| INFECTIOUS RHYTHMS In emptiness, we find usefulness: the absent air lends itself as a vase to transport drum beats and steel-string vibrations to our own willing and open vessels. Carved wood and tempered steel, slapping and crashing together; like the meeting of two bodies that know each other too well. A sharp river stone too soon is softened and sanded down to match the curvaceous currents. Two tandem bodies swirling in unison. Stones and currents dance, while woofers and tweeters sand down and soften jagged movements and shape the dancers to match its flow. Thunder-cracking words are whispered in my ear, as this scratchy swan-song lends my lungs to a regular breath and floods my blood with a sense of urgency. Beats and emotions invade the air we breathe being absorbed into our skin and invade our cells like a virus. Except that this sickness brings the most welcome symptoms: hips swaying and undulating. A body's motion molded by these infectious rhythms. |
|