Dance of Innocent Passion
blood throbbing blood throbbing blood
through the world in your ear you knock
your decay into being, short
at first further then, here
i
you say, here, there, the signs you make
in the making of signs, the earth
that you grasp into grasping of air
and with that you pass innocence' sorrow
onto passion the pounding rhythm
whereoff ensues on cauldrons the crazy
field of drops, the woolly whirls
of melody waking up
her cute leg turnup at sheet edge
her rosy turning of an o to a pillow
of air in which your cabinet of sonorities
explodes its fluffy cloudlets,
the verbo-plumose sung-dial flops its dawn
and out shake the colours into light
and out gust your wasting pumps, your buzz
and your downward rooting urge and shrill
into its heavenly hook the woken cackling clicks
the stiffs whose bodies were mentioned
within scorching sight of lacking leg
swallowing sweet nectar with toothless mediation
and thou smilest the smile of noble gents
acting executioner of thing thirsty kids
whose toys you toss over slave-handedly
rejecting joy sticks as earthly kicks, look
you say don't you see what i said?
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| dv 2018 - “SUN(t)RA(nce) #3: Dance of Innocent Passion" |
Original Dutch text: https://dirkvekemans.com/2018/03/03/dance-of-innocent-passion/
the NKdeE SUN(T)RA(NCE) program is an all-time tribute to SUN RA.
the texts and drawings were made while listening to the composition their title refers to.
editing afterwards was very limited, so you get to read/view them like straight from the saturnal trance.
the texts and drawings were made while listening to the composition their title refers to.
editing afterwards was very limited, so you get to read/view them like straight from the saturnal trance.
the texts happened tomorrow in Dutch in 2008, translations into English and the drawings, using some methods/results from the second writing program, would be from yesterday in 2018
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