PRACTICE – GESTURES – TACTICS — RESIST
Inflection: left sweep, humerus, arc, turn
Inflection: the dream’s arm, the beat’s wing
Motion: quarter turn, and seen
through the scrim, the seem-stain of its edging.
It is a field of gray-brown, a soft diffusing:
iris-rain. The bodies somber and phantom.
Some leg says, “Pulse and pause, arch, flex,
contract. This is kind of a step, kind of
sideways flying. This likes defying
space and what defines it.” This like
defiance is a violence, primed set.
Thus like silence is a mime, a blind
beating at the border of variation.
Some hand says, “Come to the circle
of my grasp, soft task, dim slip
in my imprecision. I gaze, I grip,
I pulse my fingers into scroll.”
Turn to the turbulence of from –
core, medium, torso in its anchor,
its beyond. Torn air — accepts,
expels its entry, portal, key.
Then trails its shape, boreal, ghostly.
Part, turn. Deflection in a space, a twist:
the beat’s swarm, the multiplying determine.
Inflect, deform.
