From torpor to tango.

Footnote torsion.

A death. 

A drive.

A shudder.

A stride.

A fleeting meeting...of signs.

A glance.

A stroke.

A step.

A glide

A presence, an absinthe of minds.

A part.

A writ.

writhes.

Torpor Footnotes

It's that time of the year when I turn off.  

It was this time of the year the phone turned off...

Well drowned actually

phone drowned now dead dead dead quite dead. #inanimation @wentale #clmooc pic.twitter.com/Xi7f6jELWw

— Simon Ensor (@sensor63) August 10, 2017

Dead.

Done for.

One damn tweet leads to another.

drowning, drowning
bits and bytes
at least we still
have our lives.#clmooc #poetry

— Wendy Taleo (@wentale) August 10, 2017

no life in bits
no breath in bytes
node reply?
no response.
none, nout, noone, néant.
he sighs a cross.#clmooc

— Simon Ensor (@sensor63) August 10, 2017

No life in bytes. #clmooc pic.twitter.com/j4CA64giwb

— Wendy Taleo (@wentale) August 10, 2017

Have at ye. #clmooc pic.twitter.com/2S6BM8CocR

— Terry Elliott (@telliowkuwp) August 10, 2017

An app.

"Hyperspektiv."

A scene from Moulin Rouge.

Played.

Repetitively.

Awake.

Two in the morning.

TANGO.

Totem.

Totem stands silent in chaos.

Let us study it awhile.

Prismatic effect of light on its forms.


Solidity at a distance is feint.

Come closer, it appears alive, organisms, neurones, nodes, connecting to give semblance of unity.

How should we name this... swarm?

Contours dissassemble, becoming particle, parsing pole.

Complex, fluid, composite-Ied totem.

Pole of attraction.

Go on, capture its grains.
Seize its shape.
Celebrate acquired understanding.

Lose your frame, it contains your empty reflection.

Snapshot annihilates sense of life.

Be in awe.

We are DESIRE...