somewhere along the lines i rest between your tongues, plant dances where perfume meets

your smell of a skin of a tongue

i fall asleep

in the slip of my tongue

around your languages

   
poem #9 – the dances words thoughts tongues borrowers

Noa & Snow (a team, a time spent together, a choreographic spell, a prefatory charm), a sensation that nothing that comes out of our mouths, fingers, keyboards, mother’s tongues, languages, is ours. We are tricked into thinking that reactive interiority is about the shape of the person not about the shape of the world but I think we’re visitors, who are always visiting, and who are always being visited – we are always speaking names, always being spoken by them, always working in this unnaming and renaming, maybe both in but also against the grain of how poetry bears naming as a kind of power. What the words mean is none of our business, but it is indubitably our business where the words travel. Anne Boyer, Maggie Nelson, Fred Moten, Valentina Desideri, Mirene Arsanios, Stefano Harney. Borrowing books, dances, words, languages. Unfixing, dys-locating, dys-owning locutions, we – the borrowers – inside of a Noa & Snow timeframe, slid swords into words into libraries, (deeply) hanged out together, spent time across partially and obliquely shared readings. We jumped off board, surfed sofas, texts, annotations and their arrangements as many vehicles, conveyors of senses leaving the littorals, our literal translations, leaving the ship [a pause for the word ship. The break it asks to think of a ship].
 
Owing to one another all the time (prior to and beyond the logic of financial credit and debt), borrowing words-thoughts as we are dances, re-flexing our muscle tones, our tongues, our mother’s tongues. This language is not mine, I bit my tongue, it is not mine. It’s a mother’s, language says: how I love the mutual indebtedness that is not about paying one another back, but about enjoying that dependance, listening to the ghosts (our proteXtions we called them) in the paddings, quilts, of our umbrageous studies.

With Ujjwal Kanishka Utkarsh, Goda Budvytytė, Mihret Kebede, Paul Kotal, Alex Zehetbauer, Alix Eynaudi along with guests Cécile Tonizzo, Paula Caspão, Quim Pujol, An Breugelmans

Alix Eynaudi tanzt, arbeitet und schreibt zwischen Handwerk und Chaos in einem (meistens) fröhlichen Durcheinander. Sie arbeitet nicht allein; jede Veranstaltung, Forschung, Einladung ist ein Alibi, um Zeit mit Kompliz*innen zu verbringen, ein Netz von Freundschaften, die unter der Haut funkeln, eine Regung einer staunenswerten Unterstützung. Sie ist spezialisiert auf „Deep Hanging Out Sessions“.