The body moves in black satin, you could imagine how much leg room could fit into K's thought of it; he takes the pencil & something moves his hand, through the glove onto the page, dense matter, an accumulation of himself against white when he draws it & she walks as traces of pencil following the line of what he forgot.
One of the greatest fashion artists my lovely Nata...
Saturday, September 1, 2007
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An olive green coat cuts open just below the heart; a being is justified to the middle, we begin this way at the center of a page & come out to fulfill whatever spaces are left unoccupied.
37
K cuts out the blue from the sky & sews it into the shape of a woman; pale because tones are sometimes geographic, pearl buttons; the kidney stone, she. Drinks cranberry vodka to deal with nature as it becomes flat as a screen.
33
The left knee; ⠀ her strut full of forward slashes, everywhere handicap in the back pew of my mind / /, the ground covered in discarded beads K will invent the proper climate to pray them in.
28
The nylon scratches at K's frontal lobe; she struts with one foot forward, cutting out an image of herself before reaching the pixels it takes to stand in place.
27
He wants it cut at the rib cage; the skin as thin paragraphs of soft aging; hands passing through yards of _________ now exposed for an audience to read through a word clothed in leather; K watches from the monitor searching for shadows left on the ground, not even she can see how death is accumulative, "seconds are softer than clouds", closes his eyes and presses his cheek against the womb on her screen.
26
K is 'meticulous' about chance; low notes drop throughout his ear to which outside of it is just rain to them; a hallway of mute profiles stepping inside him, the back alley keys black & white are not enough so he replaces every other major note navy blue.
He remembers in baby blue, when Coco first tailored the woman's suit, except he lengthens it 6 inches above the knee because she had beautiful knees that were hardly seen; two buttons conjunct the cap as periods to keep distance aligned, her shadow throughout the base of sport.
06
Only her fingers and face touch what occupies the air, not another's; it does not. Belong to any other place, but that which enters K's mind; a whiteness cut by the release of black stiching, while the rest of us watch from various degrees. He stands in the wings holding a compass in his pocket, not telling which way to look.
11
She is covered in lines of restraining order, as though marked by solid strokes of sharpie; K likes the pencil effect of non-attachment to skin and conceals every part with cows & sheep; the animal detected in a single line, wearing its last breath to keep breathing.
16
Hair told me in one ear to "strut the sentence like no one's business" & she swung her purse like an exclamation mark down a short paragraph of silver sequence 3 inches above the knee without turning on the t.v.
14
She walks through velcro of November, wind covered in a cap, listening to the interior of soft black; she likes the sound quality of not thinking, but being in place while an audience moves around her.
The most popular clip is a version of the video for Michael Jackson's Thriller An unusual physical fitness regime at a jail in the Philippines has attracted worldwide attention on the video sharing website, YouTube. A clip of hundreds of prisoners in orange uniforms dancing to Michael Jackson's song Thriller has been watched more than 1.3 million times.
The routine is the brainchild of Byron Garcia, a security consultant for the Cebu provincial government.
He said it had helped "drastically" improve inmate behaviour.
And two former inmates have since become dancers.
'Discipline in action'
The dancing is compulsory for all 1,600 inmates at the prison in the Cebu Provincial Detention and Rehabilitation Centre, except the elderly and infirm.
Prisoners have also performed to songs by local artists, Queen and from the film Sister Act, clips of which have been watched on YouTube tens of thousands of times.
"Using music, you can involve the body and the mind. The inmates have to count, memorise steps and follow the music," Mr Garcia told the BBC news website.
"Inmates say to me: 'You have put my mind off revenge, foolishness, or thinking how to escape from jail, or joining a gang'," he said.
The routines developed last year after Mr Garcia started making inmates march to music, such as Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall, in a bid to increase participation in exercise.
The inmates are very happy at the interest, they are always talking about it Byron Garcia
Other early choices included In the Navy and YMCA by the Village People, which were chosen so that macho inmates "wouldn't be offended by being asked to dance".
Mr Garcia has been taken back by the worldwide popularity of the clips, which he originally posted in order to share his work with other members of the penal community.
"I wanted to show them that I am doing something here that has been a success, to show discipline in action," he said.
But the videos have now become a source of great pride for the prisoners.
"The inmates are very happy at the interest, they are always talking about it, and they ask how many people have watched it on YouTube," Mr Garcia.
And fans of his work can look forward to another three routines in the pipeline, including one set to the Vanilla Ice classic, Ice Ice Baby.