A
composition of found texts from the Heads art & text series September to November, 2016
THIS HAS BECOME MY LANGUAGE
When the showcase is over
and a woman is the normal
consciousness, everything changed.
this has become my language
trying to weave
increasingly rare encounters
just
moving in the wind. I
sharing
the potent stories
when asked to pinpoint the very
the broken objects
growing up in a country shaped
“I carefully walked along
in their trembling bones
paint
runs in the rain
those
curious sensations
hemmed
her in.
in
an audacious dream of
was
so strung out
her
on the streets
in
a cardigan.”
standing
out in our minds
she
uses them to shut out the world
from
the inside
dark
reality and
something
about the face
being
in the right place
can’t
articulate in words
think
deeper.