Alud (Landslip)
Performance, 2011 (video here)
Regina José Galindo
the artist’s words:
Water runs.
The body is there, dirty.
The public’s position as observer is replaced by the action of participating and cleansing the body. Motivated, perhaps by some empathy for the unknown individual, hidden behind the mud.
we camp in buildings of our heart..
her collarbone was laced with a scent that drove me into grounding myself…on the idea that I could get her to choke on her prior commitments…raise her hands above her head while I placed kisses along the small of neck…and leave a large imprint on her psyche…you know the type of foot print that…
this is why you are my favorite poet on here
in your absence I found myself craving the taste of your lips…your touch could end cliche’s I’ve formulated trying to be creative…if I only I could have you here now…there’d be no need for words…
my sentiments exactly..
me and my beautiful boyfriend..ive written so much about my first impressions of him and what i hoped our relationship would become..he is amazing and inspires me to be.
and was struck by the lightening in his eyes..
there are instances, moments, encounters that cannot be erased from memory..
a hello.
a coy smile..
eyes on the ground..
silence..
blush.
seamless conversation about what we aren’t thinking..
smile.
laughter..
observe..
eyes, nose, lips, lips, lips..
hands, legs..
smile.
see you later.
i need to post here..and read here more..i miss good poetry.
He writes porn. I’m sure
he’s unaware that he writes porn
but I can attest that
he does.i know this because
his words make me woozy
and set my skin on fire
and turn what lies between my legs
into warm honey.He touches me.
He makes me want to touch myself.
And if that’s not porn
I don’t know what is.Fucking writers.
Fucking men.
One of my all time favorites
My family is doing well..My Corey is too..I’ve got plenty inspiration to write sooooo why haven’t I?
Lighters are lit, pills are crushed, drinks poured..one at a time or all at once..hurricane is in the forecast..highspeed winds and hail fucking my mind more than any conversation we’ve had on the cosmos, life and love.. my windowless room flooded with tears..memories up in smoke, goals and…
It’s weird when i see other people relate with my work
I was really a big fan of his work..
Blood is pulsating through my veins like the bass swims, dancing effortlessly out of my speakers into my chest, filling my heart with sound and life. Eyes closed, soul lifted, I am music..I am a cocktail of melody, passion, rhythm, blues and love..fingers tap, head nods..my hips that sway…
