TWO ANVILS CRY

for Pia Epremian

A piece for amplified voice.
“My spirit fainted within me”

If the mystery is to be
everywhere pressured to reappear
twenty-four hours later in the same
place / testing / testing / night not
remembering / with every nerve’s length
/ being recorded / but remembering /
greetings to all / I apologize being seen
/ then I keep this to myself / and
circle my breath / where none
can reach hold of me

Who are you?

I’m your friend.

How do you know?

Because I see you now.

What do we do?

We remember being seen.

I don’t like that.

Yes, you precisely like that.

You seem to color a red word.

Word.

Word.

You seem to color a red word.

Color.

No color.

Color.

Yes.

To color a red word.

You seem to color a red word.

One speaks and makes a corresponding
gesture / speaks and makes a gesture /
so it’s mimicked by another seated across
from them / so to create a space amongst
them / which never impacts / but seems
like almost touching /

I have beside me a number of
measurements / and in my mind
there is an exact idea of the figure
I am drafting for / how it stands
/ and moves / and sounds /
its posture / and action / in my
mind I place certain lines and many
points / these points and lines will
give the general form of the figure
/ other lesser considerations will
of course surface during this process
/ but form is paramount /

I have to get so close to it to really focus
upon it / and I think I’ve never actually
seen anything that looks like this at this
scale / and I want to make it into what
/ but I know it weighs many tons /
/ and tolerates my movement /
while I’m directed to speak
or not according to
lines it feeds me

Should we get out of here?

What was that?

I don’t know.

But it might have been something
important.

I’ll take a look.

[FROM THE PERIPHERY
WALK TO THE CENTER.]

Wait until I tell you what I’ve found.

[…]

Wait until I tell you what I’ve found in
the living room right now.

I do not remember recording this / say /
take a glass / claim it contains champagne
/ is this how it sounds / a joy that near
to me / remains / come to me / my
sad love / you come across this phrase in
your mind and totally want snow...