A GYPSUM BUST OF FELIX MENDELSSOHN IS PLACED UNDERNEATH A FAUCET DRIPPING AT THE EXACT TIME SIGNATURE OF HIS OPUS 62 NO.1, FROM SONGS WITHOUT WORDS; OVER TIME THE DRIP ERODES THE BUST AT THE POINT OF CONTACT.

the vo ce of a generat on already spoken for

 f only   could slumber
any pr me number of hours

  bel eve   may return to you both
as you have so pat ently wa ted

 f   could lodge w th n me
any su table sol d state
  suspect   m ght f nd peace
 n st llness
 nstead of th s f dgety beast
tear ng  ts way out from  ns de of me

to crawl w th n one’s sk n
 s of one k nd
though th s  s not of that

th s  s to melt from  ntens ty
engulfed w th n the arson st’s a r cond t oned house that   am

the rhythm of a dr p
a t tle w thout words
or one that says noth ng
at the least

• • • •

Mendelssohn suffered from f ts of  ncoherence
  f nd myself lost w th n the thought of  t

exhaust on you w ll f nd w th n
 n the center
 ns de the hard shell

 nto the l ps
 nto the eyes

 f   do not know what   am say ng
that  s why   am wr t ng

for there  s mag c  n the must here
mag c  n the aud ble sounds of sh ft ng drywall
mag c  n the l ves we l ve here

the whole house  s an  nstrument
the warm sound
resonates w th n

here the d fference between
cr ckets
and the r ng ng  n my ears
 s negl g ble at best

the whole house  s an  nstrument
carved body
and old bones

wh le   spend
a l fetime st ll
 n an aud tor um
pretend ng to take notes

th s  s a t me for sp r tual ty
sp r t an mals
and all assorted woodw nd  nstruments

  am a man ac
  must l ve
what   have left

 t  s about th s rhythm
about th s madness
the rhythm of th s madness
and los ng your vo ce

slowly and stead ly los ng your self

[GYPSUM, WATER - performance / sculpture]

2013