A CAST on dancing demons

Veza Fernández über Dancing’s Demons von Elizabeth Ward
 
© Kati Göttfried
Veza Fernández über Dancing’s Demons von Elizabeth Ward

there is no heaven
just the vast sky holding up to the deepest of ancestral
mineralia
which is what burns in the darkness of layers and layers of sedimented
what has always ever happened
it is still happening
as if history of what is
is eternal density
is collapsing
by overwriting
again and again
until there is no space for breathing
seeing through
cause what is can only be sensed
remembered
or being moved
in intensity
is here
already
about to happen
the tremor of
past present sublimity
about to
burst
thrust
stream
genitalia
shifting
the beat of the two
counting
three
infiltrating the forces that release
between your open arms
like a blow
your open wings
listening is a gesture
that follows the stroke of light you are sending to me
pushing it into where it aches more
awaken is the beast
mutating
within
dance
is
writing
rewriting
the space in all its complexity
the doomed
the who cannot read with the flesh
and the hungry eyeballs
you are holding with your claws
punching your way out of the ground
holding my guts
until
you punish me
with the erection of the deepest ear
which is arisen
while dancing
by you women
witches
puta
cool
machine
Ausdruckstänzerinnen from the
past which was already modern
is ancient
the force of a series of steps, jumps, gestures
within out through past future now rhythms
that hold the beat of making history
Within the flesh
Which is again dancing
Which kills when it’s done
vomiting eternal germinations
that live further in all the dances to come
and all of this unnoticed
Dancing is the art of feeling the gesture step into power
in eternal Sehnsucht
which is the memory that affects the skin in all its extreme limits
so wake me up
wake us all up
hold my chin
bring your teeth close to me
and never let me go
just bite me with
your intention
shaping
triangular metamorphoses of elementary difference
and
victory fists
claws
fingertips
trespassing the dancing linoleum
high frequency is the drop drop
leaking we are with floor hell and guts
while you three invoke reorientation
challenging time with suspension
tearing apart the gaze from the known
and leaving all trace there
drop drop
leave
let me breath
radiating under the green light
poison
you leave the trace of the diabolic dance
the only capable
of shifting what remains undone

 

Veza Fernandez ist eine Künstlerin der Stimme und des Ausdrucks von Tanz. Sie lebt in Wien. Konkret beschäftigt sie sich mit dem poetischen und politischen Potenzial des instinkthaft Dissonanten. Darüber hinaus schreibt sie Gedichte, singt ohne Worte und macht verblüffend wortreiche Comedy. veza.at

 

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