Truing [10-28 Performance]

Screencast plays performance of “Truing.”

iTunes and multiple browser windows arranged on the screen.

Typing on screen: We’re here to make an idea real, a movie.
It will be a moving thing that brings response.
The bee sting. The bicycle. Guitar string.
The shearsman
strumming into being
the bread and the stone,
which links to craft,
which leads to art,
which brings us to now.

Typing on screen: We need words like water.
We need their circulations
for turning ideas,
for truing them
and bringing them into tune,
the way a wheel might speak
through its spokes.
Thus,
we,
too,
give voice
through the wire.

Typing on screen: We’re shifting like sand and sea
drifting over plates,
like wetlines
changing place
with the tides.
We’re lifting.
Collecting.
Spacing.
And repeating.
Gathering
before coming ashore.

Typing on screen: Light casts movements
like green or blue
or green and blue.
The tracings are
breath or wind
or flowings
like skin turning bubble
and returning wet
with mind sight.
The mixing laps at the overlaps
of image, song, word,
or heard whisper from a front porch.
Shh. . . .
This is important.

Typing on screen: This is the healing of the split.
It’s the organic mechanic
opening a window to see
surfaces, saying
we can change shape,
we can move together
as we do in this moment
through the film.