way in the back

I want to post some of the old work OLD work that will not appear in the book - FORK - I want to look at it here - listen to it again here - let it do it's thing - give it a chance to re invent itself ----

Sometimes Angel
turn toward the space of the heart
work in the work
movement requires
letting something
unconcealed be
heard

All words are
contaminated
get rid of it
solipsistic
passion without the other
without you
grammar my freedom
and you make
dangerous my faith
protect sometimes
agreements grow
out of dreaming

I See You - part two - retold by Forget

I See You - According to Forget


At this moment something is a question – reconsider
Because there is a story
it began when you sleepwoke


Our eye ability is eternal – We respond yes O U forget

Words resonate because of your memory – intimate images create agreements
Create images intimate agreements
Images – agreements – blackest red
Our new body is strange – but forget have memory of this image – mine
another language – forget see you – Africa – a tradition seeing into
celebration and difference vital parts recognize someone – the pupil the eye
keeper of souls please breathe

Eyes that look you became – the eyes you look with – forget am not afraid or
bored by history – In fact forget don't – believe a word – forget have eyes and they are
yours as well – always looking at...Who has not caught themselves looking through
someone else's eyes – Was that history
What makes the eye dart away – the need of the eye to belong
Is it more painful than the assumption that it does

In another story – forget would never without speaking – forget saw you then
This is an action – ability to respond
All this space is our breathing – without decision – remember
we are not remembering anymore – we are knowing- and without you
the image lacks imagination – forget leaving
on the word
It is the most visual of my intention

Fork

I See You

At this moment – I am not sure about something – I am reconsidering – something is a

question – reconsider our assumptions – and I know this is not really occurring – Because

there is a story

Perhaps there are two ways of telling – perhaps is another way of saying – there are many

many more – Do I need your help to exist at all – no not really – but I do need you in

order to move from this spot

This story began with you – it began when you sleepwoke – it began when you chose -

you led yourself to this text – and you led me to this text – that only sounds strange – I

have no secrets – when I am in between decisions

I want to be everyone - hold all points of view – close – Can you hear them -

hear the shapes – cracking – a cracking sound – I return with the essay – in

the form of a body – anybody will do

The only difference between humans happens in the act of seeing – our gaze tradition -

You see we cover a great deal – our eye ability is eternal – in other words – when we

witness another body – it is a self recognized

What have we decided – there is one body – A person is only a point of view – but I

didn't come here to talk about that – Hold that please until I finish – there is one body -

Words resonate because of your memory – the memory before everything was repeated

as if that means anything

My new body is strange – but I have memory of this image – mine – all stories came to

me in a sound – I was busy – with another language – who told you – that in order to

exist – you must reflect a desire – that's not desire is it

I don't want to reference or go back – rather to come with me – that's right -

continue – It is African – I call it gaze tradition – or rather I was the saw it that way

because a memory recorded a moment over and over – you can train yourself to

remember anything

I see you – Africa – there is a tradition – of seeing into – to recognize – someone – the pupil

the eye – beyond the soul – namesnamesnamesnames – I would say rather the motion of

one existence in relation to spirit – the reason for being – I see your truth

That is not a projection

It is a beautiful tradition – that assumes a body – and when I looked at the child -

imagine the mother and child – because on some level this occurs with every baby – the

gaze – Let us return to where it is known – awake – The mother says – My eye – the

way it moved – told my baby this is who we are – this is how I see myself – and you -

my truth about you is in the choices I make with my eyes – how I love to look at you -

your eyes are learning what movements to make – they learn how to love your image -

The eyes that look at you become the eyes you look with – Imagine the eye that knows

this – cultivating your humanness – the formation of what we call memory begins

Imagine the way you walk – Do you walk the same way – move the body in basic sameness

year after year – Well that sameness is also your decision – you know the one we are

remembering – the assumed one – The feeling of natural – What is that really – and is it

that thing you just decided upon – Is it that all the time – Is that easy

You don't need this text to remember with you – I prefer collaboration – The part that

writes – that me – the part that rewrites – that you – planting eyes in the text like seeds

There is absence – that's how I remembered you body and eyes – because I missed them

Legacy – from slavery – this did not come out of nowhere – not there – not here in the text

This is where the body went – specific – well disappearance is an old mirror – Remember

the point of view I spoke of – whose body is ultimately a coloration – and without the beauty

of gaze tradition it sounds like this

I wonder did ancestor hear this child turn to the other child – What you lookin at – You got a eye

problem – unbearable gaze sees you seeing me like I see me – looking at me – I'm still here

in the text – It is impossible for me to be anywhere else at this moment

Gleaning

Gleaning for her voice
every wrinkle - every old man
walking - away is my memory
All I know you have - hearing
her where she was not
scattered - my feet was there - always
a place that was not - is
collage - Oh your're impossible in
my body - wood for word - you
created what created language
your bent whispers - what hands
do - passing through you


This poem comes back to me often and always showing me the infinity of it's meaning - it's shifting images not dependent on images and agreements of word meaning - for me the poem has a history of movement following how meaning shifts - it looks to it's origin - it is a poem in love with that something solid seeing it's own dance and freedom - can language be free like voice?

A Constant Prayer

I include in every moment i am still - in the waking - in rest - looking at water moving in a constant oneness - a prayer for my spirit son - safe blessed space to move in to suffer in to thrive in to breathe in to share from - godself godself god self birth right birthright

A given
giving
living
with
because of
in honor of
blessed by


Sasha Hanz and Alithea Thomai Manuel are constant flowing love and protection and prayer - my children my sister my partner

Hanz you are loved and it is safe to thrive on up and up and all over the place - listen to the space talking and shifting - changing

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