the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

recorded 5.3.18

A spider wove a web of sound and I was consensually captured. The lacework vibrated, whispered, screamed, and sang with the spider’s commands and I balance-beam-danced on filaments of pleasure. As I moved along paths of sound my experience of the spider’s art was altered. I played with proximity, angles, and intersections of waves and through my movements the almost imperceivable threads were revealed.

Then sound fell away. All the others stopped dancing. Yet I could not stop. I held onto the frequency which was still vibrating through my flesh, anticipating the next note to be plucked... Which string, which speaker, which wavelength? But nothing followed and finally I too fell out of the web with a heavy plunk.

recorded 12.3.18

recorded 26.2.18