Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Form and repetition

Tonight I lost myself in form and repetition.
I was shown where to put my feet, hands and how to stand.
I was shown how to strike and how to defend.
I punched a bag until my left hand bruised.
In this activity I lost myself.
The world was no bigger than
the deck I stood on and all I knew was that I was moving.
The peace that this has brought me is similar to
that which I take from making art.
It is different though.
It is unique and something I have never felt and now,
I want more.

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