The erotic is a threshold of blurry edges between our multiple contradicting selves, circulating synergy with the world, and “the chaos of our innermost feelings”(1). Wherefrom, such erotic universes manifest in poetic images, sonic glitches, emotionally charged text, and ritualistic happenings. These manifestations bring interspecie- poetic and intimate correspondences that dance between theory and praxis onto sensing language through the body. And make it possible to imagine what hasn’t been imagined yet, or to destabilize what has been imagined. And see possibilities into transform meaning and (sur)render it from what has been classifiable (2) and known in the world.
The poetic becomes a path to access an emotional and sensuous language that can be queered as in bent and re-twisted together with the body. Its virtuality becomes surreal. We gain an hypersensibility of space that is developed through practice. Our senses become multidirectional and expanded in relation. Always in relation oriented towards somewhere, someone(s), something. Even the invisible. Ghosts. The sub/unconscious. It pulls other sides of us, even the elusive and coded subconscious of our politics. This queered use of the poetic breaks with time zones, producing glitches within an arrest of time from the body-space. The glitch disturbs, and recognizes the disturbance (and the erratic nature) inherent in the absurd (2) existence of life under capitalism. Its spirals of non-linear time and journeys into the future feedback into the past (3).
(1) Lorde, Audre (2007) “Sister Outsider”, the crossing press feminist series(2) Russell, Legacy, (2020) Glitch Feminism, Verso Books(3) Phillips, R. (2016). Black Quantum Futurism: Theory and Practice (Vol. 1). Philadelphia, PA: House of Future Sciences Books / The AfroFuturist Affair“(…) above all feeling! I aim through experiments in feeling, to reveal and destroy what it is that keeps us here, what it is that stops us from deciding to leave even as the cinders mix with our hair, the smoke corrupts our lungs, the flames engulf the people we love.
Only when we know this can we activate the bond of the otherwise and turn back to meet it. Some call it the communist horizon (this implies some distance between us and the future,) others call it prefiguration (the future in our actions), others ‘the worlds we seek to build’ (desire desire desire) - any name will do.”
— Lola Olufemi in Experiments in imagining otherwise
A Mutant Manifesto
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witchcraft for the revolution
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dreaming the impossible
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fuck fascism * fuck capitalism * fuck imperialism * like...do something!
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unsubscribe to heteronormative patriarchy bs
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〰️ witchcraft for the revolution 〰️ dreaming the impossible 〰️ fuck fascism * fuck capitalism * fuck imperialism * like...do something! 〰️ unsubscribe to heteronormative patriarchy bs 〰️
(this) multimedia performance art is a constant oracular encounter meeting
that wants to stimulate, disrupt and disturb people’s access to imagination.
It wants to orchestrate emotional geographies,
and erotic intimacies between human and non-human species, land, bodies, and ghosts…
It often becomes collective ceremony
and a multiple rhizomatic channelling experience
of worlds that I am (co-)building (with others).
The audience is hardly ever passive, as I always like to make invitations for them to participate actively. Sometimes, I need you (as an audience) to work hard! And this is not for everyone… Sometimes, it is not even the right timing
this art making
is political
.
I wanted
I want
I still want
To let my spirit travel afar
Beyond my screen
Beyond my tabs
Beyond instagram stories
Beyond the avatars
Beyond the words
Beyond watching endless dabke dances in front of snipers
Beyond the fires captured through a phone camera
I wanted
I want
I still want
To feel the fires
To grieve the eternal, deadening bombings
To grieve
To grieve
To mourn the children that never got to be more of themselves than that last blast
That’s not all they were
I reckon that
But their vivaciousness is gone
Yet, we remember
The action is to remember
In rage, we cannot mis-remember
I wanted,
I want,
I still long to grieve a part of the earth,
A land,
that has not seen freedom in almost 80 years
From the rivers to the sea,
From the waters of Yemanjá to Oxum’s
Of this earth
“Wounded feet but the rhythm remains”
“Wounded feet but the rhythm remains”
(Reference video “Dabke in front of israeli snipers” (remix with rimamobarak video, song & poetry x @clarissabitar’s post 13.11.23, caption: this is why we dance)
image @discoarab x @savoirflair IG
STATEMENT OF SOLIDARITY AGAINST GENOCIDE
I would also like to take a moment to acknowledge my stand with Palestine, Congo, Tigray, and Sudan for the end of war, imperialist and settler colonialist occupation, exploitation of peoples and land resources, ecocide, genocide, and the eternal debilitation of peoples in these nations. I am against any western global north and European colonial intervention and participation in these on going atrocities and resist in solidarity with these peoples all over the world. We must continue to resist again and again, for we cannot be free until the people in Palestine, Congo, Sudan and Tigray, and the rest of the world in which sophisticated VIOLENT liberal, capitalist and so called democratic values based tactics keep killing, imprisoning, violating, exploiting, and oppressing black, brown, indigenous, poor, trans, queer, womxn, disabled, bodies. We must continue to react and speak up of the daily constant murdering, mass destruction, erasure of cultures, displacement of peoples, land theft, and the brutal violence enacted by the Israeli state with the support of the United States, United Kingdom, Germany, France, Sweden, and the Danish state too among others.
FREE PALESTINE ✊🏿
FREE CONGO ✊🏿
FREE TIGRAY ✊🏿
FREE SUDAN ✊🏿