ENTKUNSTUNG III Preface

Maze

Dance Capsule #4

Five Poems

Spaces are dancefloors waiting for the drop in order to exist.

But when happiness is an Event that

souvenir (words)

a surface skin with a soft outer tissue.

beyond chance and control

she would ignore she would sniff she would kill she would forget

is a dancer, choreographer and performer living and working in New York City.

Looking up there would only wreck
 your soft neck I like to bite into when we fuck.

Perineal Visitor (Poem)

our bodies: are accessories to zeros and ones

notes on ?-based language

Some times when I watch the dancefloor I try to tell whether if those that dance are happier than those that talk

The feeling that your time Is dwindling

The repetition did not drain my sound however: it converted it to something gradually more familiar: from a song to a foil: to a membrane of my own.

a body is a host is a webshop

Dance Capsule 03