Five speakers perform a rhythmic spoken-word piece that mixes high-energy chants with reflections on readiness, safety, and respect. The work circles back to style as a universal answer to everything, from the mundane to the dangerous, weaving together collective energy and deeper ideas about art, identity, and time.
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Okay.
Okay.
The sound that fills my body. My body is ready to go. My body is ready to go. My body is ready to go. I'm ready to go. On his little bike. I'm ready to go. Forgetting all his troubles. Feeling safe, feeling safe. Ready to go, forgetting what he needs to do. Ready to go, who he has to pay. And I just know, feeling inferior.
Ready to go, I'm ready to go.
This room is a magic room, but it's really not about the room itself. It's about the people in the room. It's about the moments you share, the smiles, the looks. The music, the DJ, feeling safe instead of just thinking that it's you against the world. It makes you feel like you're one thing. And you think, why can't we always live together like this? It makes you want to live forever. The only thing that counts is respect. Respect your brother. It makes you want to live forever.
Let's go!
Respect your brother.
I will see that I breathed it this time. Stop this moment so it stays frozen forever, lasting and cheating on itself. I won't go back, but I know I can, so I will see that I breathed it this time. Stop this moment so it stays frozen forever, lasting Cheating on itself. Stop this moment, Sol. It stays frozen, both everlasting and cheating on itself. I won't go back, but I know I can, so I will see that I breathed it this time. Stop this moment, Sol. It stays frozen, both everlasting and cheating on itself.
Oh yeah! Knee, a hand, or shoulder, a good time to pray. Good time to pray, good time, good time. Good time to pray.
Good time.
Wind is sweeping. Awesome way. Winter's creeping closer.
I hear your love. Oh yeah. Smiling. Now what? Now what? Smiling. Smiling. Now what? Now what? Smiling.
No pass night.
Style is the answer to everything. Fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing. To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without style. To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art. Bullfighting can be an art. Boxing can be an art. Loving can be an art. Opening a can of sardines can be an art. Not many have style. Not many can keep style. I have seen dogs with more style than men. Although not many dogs have style, cats have it with abundance. Style is the answer to everything.
Ah.
When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun.
Gun.
That was style. Or sometimes people give you style. Joan of Arc had style. John the Baptist. Jesus. Socrates. Caesar. Garcia Lorca. I have met men in jail with style. I have met There's more men in jail with style than men out of jail. Style is a difference, a way of doing, a way of being done. Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water, or you walking naked out of the bathroom. Without seeing me. Style is the answer to everything.
