Friday, 22 February 2013

body : documentation : Becky

An absent fem body

In an anxious state of knowing I am not there and knowing you are there I sit and begin to consider what the thoughts may be or the words are and whether they are broken or full or both and will be both and will have stutter and breath and be of your body. This is body in my absence and is body in the action of being here and not there. The here is of its present and there is of a future. Both now will have shifted and altered as body and time have shifted from there and here and here and now. Movement of time in body as my body moves in time it is out of time with yours in another space in the same space and always in another space. The other space is.

Regulated as absent it was a striking look from there.

The present. Moving away from it is the position of where.

They are in my mind.

Steady as hip against side of chain.

Left there her bareness startles in constant forward of on-going.

Can a point drift further from this. Hip up and paralleled across.

Flattens out over come with non. Go between the negative yeah. Handling it as they do will.

They are in my on-going.

Left and across its leg bends to contract a joint going.

Having spent time combing it now moves.

To just stop is not enough. A way.

They are in my thinking.

Pointing further in the way of body. I aim to move from it.

Lengthening away from. Toward. Going.

Let it rest in the cup of it likening the wood to her bare neck as it moves.

They can ask. They going on in up motions pointing at. Closely.

Gentle and in a speaking voice let there considerations strike them.

How to stay to wait on to stutter through. Lining.

In action of non there is a present hole in. Because.

Shifting a code. Gender is less than it has.

Offering in an empathy. They progress.

In having it here. It is body.

Saturday, 9 February 2013

voice : documentation : Eley

Sprechstimme [Minutes of a Meeting]

i. Their initials spell P-E-N which is a pretty trick.
ii. The speaker of the house is portable - Nisha carried her here in a pale body-bag.
iii. Our spectrum-correspondent caused colours to be discussed, and appropriate palates are established.

I’m discussing with either a) Canova’s The Three Graces or b), in terms of hair colour


the issue of ventriloquism, of braiding throats, of making statements ambient when you’re aiming to be easier on the ear than on the eye; ‘a face and poetry for radio,’ someone could have said, and her tastebud ellipses would Braille off into the King’s Cross Orion’s Belt Centre for Collaboration (trepanning for peepholes, there: that’s memory for you). More personas than chins, than limbs, the emphasis has a dying fall upon prosody - you can mewl some of the people some of the time but Plath sounded like she could present Listen With Mother and charge by the minute. According to yesterday’s news I’m [this] much closer to walking down an approved aisle at an approved pace while today a spokesman ‘emerged from a horsemeat summit’. If you’re going to topsy-turvy policy and activism I may as well

E: [raises yoghurt-spoon warningly]

get the words out in the right order for the three small bones of your ear and their metaphors that recall blacksmithery and gob-jockeys.

Friday, 8 February 2013

voice : documentation : Prue

When you read
your reluctant cunt
poem I find it
erotic:             all mystics
are brown she says
& I check my privilege
with a big white smile

& the problem with getting involved
with a witch doctor ethnic-box-ticked
kind of woman is she says
I want you
to be the
grinning skull
of my ritual;
hair washed in Malbec
& alcoholic tannin
dictionaries &
soon enough we’re in
on Wednesday nights
planning how best to
queer her outfits for
the trendy poetics

which has evenings South
of where she’ll go with me
but even if it’s egotism were
we to mix like a compass
breaking on the pavement
& resolve this mess in undress
it’d be fucking wonderful

I drink a lot of
cheap wine today
to forget who I
would really like
to fuck            and last week
his heart was the Tooting street
outside against mine beating back-
to-chest  with this London
historic palpitating all ours to hold
like being 21 & aesthetically
all this sameness
with hair colour nostalgia

oh baby                      --- why do you resent me so?
I just can’t leave you alone
you suit these stanzas like
a well-fitted three piece
& if I were all stone & compacted fat
do you think we’d flirt like fingers
type-writing Steve McCaffery style
because I’d like to redo the communist
manifesto between your fingers & more

maybe have a carnival all our own
if we’re prepared to cut between the
papers & make mistakes like Alice did
when she played secretary in an
elaborate game of sleep deprivation
& secretary/boss

& while I still  would prefer to be the poodle
Eley is drinking blood somewhere in Twickenham
Nisha is deciding on a new London locatedness &
Emma has forsaken technology for her fabricated
Northern living                      coal fuelled & bleak 

and Her regime III

and Her regime II

the body of the condemned

and Her regime I

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