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Castélie Kennedy-Yalombo

thu 11/02/2021 > sun 14/02/2021

What poetry can do for language, dance can do for the body.
So I would like to dance to set the flesh of the world in motion.
Let it twist, tense, become flaccid, spread out,
and this, gently,

sensitively...

se particules, se corps ondulatoire.
Se dissémine sous nos yeux
pour nous offrir en boomerang,
du fond de nos êtres,
nos soi voilés, si social,
si so ciel.

So my poem will be an ode to confusion.

The ambiguous song of a body hanging
between the perception and the expression of the blue of your eyes.
A body in attempt of emancipation,
which by successive slidding,
limit after limit,
tends towards a place, a having place,
a place outside of representation,
where simply being
where our ankylosed eyes close,
leaving us sitting
on the geyser of the desire to be

with.