which leads me to letting it happen (and also 29/30)

The Bar

....so there is a 29/30 down here in this post, but first onto what inspired it.

April's super-fun and highly interactive labyrinth installation The King & the Minotaur by Wignall and Moore at Babel Studios a workspace for creatives that encourages collaboration and communication.

If you didn't check it out you missed being led into a converted stable space filled with panels and secret passageways, sculptural items (some living) hidden in corners, dancing girls, video, live music and even grilled meat. 

This is a before picture.  There will be no after pictures.

Feeling a little shy and lonely (no for real!), I found a corner underneath David Ibbett's above ground mini-music studio to hang out.  

He was creating an impromptu score for the evening from on high while I tucked into a corner on a bale of hay and wrote a poem (ah...29/30 -- it all connects eventually in the labyrinth).  

There's still hay on my keyboard.  Well, everywhere, really.

Bottles and bottles of the stuff

Later,  I was somehow induced (vanity? redemption?) to spit a poem from one of the rickety wooden ladders which was mighty scary.  Very glad I didn't start with the lovely Sipsmith's Gin until after... 

There was so much awesomeness involved I decided to pop by the next night to take pictures and maybe catch a set from one of my favorite acts, the Hackney Colliery Band, a brass hip hop cover band.  

As usual, their sex was on fire, I forgot to leave to make it to the Freewheelers/Gideon Conn show and ended up staying all night.  

Sometimes it's hard to choose between all your favorite bands.

It can be daunting how much work it takes to make something that is beautiful and inspiring in real time.   

Words aren't like buildings - they come or they don't, they are stubborn on Thursdays, they drop from your fingertips on Sunday mornings, they last but they are never actually real.

The labyrinth will come down, but it was there.  Art created to create more art and more life.  Excellent premise and achievement.

Oh - yes - 29/30:

site specific

(king and minotaur- for brad and james)

in babel

behind the screens

years shielded from knowing

what became of them

the smell of burnt burning

offerings brick dust earth underfoot

he says

is this happening

she says

yes

he says

letting it happen

these are the details of

nothing

muslin stretch of time

we are lit ground up

built ceiling down

framed

love is

a 4-letter word

best forgotten

amidst begotten frivolity

taste delirious on tongue

this trip

you might not want to take

this trip

you might already have taken

this trip

has no name

the pretty girls swirl angles

don’t have enough clothes

their bodies

partitioned by

weights and balances

oh

this rain

spits fire

this fire

spits conversation

this conversation

gets louder and louder

I get quieter quieter

in my corner

on a bale of hay

bumbling toward meaning

there is an order

intentional getting lost

spatial octave defined

for infinite riff

but meaning

has departed on

the Eurostar

hoping to escape the hype

and remember

everything is fine

everything is fine

yes

it is.