GossaMer

GossaMer, as performed in Pontedera, Italy and for Cinesalon, Guesthouse, Cork.

A ritual performance combining elements of butoh, experimental filmmaking and sound. January 2024.

excerpts from gossamer texts

“We were on the ground, on the earth bare and raw. Our eyes blue and shining, we held each other’s hand reaching, in the space between the palms – a terrible immensity forgotten and recalled eternally. Clear vast distance surrounding us, a sweetness and agony of living, so pure – the clarity and the holdless gaze, things impossible to say spoken now without words in the gestures, eternal experiences… dandelion, the translucent lattice in the orange, broken glass and powder glass as the magnitude of wind…” 

Frames pass and fade to reveal inner rhythms to you. Is it a dream? Your lips stutter. You feel something touch your lips. And you hear yourself reply, for a brief moment there is no distance between you and the world. 

Glinding 

All you are good for, alaugh 

In the night, alaugh alaugh 

A prayer, alaugh 

Scarlit intimacy 

Scar lit intimacy 

Risen agap 

afoot we stand locked in light 

the sounds of the world, hush of leaves, people returning from labour, old horses stand still. 

We wait, and all the sounds blow through us 

A vastness that is 

A vastness that was 

A vastness that will be 

I feel her next to me, that was another time. 

Now you are everywhere, perhaps even in me. 

I carry your kiss on my lips yet I could never feel your touch. 

I listen to you, a cat makes as a crescent and sits behind my back. 

I hear a leaf behind me falls like an arrow, 

The evening sun traces my shadow in gold. 

A wave gathers in hollows, silence breaks. 

In verse, see r in v, veer sin. – living invert toppled, 

perpetually in space, 

in – out. 

Barely falling in sleep. 

I ris, i rise. I ride scent.