by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
The interplay of light and shade
staged like a pliant migration
emblazoned by pliés
beleaguered by the day-to-day
in morphingly formulaic flamencos
complacently videotaped
by vaguely opinionated
unpenetratingly principal players
in too vast a space
to be called a "chamber"
disappointingly distant
deliberately inconsistent
with a sly bit of one-upmanship
as the critic's pick
for a dissonant sorceress
in a thin script of hulking gravity
marching exaggeratedly
with knocking knees
singed by branding's
visceral action lacking in capacity
while smacking of whiplash
in a large-scale
smash and grab
with the smattering
of a bleached-out palette...
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