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other in a room rectangular looking across a space into a space into another room and then a wall. between this room and that farthest wall there are individuals several individuals and then there is a wall (one not mentioned before). and then a space. and then that room that active room with moving parts individuals holding sway motion calculated to engage or to avoid the complicated movement of the other. there is an open door into that farthest room and then a corridor leading off to somewhere else too far for dull or small imagination. this room not that has walls of faded blue. this room not that has a door both locked and closed. this room has great capacity and percolating air is clean. the space is small the width of human being limbs spread out touching corners of imagined square or rectangle - this final shape dependent on the length of those said limbs and wild imagining. Individuals make rooms within this room each carving pockets into space touching a n other perhaps another. The space within this room is different from that space between this room and that. space for individuals within a room becoming something other than mere space. space within a room of individuals becoming atmosphere. space between this room and that remaining space. walls high walls. low walls. high-low-somewhere-in-between walls. sometimes doors and then we come to windows windows of course changing everything. windows open space. windows allude to open space. individual pockets of space inside an atmosphere look to a window when the door offers no escape. the window in this room (and that) looks across a space into another room. that square room with a door and corridor to somewhere else. paper upon the walls. up on the walls paper squares and rectangles impressed by dumb expression of a thought hanging by a smear of sticky stuff. in this room a paper shape lies flat and neat. In this room dumb expression of a thought is orderly runs left to right and top to toe to bottom of each sheet. each line is not a lie but on the whole there is no truth in it. this is just a word upon a paper shape upon a wall beside a door at right-angle to a window looking into space and then into that room. paper from this room these walls becoming squeezed. squares/rectangles turned to balls and heaped. walls and paper rows and balls like brains and great capacity. unlike that room. that room has scattered paper curls a promise of young energy and inappropriate. Tina Bass lives, works and studies in the Midlands of England although she travels in her professional employment and for her poetry. She is Deputy Convenor of Writers Forum. She has been working with Lawrence Upton on notation for performance of polyvocal writing since 2007.
Publications: 'Fat Man Dancing' (Poetry Monthly Press, 2006); 'Mechanical Expressions' (Writers Forum, 2007); 'Mouthings (Intercapillary Editions, 2008)
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