concrete sound - an introduction

To wave in comfortable abstraction. The echo remains indeterminably against the fence. Friendship weighs and flatters while approaching the uneven. Do we want concrete? As if uncertainty looms unconventionally like a black skirt in the corner. Sound waves its left hand amongst tremors. The women in search of an echo may unhook themselves from the mirror. Attention can drop thought or hearing. Senses like alert chimneys without instruction. Can personal history be detached from the body? If I start with questions will there be a sense of openness? We started this without completion. Can we succeed in openness? What is succession but a bifocal channel? As if, we women, enamored with sound and curiosity were to rejoice incandescently with candlesticks and frosting. We still perch unevenly in our skirts. Here and there we go. A month. Two. The dialogue unfolds and loops in touring momentum. Cozy habitats bind us. Bending resistance up and down. How did this appear? What made you think of me? To gray indefinitely and then lean heavily amongst leaves. I prop myself up in a popping matter. Not being reduced to smoking chatter. Depth in transparency reveals our guests’ observations. Heaves in only one direction. Audra, you are contact and outline. It is the afternoon. I am reluctant and chiming, counting words inside breath. We must travel slowly and heedfully. So too, the body may be convinced.

christine shan shan hou, october 2011