A four-part reading series organized with Meital Yaniv presenting original works from 26 artists and writers, creating vulnerability and strength while falling into the present: do you feel the siren, descends into chapter two.
Part one participants: Christy Roberts Berkowitz, Dorit Cypis, Meital Yaniv, Nora Beckman, D Hill, Kim Ye, Estelle Srivijittakar
do you feel the siren, reading series
It’s not this time, it’s both gone and happening in some distant future
Into unfamiliar waters
falling into my own death
Falling, and then finding your way
Falling, don’t catch me, stop chasing me, you can’t save me or be me, this valley is mine alone and I’m falling into you and I’m falling into me
You fall, I fall, we all dance into oblivion
Turning, upending aspects, cycling and tumbling
I’m writing this in summer knowing I’ll be hearing your words in the fall-ing to come, wearing another layer of protection, longing for the torching heat that belongs to other days, past days.
It’s not enough to be one thing anymore, show your complexities
Out of control, into being always falling away from the sound
Falling into a new place, falling into an empty space
What will be your final fall, my final beginning
Falling into the idea of one thing while really understanding the other
It’s not enough to have a solid idea, firm and unchangeable
It’s not enough to say that you’re one thing and I respond with another
I can't catch my breath and it's already too late
Falling into the journey
How many more times can you get up, rise up, restart
Please please me
Please let me know
Please let me go
Walking the dark valley shamefully looking for a source of light because mine has run dry and I don’t want to need you but the stars are hiding and the moon forgot to rise and now I need to find my own way back into other days, echoing days, falling days.
It’s not enough to be free
The yearning for, not against
Stepping on past adventures from lost souls that found amazement right before death and now the ghosts of time are here to tell me I’m failing at falling
Supplicants file in long lines through the dark, stopping for a moment at the waystation on their questing
It’s not a question but a snake of impossibility
And I try to explain that I am falling
Do you know how to find your way?
I’m not sure what it means