air india [redacted]: rehearsals at the Fei and Milton Wong Experimental Theatre.
Four days in: libretto and music score, text and archive, singers and composer, conductor and director, and me, the poet.
The time it takes to enter into rhythm, tone, cadence. When artists gather and do the work.
That quality of an atmosphere, built up, by delving into detail.
This afternoon, when Owen said, “then we can feel the 8th notes underneath,”
I thought about language, fluid and solid, about the power of music, about time and its dimensions.