polka-dotted

      under a roaring weight of sky 

They're both crying at the ersatz death of Robert Powell

no but

       that's facetious and a bit mean

but tears are running down all their cheeks 

               and it's disturbing

                

                 one day you'll understand 

the gas fire reddening child's skin 

Pearl light at a rattling sash window

cutting

            inside 

                   his forehead through

a memory of speechless breathless dark

        ridges of a fraying bedspread under thighs

a dark storm attempting to drag him through black glass

Difference and Repetition