Shitty transcription of Mei-mei Berssenbrugge reading her poems (#1) interspersed with Henry Darger's illustrations Alakanak Break-Up
[text to accompany dance]
 Anyone
that is alright would not be coming in covered in fog. it is a pattern
when it is moving. That merges into the ground when it is still.
Black diamond that condences you metally as it collapses.
This disappears. Yourself having no coicidence. Gound is coved in ice.
"Many holes in the ice are glowing with light."
"You
could say that one light is a slanting plank that interrrupts the ice"
birdge where the new ice is close it, like a holding pen, the humans
shine through from behind and below.
The seams and holes i the
ice. A human hovers like the mood. human remains as a delicate and
glittering; accents on the dateline. Like a light flashing up river,
seen by the first person because looking equals the velocity in a shoot
or tunnel towards her:
unconscious lessons of dominating force.
 It's
being is recieved structure, obscure light she walking talking to her
self past trash, pressure ridges between ice and water and ice responds
to her movements, moving about the ice, settle, some blowing and some
are lice and some is snow and you make tracks on it and don't step on
snow,
20 miles buckle under snow, traveling, the ice would be
like fog and inside the fog is jail fire, happening to here into
equivicalness, the house she in is rises b/c people still want her, she
lies down like a river frozen in the valley and she vomits salt water
breakthrough,
the plain is silient, the frozen delta, the horizon with silence (as a
material), formations of rock, she makes a rock move closer to her,
it's occurance there. contents.
her
solitariness moves into the present, she knows what's happening after
it rocks facing ice slabs, two lines tinkling voices, the line of rocks
leading to mountain as into mirror which grows darker and denser
because saxiphone repitition from which it becan like rubble under her
feet, anything happens
still can't distinguish btw waces, nervous system maintains sweep acros sthe plain, everything is one texture the
root, musculature, black mountain on night sky, moutina glimmering with ore, darkens for her return
the river branches and the sea becomes blank as mirrors, each branch of the river flows into
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