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sentients in motion
8 Mar 2009
7 Mar 2009
Vespers (92)
I refrain from breathing the whole story
for mutual imperfect understanding
already apprenticed to habitual mistakes
Land mass, land lease, land held
handiwork askance remain in keeping with
so many rivers known to drizzle through pure rock
Each night I possess only incoming discussion
to repair, each succeeding day I answer
what I thought you asked, in keeping with respective roles
Lavender tea makes recognition play though
the variety of sounds shining on sea salt
where the waves turn shallow silk
The waves are parts of us that leave the hearth
then come back as if commanded in the privacy
of our own homonyms made palpable again
for mutual imperfect understanding
already apprenticed to habitual mistakes
Land mass, land lease, land held
handiwork askance remain in keeping with
so many rivers known to drizzle through pure rock
Each night I possess only incoming discussion
to repair, each succeeding day I answer
what I thought you asked, in keeping with respective roles
Lavender tea makes recognition play though
the variety of sounds shining on sea salt
where the waves turn shallow silk
The waves are parts of us that leave the hearth
then come back as if commanded in the privacy
of our own homonyms made palpable again
6 Mar 2009
Vespers (91)
Veneer upholds the dream until dissenting weather tastes away the inference of depth in surfaces. Plural as daylight, experience brings on divergence toward self service or devotion. At the beside, a chalk-toned book, The Scala Santa. I know from birth. Today has turned tomorrow prior to my sleep. She left us seven years ago, we learned two days beyond. How is it possible to hold the reach desire attempts to do, by rote, across the moments priestly and still plain. A dowry of fragility comes late to consciousness. In a quality of attention one cannot unlearn. Expensive as a belief in safety.
5 Mar 2009
4 Mar 2009
Thermometer
Procurement or to
professionally cure mental anguish by money
thee ol' yoke Pension pot
alias soup spooning revere politics (deck)
Terror remaking thunder emaciated
limbs, a heart in a shell
Tinkerbell perpetuate Predicament
to predict a mental state of anguish
lost in words works numbers fumbles (remedial)
the imaginary empire irascible ipse dixit
voracious uterus
Spring fall,
looser in ferile psychopathy, @kernel
imprisoned embellishment calling (jingoism)
Sun strapped cash back embroiling sex soaking madness
loony news rung by Paxman (sanity)
looped by impossible hair and make up (dream state)
the sheen of the flickering screen
and studio lights blue all colours (Thatcherism)
lead to blue
a tornado to crush this flux
6 figure sum are hand span
deliver concise (action by metaphores)
flux concrete a Monaco dividend
creation myth, solopsism of enemies
pithologism Intertainment (felony)
the loose star of dreams
shattered by change (verses for public money)
within habitual change
~ Along with many other ideas, this poem adresses the huge pots of money and bonuses that top business people take, even when their organisation may be propped up by public money. Other's have taken six figure bonuses when they have underperformed or mismanaged events.
professionally cure mental anguish by money
thee ol' yoke Pension pot
alias soup spooning revere politics (deck)
Terror remaking thunder emaciated
limbs, a heart in a shell
Tinkerbell perpetuate Predicament
to predict a mental state of anguish
lost in words works numbers fumbles (remedial)
the imaginary empire irascible ipse dixit
voracious uterus
Spring fall,
looser in ferile psychopathy, @kernel
imprisoned embellishment calling (jingoism)
Sun strapped cash back embroiling sex soaking madness
loony news rung by Paxman (sanity)
looped by impossible hair and make up (dream state)
the sheen of the flickering screen
and studio lights blue all colours (Thatcherism)
lead to blue
a tornado to crush this flux
6 figure sum are hand span
deliver concise (action by metaphores)
flux concrete a Monaco dividend
creation myth, solopsism of enemies
pithologism Intertainment (felony)
the loose star of dreams
shattered by change (verses for public money)
within habitual change
~ Along with many other ideas, this poem adresses the huge pots of money and bonuses that top business people take, even when their organisation may be propped up by public money. Other's have taken six figure bonuses when they have underperformed or mismanaged events.
27 Feb 2009
the dependency clause of the shadow equation (Vespers 90.1)
Thank you Sheila for sharing this concept.
2 many memories disrobe once distortion | ||
precipitates | ||
heads with a pantonime of despondency | ||
26 Feb 2009
Vespers (90)
Show absorbs (this day
Shadow equation (given
Memory disrobes (apart from
Distortion once (precipitation
Too many (clarities
Lingering responses (chaste
Head filled (pantomime
With despondency (attuned
Maybe window (growth
Coverings fall (gravity
Beneath immediacy (tabled
Behind present (capsized winter
Attention focused (ventriloquized
Here again (loquacity
Fallen forward (tame fumes
As if (dependence clause
Shadow equation (given
Memory disrobes (apart from
Distortion once (precipitation
Too many (clarities
Lingering responses (chaste
Head filled (pantomime
With despondency (attuned
Maybe window (growth
Coverings fall (gravity
Beneath immediacy (tabled
Behind present (capsized winter
Attention focused (ventriloquized
Here again (loquacity
Fallen forward (tame fumes
As if (dependence clause
25 Feb 2009
21 Feb 2009
Shobana Jeyasingh - "Flickr"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QB5jKqOzTY
This is the kind of dance that inspired me to dance in the first place. I'm sure that the bastards will never let me do this kind of dancing, however I keep trying!
What I like about this dance is that it is neither here nor there. It may as well be meaningless as much as it is meaningful. The choreography is a "displacement" of culture(s), to the degree that the computerised flickers in the background (after about 3 minutes of the video) are neither human or otherwise - a spiritual truth, rather than one of place, nationality, objective reality and the familiarity of objects. By spiritual I don't mean religious, nor do I mean something connected with extra sensory perception, or some other spooky manifestation, I just mean the soul, our sense of being human.
Admittedly, the computer graphics, although connected to the dancers' movements are pretty damn dated, but that adds to the charm. The naivety of dance; its bodily (un)sophistication and limited patterns of expression allow for an immediacy of expression and its removal from the opaque imagery of computer images and video allow dance to sit next to new media arts and say "I can play with you, but I will never be you".
Evidently, this is an "intellectual" dance, although it is not pretentious, in the sense that Modern dance can be. There isn't this odd Modernist idea that dance must have profound subject-matter, but fuck the style! Here, the intellectuality is in the fusion of cultures and styles, and the sophistication of thought that creates choreography with elegant subtlety. It asks many questions and reflects today's "global community", but there are few if any answers.
Isn't the music great? I remember watching another of Jeyasingh's works, "No exit" accompanied by Michael Nyman's notated music for electric guitar! At times Nyman can be messy with his compositions, a la Vaughn Williams' muddy orchestrations, but mostly, this guitar music "kicked ass" and remained abstract and ethereal, as only an electric guitar can!
The main two concerns, stylistically speaking, for Jeyasingh are Indian dance and Western concert styles. However, once again there is no pretension, no "look at me aren't I clever", so prevalent in some Modern dance (that probably nearly killed it off!). The fluidity and funkiness of the choreography reminds the viewer of Jazz or ballroom styles and, although the Indian hand gestures and styling are subtle, they are at times, wilfully graphic.
Simon
P.s. apologies, I could not embed video in page!
This is the kind of dance that inspired me to dance in the first place. I'm sure that the bastards will never let me do this kind of dancing, however I keep trying!
What I like about this dance is that it is neither here nor there. It may as well be meaningless as much as it is meaningful. The choreography is a "displacement" of culture(s), to the degree that the computerised flickers in the background (after about 3 minutes of the video) are neither human or otherwise - a spiritual truth, rather than one of place, nationality, objective reality and the familiarity of objects. By spiritual I don't mean religious, nor do I mean something connected with extra sensory perception, or some other spooky manifestation, I just mean the soul, our sense of being human.
Admittedly, the computer graphics, although connected to the dancers' movements are pretty damn dated, but that adds to the charm. The naivety of dance; its bodily (un)sophistication and limited patterns of expression allow for an immediacy of expression and its removal from the opaque imagery of computer images and video allow dance to sit next to new media arts and say "I can play with you, but I will never be you".
Evidently, this is an "intellectual" dance, although it is not pretentious, in the sense that Modern dance can be. There isn't this odd Modernist idea that dance must have profound subject-matter, but fuck the style! Here, the intellectuality is in the fusion of cultures and styles, and the sophistication of thought that creates choreography with elegant subtlety. It asks many questions and reflects today's "global community", but there are few if any answers.
Isn't the music great? I remember watching another of Jeyasingh's works, "No exit" accompanied by Michael Nyman's notated music for electric guitar! At times Nyman can be messy with his compositions, a la Vaughn Williams' muddy orchestrations, but mostly, this guitar music "kicked ass" and remained abstract and ethereal, as only an electric guitar can!
The main two concerns, stylistically speaking, for Jeyasingh are Indian dance and Western concert styles. However, once again there is no pretension, no "look at me aren't I clever", so prevalent in some Modern dance (that probably nearly killed it off!). The fluidity and funkiness of the choreography reminds the viewer of Jazz or ballroom styles and, although the Indian hand gestures and styling are subtle, they are at times, wilfully graphic.
Simon
P.s. apologies, I could not embed video in page!
19 Feb 2009
Vespers (89)
on screen, a taut white structure in the open by the sea
apart from sand these people lying down with moonlight
some sea spray as lamp of thought
a field of thrush in rhythm then the quiet of the sea
tone swollen to a phrase of midnight almost pure
as lacing sleeves of white won silver
smoothed across the space in tune
with lumens breathy as the deafness of a still composer
staves filled with a voice approaching
spleen of visible young music heeding rules learned
in the silhouette of childhood
pooled against invented windows mythological and sure
apart from sand these people lying down with moonlight
some sea spray as lamp of thought
a field of thrush in rhythm then the quiet of the sea
tone swollen to a phrase of midnight almost pure
as lacing sleeves of white won silver
smoothed across the space in tune
with lumens breathy as the deafness of a still composer
staves filled with a voice approaching
spleen of visible young music heeding rules learned
in the silhouette of childhood
pooled against invented windows mythological and sure
18 Feb 2009
Corredizo
Text-Art by Jeff Crouch and Diana Magallon. "Corredizo" is a beautiful work that balances both text and imagery excellently. The Spanish text is reflected in the style and colouration of the image; they compliment each other very well.
Simon
17 Feb 2009
12 Feb 2009
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