Saturday, August 29, 2009

The poem by an anonymous participant at the first event in 2006 (it was on my fringe poster)

another interaction with a machine,
its like this is all I do lately,
imagine being asked to actually stop and look and think,
just lights flashing in front of a glowing screen,
the piano is playing, the questions are being asked,
we see a person, she walks, she talks,
the girl plays, the skin is touched,
somewhare in ourselves we all know somethig we didn't know on the other side of the door
the tempo rises, the crest is coming,
she crys,
we cant be this way forever,
we haven't been shown how.

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