The Space Project

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