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but what, or who determines, that it is, indeed,

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thoughts hailing,

                                       

                          deaf sounds on the surface

 of my conscious being, yet i’m shrinking

                          under the downpour, the silent chatter 

 

                          wondering, pondering questions, 

                          like ink sinking slowly,

 unnoticeably form scripts of what is

                                                            or agreed and believed to be

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poem

BACK2BASIX  |  London

BACK2BASIX  |  Blindspots

BACK2BASIX  |  New York

poem

BACK2BASIX  |  London

thoughts hailing,

                        deaf sounds on the surface

    of my conscious being, yet i’m shrinking

                        under the downpour, the silent chatter

                 

                        wondering, pondering questions,

                        like ink sinking slowly,

     unnoticeably form scripts of what is

                                                     or agreed and believed to be

 

                                       frozen or heated perceptions;

 

                                       hopeful glances turn,

                          seeking, they look,

                          yet often, every detail they see ahead or behind

    stares as previously, one-sightedly, wide-knowingly

                                                                                            expected

      accepted

           approved

               seen

                    heard of

                          familiar

                                normal

                                     fact-checked

 

                                            *           *          *

 

scents

     silent clues, good old blues

                        and the most unbelievable memories

                                                                         shake it up,

                  wake the wandering mind's sight

                              making sense of my senses, 

                              for they wouldn’t clear the picture, the frame,

                  the why, how, the when;

 

                                                    maybe, possibly, to what extent...?

                   ...will i fall for the shadows

                   ...will i bypass the now?

 

                                 now; i am glancing, hearing, sensing,

                    believing what not to believe

                    who says what, what says who

                    it is a constant game of paradox

                                 i am moving in the shadows

                                 i am dancing in the now

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BACK2BASIX  |  Blindspots

But what, or who determines, that it is, indeed,
                                                                     
an illusion?

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in-sight

Trick or truth? 
In-sight, out of sight.        

Expected, re-interpreted. Prison, opportunity, stretch. Trick, truth, game. My angle, your angle, our angle. Upside, down. I am, I'm not. Right, wrong, maybe. True, false, optional. One choice; the truth. I know; the trick.

 
 
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Perspectiveness 
The power is in the details, is it?



 

Do I hang ? Do I let loose? The rush, downpour, I'm in, all in, head over heels, and I cannot find it. Limbs and limbos color me, confused. I step inside. Surprise me. 

Stick my hand out to you... for you. For me. For who? I reach out, out to take it all in. I step out and I'm out. I'm here, all in. I clear my head; it's out of the picture, so I can see. 

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BACK forwards

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LIE DOWN
IMAGINE
SLOW DOWN
Listen up
DREAM ON
FEET UP

INSIDE THE CREATIVE PROCESS!

FORWARD
OR
BACKWARDS?

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Walking around in circles. Downwards escalators. Rush hour. Doing, doing, doing, and doing more. Slow down. Contentment. I'm anxious. Why? Breathe. Stretch. Keep moving. Keep still. Movement. Pause. Rhythm. Start over. Start over. Un-do. Do it again. Try new. Try again. Try again. Try again, and yet, again. Run. Don't waste time. Slow down. No rush. Time out. Just a few seconds. Next time. Now, the time is now. 

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Hold-ups, delay, suspense  
The movement in stillness.         

 

The preparation, the build-up, the down before the up. The cue, the listening, the pause. Intention. A feed of direction. Flow.

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WHAT'S ON

PRESS PAUSE, DISCOVER, PRESS PLAY

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out of focus

Everybody go! Inside the box. 

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coming soon

Stir up!   

A reaching hand that nudges. An open invitation to dance.

Hesitation, opposition, connection. All together, all at once, they meet. A projection of decisions, intentions crafting motion, they negotiate direction, stand in partnership or alienation, but never unaware of each other.

The beginning of a composition.    

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Thread!   

Moving with strangers, they become allies, silently conversing to conquer the space.

Music comes to partner up, filters through, drives feet, limbs up and down, side by side, swinging to grow into the groove of the group, creating pathways, intertwined and independent, never lost and never alone.

And the beat goes on.

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Stick together!   

Chronicle of a duet.

Losing yourself in the reels of the steps of another, being in the moment when art is created; open, curious, unambiguously presenting choices of your own for the other to lay on and step in to play. An endless cycle of a game.

A conversation. A live co-creation.

Motion-ness
Is there a master strategy? Is movement the work of one or many?

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Words, concept and artistic direction by BACK2BASIX
All pictures featuring, taken and  edited by BACK2BASIX 
In-kind location: Johnny Harris Studio Theatre, Morley College London

in focus

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BACK2BASIX  |  New York

 

(Just One Point of View)