Walking off the Line Contract for a Future Performance Stroll and turn and trip it lines up real nice not thinking at all. Just plop down right there, philosophic crease in the steam of tea . Then I am masked up moving slow, so slow. Trudging the way home, hill ancestor edged, quiet ghosts hunger. Joss paper, incense, Guinness-three bottles! That grandfather’s luck. His mettling drink knows not to entice, my spirit won’t dare. Then I’m on a stage Turning slow, so slow. All sense leaves the line, it can't be all bad, the striking of hands. | A Butoh poem of sorts Each line an image Each image an inspiration each artist inspired to move to each image This is a future performance in the making. Participants must proceed to make further contact. Contact now to participate. We can be everywhere .!. |
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