dance #266, roses that

dance #266, roses thatSaturday September 12, 2009

Roses that

Poem by d.a. levy.

10:40 p.m. Reading and re-reading this poem sent to me by Dorion. It’s been moving through me for a number of days. Percolating. The blooms propagating. In its rhythm I am caught. I feel the blooming as a rapid cycling rhythm of opening. I feel it in my gut, pulling at my centre. There’s something haunting in the rhythm. Blooming into oblivion. This poem is a crystal through which we might diffract an entire world of imaginary flowers and learn marvelous things about their affective pull.

Alice sits on a chair looking away while I play through gestures and draw. It was a glistening day.


~ by nmyers on September 12, 2009.

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