Menace to by Taylor Johnson
Nightly my enemies feast on my comrades
like maggots on money. Money being my enemy
as plastic is my enemy. My enemy everywhere
and in my home as wifi is
a money for me to reach my comrades
and kills my house plants. My enemy
is distance growing dark, distance growing
politely in my pocket as connection.
I must become something my enemies can’t eat, don’t have
a word for yet, my enemies being literate as a drone is
well-read and precise and quiet, as when I buy something
such as a new computer with which to sing against my enemies,
there is my enemy, silent and personal.
Studio rehearsal of live kinetic painting by Norman Perryman, to CANTUS ARCTICUS, Concerto for Orchestra and Birds, by Einojuhani Rautavaara. This sound track by Royal Scottish National Orchestra, conducted by Hannu Lintu.