I WANT TO GO TO JAPAN
AND THE CENTRE FOR COSMIC WONDER.
I WANT GO- DO- THINGS
EAT- AND I LOVE
BLESS THE WANDERING POEM
THAT COMES FROM SOMEWHERE
OF MEANING.
I AM MOMENTING (MO-MEN-TUM-ING)
FULL COLOUR
I HAVE NEVER
HAD PAIN LIKE
THIS-
TEST OF SKIN
BEING
ALL THE WAY INSIDE -
AND BEYOND -
A BODY
OF CONSTRAINT
A BODY OF CONSTANT
CHANGE
GIVE MY ATTENTION TO THE
BELLS OF THE MOMENT
THE POEM I AM SINGING
WITH THE WORDS
SUNG OF WITHOUT
NOISE
I WANT THIS DANCE
TO CONTINUE
FOREVER EVEN IF I AM
NOT WATCHING
A SECOND
OF NOISE
FILLING UP FULL
EAT OPENED CANS OF LOVE
WITH FINGERS.
THE SOUND OF TAUGHT SOLES
ON HARD SURFACES
I CAN- NOT- MOVE
QUICKLY.
I LOST- WHAT
I WAS WATCHING-
I AM ONLY-
AND NOTHING
FILLED WITH
EMPTY ATOMS
HELD CLOSE TOGETHER
AND MOVING
AS EVERYTHING IS-
MOVING
IS THIS WHAT WE CALL DANCE?
IS THIS WHAT WE CALL
BREATH?
IS THIS THE ESSENCE
OF ACROBATICS?
I AM QUANTUM
PHYSICS.
I TRAVEL WITHOUT MOVING
I AM
WONDERING
WITHOUT CARING
OR HOLDING
ANYONE TO IT.
I WANT TO WEAR
MY FACE PAINTED.
GARISH-
ILLUMINATED
LEWD
I BREATH IN EXPERIENCES
WHICH COULD PERHAPS
BE EXPLAINED,
LEAFING THROUGH
PAGES OF PHYSICS
AND MYSTICISM
WHAT IS CONSCIOUSNESS
TO TELL ANOTHER WITH
NO CLUE.
WHERE DO I BEGIN,
AND IS THERE
AN END POINT.
CAN I BE
MAPPED LIKE
A CONSTELLATION
OR MOUNTAIN.
REDUCED TO END
POINTS. ALL POINTS,
JOINED TOGETHER. -
ARE ATOMS
THE SMALLEST ISOLATIONS -
SEPARATE ?
SEPARATE FROM EACH
OTHER BUT IN A DANCE ?
SOUND - MATTER - WAVE - CELL
DO WE EACH
HAVE OUR OWN
SEPARATE COLLECTIONS
OF OSCILLATION?
WHERE DO I BEGIN + END ?
ONENESS ?
I LOVE IT AND
ALMOST UNDERSTAND -
COMPRE- SLIP
IN AND OUT
BEYOND OBVIOUS
REACH OF INTELLECT
CLOSER THROUGH
MARK MAKING,
EMBODIMENT,
ASCENSION
TO
FREQUENCY, ORGASM.
ELECTRIC
BOMBARDMENT
OF EMPTINESS
I AM SITLL
AND EVERY THING MOVES
chay-ya
streaming/writing while
watching/ experiencing
brooke amity stamp’s performance
at MCG
29 May 2010, 6pm
Friday, June 4, 2010
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