Inject This

Rehearsals of a dance + poetry project (3 dancers + 3 poets). November 2020, Wedding (Berlin, Europe) Dance: Anais Poulet, Jessie Monk, Dean Reeve Poetry: Adam Flint, Ron Edward, Robert Stastny Inject This a breath in convergence outlasting the fight for itself with grace, a voice in flight from gravity's silent mask These are serious times: Measures have to be taken: Three persons know exactly what is going on: Watch: They are going to let you in on details. She biked around regular morning circulation November calling everybody's inside There she is the snows of the moon in full November cover with flakes of chaos. cooling air outside the window. Break with the form of conventional news: with beard laughable the triangle square chest wise to circle drum short probable calculate Who's telling you what to do now? The air is late, the light unseen and the emptiness dancing to sharpen and scatter brighter elegance now reveled much then as now You knew it was coming, All of us knew: Why are you unprepared. the uncompromising facet and structure of song's blind thaw She wore it handsomely. bottom of an oak barrel Catch up with friends Send, Send, Send weight that of coffee Poets used to be well-bred Ringing with alarm Look at me dancing

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