reading alongside Panda Wong and Ella O'Keefe in support of Melinda Bufton's Moxie
also a transcript of the (new) poems I read Jana's work can be viewed on her website.
Steel Magnolias will be at Verge (hopefully) in 2021. What remains when the soft parts burn away….A puddle. Like a body once the clothes are waterlogged or rot off. Less defined contours. Hierarchies of decomposition: bodies, if dead, normally go first, then clothes, then bones perhaps. Or in this case fabric then rock-clay, leaves then trunk then cracked stone firmament. Never Say Never Again. Iron Butterfly. Broken Embraces. Dangerous Liaisons. The Last Exorcism Part II. he thinks we’re walking the path
but we’re not walking buddies that’s not my damp-sand path and not my dream of the lighthouse I am not your lobster, your little bug robe guide that takes what feels like walkies…. You can get my poetry collection The Tower from Incendium Radical Library. They ship everywhere and promptly. If you're in Sydney you can pick up a copy from Distal Phalanx. COSMOPOLITAN organised by Rafaela Pandolfini and Jana Hawkins-Andersen @ The Drill Hall August 201917/7/2019
publishing my entire cosmo poem here as well as Riley Hooker's gold thread graphic interpretation: c o s m o p o l i t a n - there I was at a bbq at the ambassador’s house
- omg I was at the ambassador’s house too.. - I know you were at the ambassador’s house bitch I saw you there theory maps as the forgotten metaphor you know I’m so jaded about this reading de Sousa Santos on laws as maps carving out a space for interpretation via: scale of parts abstraction of symbols projection of features an event that happens now with multiple competing jurisdictions the misreading of social territories (in London where I am now) what is a meridian? pin points you know, my acupuncturist Alistair has a voice like a split oak embraces me, rolls me, twists me covers me in needles a squeeze on my uncovered forearm: “I’m just going to let you bake for a bit” he leaves, my conducted basement FLOODS the equator tipping I don’t know how he knows, but he knows bearded fish surface in the corner of the image a truly accurate map would be a giant one one that covers the very territories it claims to represent hell with all its rings and rings of Italians et al change temp colour contour, maybe valence S becomes J obelisk becomes pinprick buffalo heaving through the creek Latour: common cosmopolitical concern of climate change all these plane crashes the terrible flooding jaded misreading social territories listening to fkn BBC radio interview with an academic while Alistair has a wank in the toilets or something (I wish) thematics multiculturalism being the probsi policy of Australian cities cosmopolitanism being the denial policy of London haven’t there been other words for these relations? cosmo questions: how do you feel on a long plane? where’s home? what connections transnationally? like mirrored selves, joining hands over a cosmopolitan Carrie in Dubai bitch all the gorgeous and diverse hookers in Dubai; oil barons’ nephews; colonial schoolteachers; fashionovas husband hunting; baklas at DK sending money home; ski instructors; vampiric estate agents; passport-confiscated workers; Michael Schumacher; tragic lifestyle Brits; maids; spies; thrill seekers over from Saudi; etc. gossip as process disappeared journalists baseless “Australian” subject position Burj-al-Arab selfie peach brunch BBC News transition graphic to: Documenta’s headquarters get firebombed in Exarchia lol you’re asked to do this show interview even triplecanopy won’t publish BBC News transition graphic to: white feminist curator desperate to salvage cunts as a framework for womanhood instead turns to nipples as a strong connective symbol of femininity “nipples are. democratic! they have the largest iconic reach as dichotomized targets steeped in affect my cosmopolitan nipples” munch munch I’m a teen mutant eating Korma in my 2nd floor nightmare flat “like you don’t even have to be on hormones? no augmentation necessary? always round?” 5318008 skates across the bottom of the screen we get back to fertility headliners gestational feeding sensation of cashew milk moving down your throat into your stomach but it’s a creepy injection of FSH before egg harvesting wet dream wakeup sweat yearning but not yet hungry just thirsty therapy task: write something not about your body response: an essay on 13 looks you got today the chill people I want to tap the glass make sure they’re working silence, shadow future blink to some portal the eyelid comes down like whoosh a second time whoosh and you see it provincial ways of being creative beautiful people drinking, smoking task: write on the affect of this-- old Manila friend’s Onlyfans you linked up and watched eachother weirdly --not a diary-- found a client’s art site, it’s pixelated spreads of what could be your open arse --and I’ll give you $100,000 you might be able to blow in Spain. I really miss my friends and get a thrill to see someone like myself on Instagram birds and snakes which live in the city the cynical ghost shell info wisping from the train station it’s confession time commission for a perfect interior a closet full of carapace corsets a saxophone in the ebbing wind two men walk on and hi-five, not so poetic task: 3 yrs later you return to the Imperial capital to starve out a residency and marry up this round life just thematics? I’ve been to paradise but there’s still this random pulling over on the main road and frenetically gesturing for me to get in… trains, planes, ships (I like the way you move your hips) mummy getting upgraded mummy’s special holiday mummy’s piggy bank doesn’t know when she’ll drink real champagne again through the tears task: 16yr old Danni in Bulgaria with a Guess model heiress, 4 guys and a magnum of Moet the items just pouring through the doors of the incubator housing Alistair’s acu/IVF studio he comes back tells me he’s taken a short round trip to his farm in Tasmania in the interval organised by Spence Messih and Anna McMahon, at Auto Italia
exhibition text by me and Vincent Silk X "See-Through" |