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.