i wonder
if you are going to tire
of my frequent return
to Elsewhere.
i never do.
turn back now
if that is not the case
for you.
the vast quantity of collected Stuff
has not been exhausted
in use, iteration, or combination.
the freshness
comes from the eyes.hands.ears.minds
of the artists
who rotate through
each year,
each season.
but it is still of this world.
there's a new HVAC system
and new modern doors
that are jarring
(though, now, not ajar)
water with oranges
and video behind
it was open in parts
with performance pieces
from current resident artists
abfab
~ room of mirrors ~
& break-up stories
eleven hours in
live action
of his plight
here are his last twenty minutes...
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| good-bye, Pioneer Winter (aka man holding up glass tower) |
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| my love of diagramming sentences makes me feel right at home |
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| interesting juxtaposed to the man holding up the glass tower |
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| swing with a view |
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| view |
it was First Friday,
so we ambled over to the Forge area
& the UNCG art space
where we discovered
beautiful
by Amanda Crary
the square cards along the wall
each held sentence fragments
on another wall,
single words
which one could place together
to reform sentences
after which
the two readers would speak it
forwards/backwards/together/apart
it was language music
they read my sentence fragment
and i wanted more
