wherein we entertain the notions of a creature embroiled in sorting multiple identities. is she a mother? a poet? a performer? an organizer? or is she simply the product of a feminist movement in which women dreamt that simultaneously singing opera, tap-dancing, spinning plates, spouting rhetoric and solving algorithms was liberation. here are the rough drafts.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Notes From Project Meeting: Unlisted:Second Steel
I will be participating in Unlisted: Second Steel on September 28th. My team's site is in The Hill District. We will be asking:
: WHAT DOES “REVITALIZATION” MEAN? : HOW DO WE KNOW WHEN AN AREA OR CITY HAS BEEN “REVITALIZED”? : WHAT ROLE CAN THE ARTS AND CROSS-SECTOR PARTNERSHIPS PLAY IN EXPLORING “REVITALIZATION“?
THESE ARE THE QUESTIONS WE WILL INVESTIGATE USING PERFORMANCE THROUGH SECOND STEEL INPITTSBURGH, PA.
Here are some notes from our first full production meeting.
/~/ Beginning /~/
there are stories in the dirt. everything which has ever drawn
breath whispers its echoing aches and ecstasy back to the dirt...
the more I break my fingernails. sift and dig,
my eyelashes spell the words,
"W h e r e a r e y o u?
in crimson coals applied like kohl
to the inside of my eyelids
W h y c a n ' t I s e e y o u?"
maybe nsibidi, adrinka, heiroglyphs,
the dirt only speaks the truth
to those who see the smell alkali with river silt scorched mouths.
it has been speaking… in tongues that were once in the mouths of others.
open wide. I will pack your orifices with mud and rue laced salt.
seal them shut. dry and harden, it will. the memory
keloid lovely. like me a hard imagined future memory
~ an amputated limb itching ~ now. remember. now.
now. feel me. now. remember. I carried you.
dirt grows stories. What we know is that nothing stays
the same. our ancestors tell our children their history
must be scraped from under their parent’s fingernails
lest they become infected by scratching off the present.