Sunday 3 April 2022

2022.2 Concerted

Today on the They//Us workshop, I was asked to provide five emoji and we were all asked to write something from them in 15 minutes. Here they are:

:happywiggle:👀:happyflappyhands::galaxy_brain:🔥

(hope these work!)

It’s not like you haven’t thought this before, your mind expanding to touch the other elements at play, but here, fearing dissolution, you succumb to the most basic ways of centring yourself, deft in your clumsiness. Clutching solidity, you look to the others and it’s difficult. Martin’s eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them, and it’s nothing like unalloyed delight – he’s bright with all the colours of panic, static and absolute. You slew your gaze to Jenny, bouncing, hands almost frantic, but gleaming with glee, and you feel like a traitor, want to turn away to take your terror elsewhere, protect her from its stain. Chris burns, but you’re learning that that’s the ground state of their being, a bedrock of molten ire that can be surprisingly ecstatic at times, or even an elemental type of serenity. And maybe you’ll take their brightness, her joy, and his rigour into yourself, let yourself find the rhythm of prisms, the ligature of ignominious connections, abetting your own everything, and just sway, horrible and lovely, blank-faced, forgetting grace in the the name of truth.

Lights flash, gliding past.
You are entering the beat,
tucked into the pit.

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