26 12 / 2012
Philadelphia Museum of Art 12/12: Notes on Dancing Around the Bride
A wild edible drawing: kudzu hibiscus cattail eucommia clover. The light goes on and music starts. Not certain as to the movement. Not quite. Being near affects movement. Much minutiae. A crunching sound. The glass in pieces. No. In plastic, the great glass a set. Voila! A bent spoon.
Inside plastic drawers, poems. Drawers pulled open by guards. The guard says, visitors had been allowed to open the drawers, but then the visitors were closing them too hard — they were slamming the drawers to close them — so the visitors cannot be trusted. We cannot be trusted to open the clear plastic drawers full of poems.
and I’ll start all over again
living with interior immobility
enjoyment in the midst of countlessness
as though nothing had happened
as though tourists
living as though tourists always.
A visitor complains about not being able to take pictures or write with pen. She doesn’t understand since this exhibit is all about collaboration. The light changes and a city returns.
Close sounds overhead. A nude with little dots. Shadow then a hum. To imprint no. No imprinted. An ornament. A sound sculpture that lasts. I am waiting for things to happen. No. Not quite. Things just keep happening. Trains. Dancers with enormous feet. Thumping. A piano.
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