Back & Forth | Noah Sanders + Maw Shein Win Collaborate
#1
dream
juan in a white dress with puffy sleeves. jack the same. their eyebrows are koal streaks & look like eels. we are sitting in a room looking at a picture of a living room scene. on the sofa sits a person & a goat. we kept staring at the picture trying to figure it out.
there's neon. not a light, but a feeling. my ex-girlfriend is there, standing in the feeling of neon. she's wearing a denim skirt.
I left the cottage as the rain cleared. I needed to breathe. the streets were empty & I found this comforting. a squirrel dashed across the path, a plum in its paws.
two bodies hover above me. one man, one woman; each dressed in the attire of '50s suburbia. blindfolds crusted in dirt cover their eyes. I step towards them, they move backwards.
the two-year old who lives above us never stops running. I awake & hear her laughter.
#2
music
"Harbour" by Cate le Bon
it plays like a montage in a drug-fueled taste of celluloid.
a moment of production; synth gives rhythm to weighing and bagging.
the future is ripe for violence, but the clarity of a voice speaks to momentary,
manufactured peace
"hot snow - part one" by myrmyr
at midnight I make my way down the long hall
light zips off mirrored squares
somewhere a flash flood
i reach out before me
"Skin, It Itches" by ME REX
ripe sweat, stale cigarettes,
humidity like a mountain bearing down.
screaming men, screaming women.
this is somewhere else,
this is someone younger
Terry Riley “In C”
walking along bay trail, dirt path,
lavender & echinacea
along the way it’s warm
people with small dogs on trail
music from beyond next hill
gongs, bells & percussion
walk towards it
And he rambles (based on a performance by Ramblin' Jack Elliot)
and he rambles.
92 and half-stooped,
head half-cocked,
halfway between
a saunter and a song.
we watch, white hair
telling more stories,
more telling than
song
#3
weather
cornstalks, color of sand, dry spring
small animals seek moisture on shrubs & grasses
darkened corn husks along the roadside
on a phone, on a screen, on a map,
a terrain blistered apocalyptic
burn a color more than a concept
what if the clouds disappear
lost in a fog
what if the sky goes dark
can’t see the stars
a leaves skittering tip-tap sees
seasons change. now nothing
changes. heat so heavy, skies
seem a burden born from above
carry the weight of air
and heat, birds a
sleep in the dry yellow
leaves, a shifting wind
#4
body
body:
a dry itch in the center of the back
you dab a balm to soothe
body:
pain, soft and thick.
layer after layer
built up.
body:
heat from the blue pad
warms the twists and knots
stutter hitch gasp
stop
stutter hitch gasp
stop
stutter hitch gasp
stop
breathing
easy now
stutter hitch gasp
stop.
up
move
a body
to the bed
dust on the
head
heat from
sun
stop to take
a breath
now & then.