Corpse de Bully

This blown-out hole (of
her stilletos)--machine-gunned,
fastened, to bourree.

Corpse de Bleat

Counting shush--tulle puffs
a wind-machine keeps pushing
up dead thighs--I sleep.

Corpse de Bullet

Silver sheathing fails.
She is un-intact--shredded
to fall, fall: shrapnel.

Corpse de Ballet

Stage, motion-bereft
with bodies bereft of breath,
mind--in proof of split.

questions

My first day back. The achilles is holding but the calf is tragically weak. The instructor was Russian, and her class evidenced that training--fast, repetitive, square. A basic strength and stamina builder. I lack both right now, but trying to reachieve them this way will be challenging.

Once the kids are back in school I think I will enjoy the walk to and from the train, the fifteen minute jump to Temple, the time to collect... right now, though, it is all about the juggle.

Thoughts on the train about the book. What kind of avant-garde practices to align? Oulipo and Trisha Brown? Danztheatre and Alice Notley? Rae Armantrout and Butoh? It is really people I am looking for, female choreographers and poets to pit against each other. I am reminded of the nerdgame where you claim characters from different comix publishers and imagine the battles. Or dinosaurs and aliens. Or anachronistic historical figures: Sarah Palin vs. Eleanor Roosevelt, for example. Wasn't there a celebrity claymation show that did this in the ring?

But, I must away to quality child time.