measuring winter, 6 dancers [hazel, zygote, moonbeam, hayden, orpheus, stearns]
Absence defines the negative space of composition, the sculptor’s relief.
Song that is wanted is still song.
Soon there will be more determinations of inclines; protractors set against the shrinking sky.
The entertainment questioned as fair or foul play.
The panda cub in China somersaults new snow hills and does not appear to be lonely in this instance, at least.
Strangely, it becomes possible to live inside complexities that no one, (if) aside from you (if being doubtful by its very nature) will understand.
There will be more agenda items to cover, examine, sign off on.
Ink is still preferable in most scenarios, but for how long no one can say.
One wants elucidation not murkiness, but the will, itself, can be unkind.
When your situation flourishes robustly, I’ll send notification to effective parties, C.O.D., about your spiritual disarray.
We’ll do the math or lunch at a secret to-be-determined time.
Expect an important announcement, something unequivocal.
We’ve tallied the courage of all involved, who traveled unchartered distances, no longer self-betrayed.
Sometimes one has to dig underneath the snow banks savagely, bare-handed, from personal languishing.
A relinquishing of representation might identify the smallest crevices of light.
It won’t be long until the hour undoes itself, the appointment evaporates from the waiting room, all the keys go missing from the frozen piano.
The orchestra, interpretive and fluid, expands the stage constructed for dreamers.
Conceptual art at its absolute best, how strange: what we are—or might explain.