satori

“So (re)invent us, still weeping the solutions we came from, imagining ‘things’ would be fine if only a single interpretation could be shared, meaning enforced.”
Laura Mullen, Complicated Grief

Golden fur and morning light warms calmly.
Energies, swirling, occasionally oppressive
as unconscious as the way we sell love.

The mural reflected a range of fruits found in this region,
geographic signifiers, orbs of light and juice. Positive
transformations expressed through practice, ritualized execution.

Repeat, forcing action. Asking for it, suppressing.
The real economics of what we dream, imagine, and desire
divided, found between centuries of exclusion, forced space.

Think about how resistance is holding what remains.

ceremony

Look how much you
love me. Little maps.
from Bruises by Leah Horlick

Berlin Aug14
Berlin Aug14

The clouds formed an amphitheater
over a city transformed, a super city.
Its atmosphere thick with performance
and domination outside its own limits.
Listen to the bubble pop—pop—pop.

Queering our gratification
becomes an American economic ritual
with historic reputations.
Golden greeds and lust deep
as the veins financing this spectacle.

Watch as ceremonies of repressed aggressions
become baptisms unfurling (catch and release).
Physical bodies manifesting—hands cupped—
entertainment as reward and pleasure,
a violence that feels good.