WRITING

Much of my writing is now published through my substack, “engaged to dance,” which you can read and subscribe to here.

Responding to Nora Chipaumire at BAM

Dogs barking fightingColorful clothes line sides but all wear blackColorful panels line sky but we are in the darkGloves on, mitts up, lights up, spar timeWhistle screamingSurrounded surround we are the surroundIn the bump and playSaved and shelteredThrowing clay not rocksThrowing shade not rocksHallelujah hallelujah is sung peacefullyWhile someone fights someone duelsThey all play and…

Responding to Clara Furey at City Center

In flat colorless world of flat colorless pinkA beat a bop a bob a gag a hiccupPushes into colorPushes others into definitionPrimary definitional colorPrimary definitional thrums pulled out and pasted out and copied outWhere we work and we fight and we fuck and we go again and we hold the beat and we hold it…

Responding to Mette Ingvartsen at Akademietheater

Cats (the musical) but punk and also puppiesHorny and buoyed by beatScrappy trying to get by Crappy trying to get tired “I want to resist” and “abide by the darkness”I want to laugh at myself and my delicious doggy tease Green light makes every color turn into every color

Responding to Maia Chao and Lena Engelstein in Times Square (but on video)

Two grids(I want third and fourth and fifth grids, I imagine them under the ground in the upside down on the other planes) The not quite perfect unisonIs she in it is she not in itCharacters, I know themCasual kiss, breaching and electricDancing as avatars, soft repetitive wavy nothingsOpen tapping hands, like praying but gimme…

The Brooklyn Rail: Generating Glory

In Generator, Neva Guido pushes out a string of shining personas to investigate the performances that make up a spectacular world. I reflect and respond in this essay, which can be read here.

Responding to Marion Spencer at NYU

In darkness in goldenWe’re caught upTied up with youKnottedNot holding the lineBut held, held upThen bending itLetting it gleam billow blow so it can change usMake us reflectIn light you are only hands and feet and chest and a matte skyIn the mess you are only walking, plodding, keeping goingIn the brightness you are only…

Responding to Johnnie Cruise Mercer, Morgan Gregory, and Paris Cullen at the Judson Church

Johnnie: We’re at home upstairs in my bedroomOr downstairs in the basement denRing light disco light setting the mood for a teenage releaseThis is the passionate time of quick development, I saidFrom praiseTo prepTo shakeTo praiseTo heaveTo hold Morgan: You get ready casually(Right right right?)To speak every language fluentlyTranslating and sliding between idiomsSomehow making us…

Responding to Jo Warren at The Brick

in your technicolor dream,your smile has a back sideand your back hand is weepingand your teeth are in the right placebut your mouths are winking like wet cement making stars out of traffic lights in your dream, sex is squishingand hitting is squishingand kissing is smoking inside the comfort of a worn chair cross the…

Responding to Hayley Stahl at Target Margin Theater

How do you talk without seeing? Deadpan party chatsHow do you see yourself on stilts? Lift and turn and slowly scanHow do you not look me in the eye? Stand, sit, come, goHow was that? Rotating the miniscule until the subtle is choreographed

Responding to Miguel Gutierrez at New York Live Arts

So much section and so much movement and so much nothing and so much almost the song you know from 2010 and so much step and so much routine and so much that it is a painting until so much turns them on each other but then back to so much movement and so much…

Responding to Ralph Lemon at MoMA PS1 (again)

Flat splat white on yellowSimple dimple slow slow steady steadyFold and flipping absolutely out out outPiped in earbuds robot and little sweat spotNo, sweat rainbowNo, exam notesIntrinsically, it is AHHHHHHHHHHH, which is watching a dog watching a scream which is watching a scream sing, which is watching an outward force rush and gush

Responding to Malcolm-x Betts and Nile Harris at Chocolate Factory

Citibike cruisingThey gossip on mic, recommending the latest adrienne maree brownSwinging sun and cloud across shoulders, like a bundle to run away withCaring for one another, actuallyVia baptism, putting the batteries back in, oiling up and partying down (“this is a party this is a party”)Shooting one out like pouring one out: for Moriah, for…

Responding to Ralph Lemon at MoMA PS1

A slow long buildA suite of songsOf turning around and not quite in viewPrickling tingling legs or not legsSong song songMommy mommy mommyWith the forcefulness of a note childDress up to rant again“This is what the funeral was like:” skippingChristening dance stage as danceableContained skips and step step brush Write something and throw bricks at…