writing/index
the slit of light hitting the dust
the thing that you preserve
is not the real thing, but the representation
the same questions (re)turn to you
over and over and over again.
different iterations, same patterns.
this is, in part, a question of weight.
(film deteriorates.)
***
you teach me about time:
how things cycle, live, die.
(what remains?)
this is, in part, a question of wait.
***
THE DISINTEGRATION OF THINGS
begins in darkness. you.
light a stick of incense. quietly
***
INHALE
we know each other from before.
circling.
we come back for each other,
into each other,
re/turning, inseparable
***
shadows
elongate with time
stretching fleeting bodies
into thick air
SHOT LIST I
tides
salt mines
fish bones
fog
molting
mycelial night
SHOT LIST III
birds
of prey
birds
breathing
tides
in and out
birds
bones
sky
***
YOUR BODY
is earth touching hand,
touching water
touching fire,
touching air
FILM
is chemical
touching light,
touching fluid,
touching time
MUTATIONS
film has a body
that is chemically altered
(kind of like us)
BOTH AND
whether you're
watching the film
or making the film,
your body is (in) it
SHOT LIST II
you,
turning over the soil
with your hands
you,
holding water
you,
a night ocean,
a forest,
a corner,
a cave
you,
a verdant blur
(and yet)
EXHALE
a jagged fluid leaking
into the corner of time
or was it leaking at all
was it osmosis;
do you remember where you are going
(( there is a sense that guides you ))
you open the parentheses
and we wait, crouched
( how do you feel without your head )
***
let it pour out of you
into vastness, into expanse
soft blue shadow
see it:
slow revolutions,
standing, barefoot,
black, slip.
low ground.
tracing the grief through organs,
root to tip. undulating.
being born, emerging
from darkness
i felt you in the slit of light hitting the dust