The monster explorer, trapped behind bars of adult hesitation. So many maybes, so few yeses. Life mutilated on its knees to the false gods of money and I don’t have time.
Moments of happy connection, are they a herd of the specific place and time of 6:30-9pm. Or are they accurately observed, true behind the door and outside it.
When you look at me, there’s a world I want to give you. So many explorations, innovations, really leaving your body and flying to the stars. I want to show you the monster explorer, to pull you into my world, but should I cross the boundaries of contact improvise to touch you?
It’s just a damn moment and I hold back the monster. Look away, breathe out, or touch harder but not too hard – softer but not too soft. Can I not reveal what is creature and what is creator. Can I not show you how haunted I am to unite with the whole through its parts. I’m a soul stuck in a human body. I’m a slave stuck in an obnoxious human world.
In moving moments of connection, strength, excitement and anger. I pull you, push you, but what I really want is to move through you. To explore you, seeking me inside you. Dripping desire, aggression, death and enlightenment, your dripping sweat and quick breath, but a sign of the supernatural world around and inside us.
Can I cross the boundaries of contact improvise to be what I am, slowly undressing your persona? I’m endlessly curious to know what’s inside, because your true face is the face of the creator.
“Contact improvisation is a form of improvised dancing that has been developing internationally since 1972. Contact improvisation involves the exploration from one’s body to the next by using the fundamentals of sharing weight, touch, being kinetically aware and finding a point of contact between you and your partner(s). American dancer and choreographer Steve Paxton had first conceived and presented this form of movement and has impacted how dancers and people view movement by a large factor.”
Me in Gallery X reading the Arabic poems. If you would like to see the background work, you can find the preparatory documents below the event images.
A big thank you to my dad. I could not have done this without him.
My poem Nudity without touch has been published in Flare 5; a publication from the Sunflower open mic sessions.
Thank you Declan MC, Eamon Mag Uidhir and Nigel Baker.
My poem Chemistry has been published by Flare 3. Cool!
My poem Sad published by Burning House Press on their website and Twitter.
I wrote this poem when I was training with Women’s Aid, and was overwhelmed by the horrors of domestic violence against women.
You can read the full poem on their site, or below: