scent of water, rotting things
the drag of silky strings
I pull these bones and
against the draw.
what Impetus governs movement? desire? swimming through atmospheres, entertaining all the subtleties of subjective experience. this body is a vessel that lies in wait beneath conventions and conceptual architectures. it is a blueprint of divinity. a map of buried freedoms.
words are visceral, scaffolding of myth and poetry - connective tissue that conducts the destruction and creation of heaven and hell through the latticework of mind.
installation of "I" into the phenomenological orchestra. i wish to move through, over and outside the fences of habit. to unearth earth. to place a magnifying glass over the absurd vignettes of unfolding experience....