Her Way in Magnetons
A memoir of Muyassar Kurdi’s presentation at Zaratan, Lisbon, on April 19, which included the screening of her film Field Dances (2019).
Red-clad she runs
her busy body back and forth by a forested slope
if taken by surveyor's anguish if
looking to pollinate
the hand approaches, embraces the flower its magnetism
like measuring, weighing the filmed breast
assessing
dreams of white clematides
knees that would flex
the neck inquired
the reason
on her toes, stiff
it was in a movie
a hand dripping, on the skin, a ring
wandering
a hand in a strange invitation.
the outstretched arm
the cry the flower the angle
acute
I don't know what you're thinking
close to me your throat
panting, screaming, gargling, expels
you touched me
your condensed recital
the body-concert groaning
from city to city
interpellates
translates a lament a way
of lamenting nothing
even the stubborn
harrowing theremin
and the restrained frequency
of a spasm
— then you left
unsaid
I guess
–
Muyassar Kurdi is an interdisciplinary artist based in Brooklyn. Her work, which she regularly presents in the US and Europe, encompasses sound, extended vocal technique, performance, movement, photography and film. In both solo and collaboration, Muyassar makes improvised music and composes and performs music for voice, harmonium, piano, lyre, autoharp and theremin.