in the world there is no animal, human, molecule of water
that moves without a reason for moving
always with a specific design in space
with a relationship to everything that moves around it
and a particular energetic flow and rhythm
fast for hot
etc
Without all that
your dance sucks
and let's be honest
there's a lot of sucky art out there
this bit
not withstanding.
Showing posts with label poem 37. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 37. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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Green On Red
Everyone lives
On some sort of island
Death and angels
On the ground
There’s incoming sound
And the man up front
Moves all the time
He’s frantic, dehydrated
He’s the captain but
He's got no authority
Death and angels
On the ground.
On some sort of island
Death and angels
On the ground
There’s incoming sound
And the man up front
Moves all the time
He’s frantic, dehydrated
He’s the captain but
He's got no authority
Death and angels
On the ground.
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