The dance made me hearken back to the 90s, and I started to associate a lot of childhood memories during the performance. Every aspect: the sound, the movement, the wardrobe, the color, the music-- all of it kept me thinking about that weird time elder millenials remember without the internet and other technologies we assume as given today.
In response to Rave Lucid
In response to Rave Lucid
1. Present
The Future is Temporary
The future is
bodies of real humans
Their weight impressing on the floors impressing on the dirt
Their sweat and oil shooting through the fog machine smoke
Here in person
breathing the same air,
what machines
what code
could replicate this?
2. Past
I’m in 1990
the beginning of my waking life
When they dance, I’m reminded
of Momma’s FM car radio pugilizing
Right Said Fred I’m Too Sexy, I’m Too Sexy, I’m Too Sexy
And me at seven
only kind of knowing
what sexy meant.
moved to Paris, Tennessee
lived with my parents, aunt,
uncle, cousins, and sister
in one small house
while a double wide trailer
was prepared for us
to live in, a remote hill
land my father could
never own
Isolated, I trained
my algorithms
annotated my data
in that trailer
White Men Can’t Jump
Colnago hats,
crossovers, MTV,
MJ and Scottie, break dance offs, T
he Real World: New York
Just before Grunge and OJ and Dial-up
3. Present Future
My, how bodies move
Through blades of light
through air and space
The future is temporary
Anyone can do permanent
We will haunt
the temporary spaces
The impermanent
That which is here
and then immediately gone
This dance will birth, live, and die
In this moment
This dance
the true future of art
the rawest there is
The future is temporary
The future is temporary
The future is temporary
Future Present
Put your phone down
It’s not helping
Sorry, your shitty cellphone video
isn’t helping anyone
sorryyourshittycellphonevideoisn’thelpinganyone
Theater comedy music dance ballet sports movement gatherings liveness touch hugs smoke air spotlights the small of their back the nape of their neck even a strand of hair either grows or breaks stasis is clutter all the things that have all been made have been made
This dance
will never again happen
when will I see these souls again
no idea
but I WILL NEVER SEE THIS AGAIN
I did not record this
In a moment, I see them dance.
I watch them dance.
I move.
I find myself moving.
I find myself moving.
I am moving.
