before there was word there was … Continue reading beforesilencewordbeforesilencesilence
Our recent performance of The Unfinished Dream was an opportunity to protest, express grief and solidarity, and turn to hope – on the night Donald Trump was confirmed as the President-elect of the US.
Based in Krakow, Poland, Katarzyna Bazarnik and Zenon Fajfer are creating, curating, documenting and theorising a literary revolution : Liberature.
At first we just look. dense matting of human figures piled up motor vehicles abstracted body parts scattered words on a barbed wire fence the sweat of my bones breaking out of my ribs my head a maze of jumbled trash tangled misused distorted Then I know we have to … Continue reading Border : Crossing
in the spaces
in between [y]our toes :
NOW IS THE TIME YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR. BE THE LOVE. YOU ARE AWAKE. YOU ARE LOVE.
check my eyes
write my words
i cannot write about the darkness in this world from the outside, from an observer’s perspective – as if i am not, in every atom of my being, connected to the entirety of the world and all the universe to keep working with words, with language, until no separation remains – the language of non-alienation. yet … Continue reading writing utopia as non-alienation: some notes
[Notes from a Drawn to the Page workshop at The Towner Gallery, Eastbourne, on my first encounter with Sweatopia (The Cry of the Gland II) by Jitish Kallat, 2010] dense matting of human piled up motor vehicles abstracted body parts scattered words on a barbed wire fence the sweat of my bones breaking out of my … Continue reading Border : Crossing
In[scribe] – my name: Sharp, vertical incision to the [inside of my] left wrist. Traces of blood bubble: red pearls on the string of my inner:outer self. Border. Less. I see my skin unbound. You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I unstitch [my] self. Open to the flow of things to come. … Continue reading Saille : Willow