dig.
dig at the gristle between the meat and the stone the bone the branch of the family tree that digs heels into history and the flesh the meat the promise of action of animation of agility dig at the stuff that links the two the connective tissue that fascist the fascia that tend/ons to bind history gets stuck into habits and habits and habits and habits restrict inform allow the limbs the bones to be enfleshed the flesh to be stony the trunk to branch out and to dig for secrets and roots and underground gatherings dig your hands -- you knew it was coming – dig your well informed phalanges towards the centre of my trembling: the organs the fear the stomach desire the liver history the spleen hope the lungs music the gonads dancing we think with our heart we feel with our head we dig with our hands and reach with our feet where are you on this sloppy topography. which organ holds love not the heart it is the unseen the clinging the connecting the allowing if my heart if my muscle moves without it nothing happens the stone bones cannot think of action without it the idea manifests in this stuff this shift which binds for which i dig © Geneviève K |
About me.I am fascinated by the ways in which we do and don't embody our selves. I do my own kind of research, and coach people to live their truest lives. I practice healing and communication arts, and I write about all these things. I am a nomad, these days living and travelling on my boat in the U.K. Categories
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