Untitled (Stolen Poem) - this is in development, I was still writing it as we were starting to perform. Have been wanting to build a poem like this after listening to a woman last winter standing on Essex singing about economics (I think?) in this form - with the alphabet - everything spelled out at high-speed no punctuation or pause - just a long chain of data points spiraling into a story. I've spent some of the last couple years feeling (?) about DNA after reconnecting with blood family and witnessing all of blood's spooky concreteness - you're walking around with someone else's story stapled to your spine and there's no outrunning it. Krit asked me to perform with other friends for the closing of his show at Clearing on Halloween. His film in this show "songs for dying" made me think about ancestral debt. How even in the afterlife were still going to be held on this chain of letters. Krit looked at it as a blessing / I wanted to talk about it as a curse. I made a wall of spirits and a gate out of chainsaws to cut a path through intoxication/blindness/ sleepstate/ dreamstate/ afterlife/ what have we. Stolen Poem about this story that steals you🥲. Thank you @thatguywen for your Presence and my angel @err0r.display for the xtacy you always give.