(Speculative Fermentation conceptualization/writing in collaboration with Enya Von Schill and Ian Gerson)
organisms refuse ‘birthed’ state and become/unbecome to nother
(a result of life denied of air)
(this speculative fermentation is in question of/with what ‘birthed existence’ may entail/entitle)
dusk —> gloam —> eventide
grounder - —> penumbra - —> shadow
Kombucha —> Sauerkraut —> Yeast —> Mold —> Lily Pad
decomposition - —> ‘unproductive’ - —> waste - —> excretion - —> discarded
multiplicity —> symbiotic organisms —> kneading(needing)
collective archive - —> memory - —> hystory
toiling/reconciling/embodying —- queer/other(ed)/nother
Per second starvation---> eating their ‘selves’ to fill their nother bellies
pulled at once from hanging bejeweled vessels,
pre-skins, as not yet
skinned to access the mobility they yearn for
Sopping up the last bit of yellow on our plate
Adjusting to the overactive-eating of the sun
: the culture has grown as shown on table L-S(1)
not the crumbs of what it was, but what it is-as-us
squeezing the rapid growth between our toes
injection of intersections, locking the not-yet
in the transmogrified state of nother
pickling the intestines so they're easier to digest
but while digesting the digestion they are dissecting an impression
of the many before-wombs and pre-verbal states in their used-to-be’s and potent potentialities
:as the situational self [nother] establishes no ground, their yearning suffocates (2) in incomplete shadows.
As dusk drips at the tip of digestion the situational self [nother] toils to un-earth(3) a
de-universalization/de-territorialization of discharge: as result.
(de-universalizing//de-territorializing terra-established time)
the nothers delineate in embody(ed) labor archives:
witnessing their ‘selves’ alongside self, shelved in decomposing becoming (4)
yeasty pockets, sweat-wet skins, milked mothers
labored skins merge teas, yeasts, kraut, ferments, molds
To the lefts left in pulley handshakes
quddital waves --> ground in yeast
thirsting last drops of sun
troph of less-deep sours
H.Lou nutrient source
sowering cabal ---> ground in kraut
means of mid
kemmer well ---> ground in soil
well below well
Uninterested in the suspension of disbelief
“Pertaining to theatricality + ‘reality’ = how a space that is tailored for specific bodies/identities can oftentimes be conceived as 'unrealistic'---'uncomfortable' to that who is not included.
This creates a kind of exclusionary experience for this particular viewer.
Is theatricality created by this viewer in response to their lived conditioning/experience and what they believe certain people and/or bodies SHOULD be doing” b.perry
collaboration as survival
decomposition as backwards walking in opposite direction in spirals
unbecoming what it means to be human/organism
challenging the hierarchical taxonomy used to classify and quantify organisms
(usually by means of productive or use-value)
(1) troph of less-deep sours
(2) result of life denied of air
(3) divorcing of terra-established time/space orientation
a stumbling sore, (prior to rain showers) as if symphonic rays could stop such a stutter.
we revel in the techniques of maybe and we aren’t so likely to say aloud we are indeed relevant.
our joined parts siphoned—like gas; by mouth, through tubes; like veins.
the infiltration only begins here…
like wild cockroaches on cat food
what does it mean to archive unbecoming?
embodied archive—archive of feeling—archive of trauma—body AS archive
a collective archive of feeling——> memory —> hystory
how can we concoct a space which flourishes in the ‘unproductive,’ the waste, excretion, the forgotten or never had a chance, the discarded?
THIS SPACE YEARNS:
YEARNS FOR THE “use/utility/validity” IN THE UNCOOKED, THE RAW, THE INEDIBLE, THE REGURGITATED, THE CAST OFF, THE FORGOTTEN, THE MISTAKEN, AND STUMBLED, THE JELLIED, THE JAMMED.
not ‘one’ nor ‘i’
how can power in itself ‘unbecome?’
can this happen by concocting a space that is interested not in ‘future,’ future-tellings, or utopia, but a space or spaces toiling in the possibility of possible?
one which isn’t constructed with a humyn standing on a hill, peering down with a furrowed brow and confused tinge,
one asking why ‘we’ can’t just get out of the mud as they did:
stepping left then right, left then right
reminding their self: “I” can do it
language wrapped in promises of life and continuing on
“on to what?” we ask?
for the ‘we’ standing in the mud
for the we neck deep and still locking fingers
for the we using the mud to draw up plans on bare backs
for the we locking arms because getting out aint an option.