Spontaneous solo home dance practice + spoken words.
These words emerged during a dance & poetry session held by Villy Tichkova.
I am not I
I am it
the infinite field of grasshoppers
the infinite ripples of water circles
the infinite song in your mouth
I am it
the wind
the grasshopper
the pebble
I am it
your breathe
my breathe
the eyelids of my babies
opening to the world
the wolf
the deer
the gold
I am it
the unspoken
the bare truth
the raw light of love
I am it
your no
my yes
and everything in between
(25th March 2024)
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My skin is the sky*
an infinite shadow of dust, leaves and pebbles. Some feathers maybe. Fallen grace in the absence of gaze. I would remember the sound of joy if you would scream my name.
(…)
Home. Nest. My skin as a soft nest for you for me.
(…)
LAUGHING EMPTY.
LOVING EMPTY.
FUCKING UNDERSKIN TATTOOS.
FUCKING UNDERSKIN TATOOS.
(…)
I wish you could witness the gold on my heart skin.
(25th March 2024)
Notes :
* this first sentence is not from me but from a poem read by Villy, as a start for our own creation.
** “underskin tatooes” is a reference to Audrey Lorde in Zami, who describe the memory of her lover as emotional tatooes left on her skin forever
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More
Some other texts that emerged within that same workshop – not read in the video.
Here the proposal was to list what we have in our fridge. I don’t have a fridge, so here it goes :
If I had a fridge
I would have raw meat for the cats
home-made ice-scream lollies for the kids
and a little jar of something precious and delicious
maybe something to rub on my skin
maybe something to rub on your skin
If I had a fridge
I would put my head there sometimes
And I would save portions of my heart
for later
to replace the ones I left here and there
in the field of water lilies.
(March 25th 2024)
8th of April 2024
The widowed petals
The absence of you
“What have we done with the garden that has been entrusted to us?”
Desert it
Let it outgrow somebody else’s dream
We left our smell in the river bed
I left peebles among the trees and bushes
So we can find our way there again
The forest remember
I know you remember too
I wish the soft embrace of the willows and daffodils were enough to hold you safe
Suddenly it stopped
The sound
The ache
Suddenly there was space
no sun yet but space
subtle cracking of the clouds
subtle cracking of the heart
Suddenly I was here
Delicious sounds of birds in the rainy forest of my soul. Delicious thoughts. Delicious bread of yours. Beloved. Delicious fountain of joy.
and if it would be a wolf
sleeping by my side
guarding my dreams
from myself
paws on my heart
ear on my breathe
and if it would be a wolf
walking the path of loneliness
watching me stumbling and rising
singing and howling
everyday again and again
and if it would be a wolf
that scared your little red hood
when all I wanted
was to bake grandma’s cake
for you
everyday again and again
and if it would be a wolf
behind my gaze
yellow stillness
yellow unfaith
yellow glimpses of hope
and if it would a be wolf?
22nd of April :
(proposal : start sentences with “I’m hungry”)
I’m hungry for love, arms, skin
I’m hungry for dissolving my soul into yours
I’m hungry for resting
deep deep deep rest
the earth of yours, beloved
I’m hungry for ghosts bustings and fireworks
I’m hungry for the sweet bread of comfort and trust
I’m hungry for peace, birds and cats’ chests strokes
I’m hungry for not knowing,
knowing that I am welcome.
the first patter of a Sunday rain*
threads and needles left on the desk
green and red of a bitten strawberry
silent chimes of the phone
an empty teacup holding my future.
(NB : the first sentence is not from me, but the starting point of the text, from another poem read by Villy)