The Intimacies Project

waiting for meaning

admin — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 15:23:42 +0000

©billhayward

Paper Garden

clairedonato — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 18:24:46 +0000

Now we are talking about something, else we are talking, slapping
Slapping one, another slaps, another one slaps and an
Other’s leg grazes, up, ↑ towards the ceiling, a
Plaster surface upon which
Another’s leg grazes, slapping. And this athleticism, henceforth referred to as
The high top sneaker, the lower top sneaker—the shredded red
Dress pants, ripped at the seam by his hand.
And as for the new avant-garde,
And as for the new avant-gardist:
There is a garden somewhere that grows paper.
A garden, somewhere, a paper garden grows.

One Symbol of Grief

clairedonato — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 18:13:39 +0000

One horse holds the hand and sheds his handbook.
One horse loops and drops, kicks a cylindrical pipe.
One kicks the back calf rotation. This is the shimmy-shim out.
One kicks the other kicks dull metal music. Sounds like a cylindrical pipe.
To tell the truth, a pelvic girdle leads with all its might.
The human pelvis: an object into which the neck may be inserted.
And the pelvis spirals out. This is the absence of
Hands caused by halo effect. O, the cylindrical calf,
Its spiral effect. O, living dead life,
Quench my thirst with your contrarian muscle.
Sir, quench my abdominal ways; lift my leg overhead.
And if it becomes too much liquid, I too become the dead marionette.
I become the key grip, also hung backstage.
And if you feel the urge to slap me, slap my pelvic girdle.
The hand atop the foot atop is one symbol of grief.

at the rover – july 6, 2010

admin — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 17:46:03 +0000

Now he is tearing up books in a wholly blind rage he is tearing out one puppet’s strings.
And now too they are dancing some coy little mamba, she with her torn dress and
Now she is gone. What is left is the ground, a ream of torn paper,
The sound of the rain on the ground and the audience, clapping?
O, cue the books and his furnace.

Untitled

jeff t johnson — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 01:30:40 +0000

Here the place

We lean into

A hard plane

Both and another

Both our audience

Take them apart

A classic design

Our last scene

Room

jeff t johnson — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 01:14:40 +0000

As were its own

How’s the room

Outside the storm

Of movement, the horse

Upside down in the tree

The room is part of the room

When together when

We neighbor each

Past, song

More in a bit…

jeff t johnson — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 00:07:22 +0000

We will return to blogging once Jordan and Billy come out.

Meanwhile, observe the ambient stretching…

Try not to kick anybody.

jeff t johnson — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 23:44:29 +0000

How’s the Room?

jeff t johnson — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 23:42:16 +0000

Numberless iteration
In a different room

In every movement
Make it up

To one another: skin
To skin: speak

When is this time
This time forward

Is there a cue
For starting

The Intimacies Project at The Rover Soho – July 6th at 8:00

admin — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 17:37:16 +0000

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