I loose myself
in the process of someone else
when I fall in
an out of love
but I still push down your zipper
under moonlight
night skies and
washed out droplets on the window pane
I smell you on this 846 night train
in the feeling of cold
you still keep me warm
as you compress to me
I caress every inch
of your chest
and hope to confess you by name
as I drop lower to loosen
your thighs
your eyes no longer visible
inside darkened desires
I close my eyes and secretly smile
inside your mouth
I want you to feel everything and depend on my touch
tell me what kind of night this is
and I’ll shout out loud my affection
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My work explores reading, writing and making within a Sound Arts Practice. I am addressing and searching for both the imaginary self and the transparent other through an expanded field of narrative; crossing and stepping within and through the boundaries and structures of public and private spaces. The linear and non-linear formations of spaces perceived through language and text, both visible and audible, aim to form new discourses of the imaginary, and the multiple identities that we portray.
The fluctuation between aurality, orality, the written word as visual (text; typed and hand written), and the spoken word through performance suggests an interplay between a singular and a plural self; the heterogeneous, through both truth and mythical dialogue that bridges a gap between the idea of accuracy and the imaginary. My work aims to project a representation and rejection of the absolute reality that visual representation can sometimes assume.
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I really like your poetry, it draws your senses in. Lovely. I myself have felt drawn towards romantic poetry prefering Bryon, Keats, Shelly.
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Thank you!
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