INTERPLAY
(i) For Flow – to read aloud
D
istance
between
between
between
between
between
between
vibrating beating tissues
our constellation long and taut across impossible spinning measures.
Cotton-mouthed thick-grey turning pink red gold
I lean dangerous give myself to the plane drink your heat through pursed lips
fingertip tongue
buds
toe
fine lines between teeth
drawing you in pushing myself out.
We rub waves
(ii)
We shake our self
our souls swaying
loose loose
atop tired soil.
We stoop to pass through narrow doorways
painted pressing and held
following ourselves
wading out into rivers we no longer recognise.
Deranged faces bob
necks pulling
up down side side with hostility, whispers,
laugher
or silence.
You will not see us, eyes launching into negative space the void our accidental meetings have opened.
We step we shake our s…s…souls
the earth holding us in her turn as we push against yours with our movement
the clack-clack clack-clack
door behind growing small.
our softness the head of your hardness
our vulnerability our breathlessness
our strength your violence
we reach continue resist
and allow ourselves to swell and stretch beyond possible beyond passable
infinite
the sky is catching
(iii) Action – visit this link
Password to watch: Flow
(iv) Action: A score – to be carried out some time after watching
Find an open space outdoors and allow yourself time to settle, standing seated or laying.
Let the materials shapes lines life around you penetrate your being and allow yourself to penetrate those things in return. Observe this interaction.
Hard and soft, reach out into the universe.
Breathe into your stomach.
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