Separate
(1998)
with Kim Dawn
performance at Galerie
Oboro, Montréal, May 1998 as part of Counterposes,
Curated by Jim Drobnick and Jennifer Fisher.
performance schedule
Thursday May 7th, 5-8pm
Friday May 8th, 3-8pm
Saturday May 9th, 12-5pm
text by Kim Dawn and Christof Migone
published in catalog of Counterposes, eds: Jim Drobnick
and Jennifer Fisher, Montréal: Oboro/Display
Cult), 2002.
photos by Paul Litherland
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lights bare, ready to electrocute. lights fadein fadeout.
lights breathe. break. she counted in her head, seconds, minutes.
she watched the lights reflect in the milk bubbles. she watched
the honey pour down his face, sicken, thick, gooey, shimmery.
she worried about his eyes, offered her shit napkins to wipe
his honey eyes. honeymilk. honeymitts. lights flickered. rose.
fell. like them. fell. fell. fell. blackout. swimming in their
shit. the sticky. motor for the homemade light dimmer motor
hums slightly in the background.
    
weaklight, brighlight, weaklight... breathe into balloons.
trembling in stillness. i have no age, no time, all the time
in the world. sacred punishment time. it’s the only
thing i know how to do. sound of plum meat flowing, diarrhetic.
pile of plums turns inside out, turns vile and bile. swallow.
choke. putrid. juice. spit. chew. snickers bars. stop looking
at me. opening the skin’s surface pull apart the openings.
peer. i don’t know if she’ll ever eat plums again.
i am no longer hungry. famished. honey bucketful.
turning in from the inside out. either or none. all surface
simultaneously. no openings left. all taken, plugged. dip
head into. inside iam. enveloped. smell overwhelms. nauseates.
pretty plum throwings upon his face. my vomit cools his steaming
honey eyes. i am a slow moving still. a slow river moving
still. am nowhere. i feel eyes on me, i can't see. the honey
stings my eyes. i become viscous and keep going into the bucket,
can fit more and more of myself inside. head, hands, arms,
elbows, shoulders. more plums more plums.
    
hold mouth closed with sticky fingertips. gag. try to stay
present. we’re merging with our materials, flowleak,
leaking bodies. our bodies are stains. bleached. broken. dripping.
chewing. red up red down. redin redout. our body stains. honey
condom. rationirrational. a still swallow persists. a slow
fear leaks. separate. scared baby hands. scared baby mitts.
we squish, we stick. children jerking off playing can’t
keep their handsouttatheirpants. feeding off their own. disgust
turning pleasurable then back againagain. fearcomfort. desirerepulsiondesire.
dissociation. blowing bubbles through a straw in milk. thick.
clotted. spoiled. recite the abc’s in head. count to
a thousandthousand. i’m gone. i’m there. saturation.
chew. chew. chew. ouch. spit. spit. spit. save spit. precious
vile. sexy deceptive honey. molasses. thicker. darker. sweeter.
gag. chill running throughveins. sickness. breathe. rhythm.
white. white. robbers. raccoons. she bubbles a bowl of milk
for hours, we smoulder. we swell. we soak.
she’s in the world. where air becomes liquid. she’s
lost it. looseconsciousness. blow. blow. blow. breath. sickening
beautiful honey man. giving ourselves permission for. punishment.
playing with our own shit. work mouth into spit. then buildup
spit it into a longthinbottle. by now there are more fluids
on us than inside us. the juice oozing from the pile of prune
meat has seeped everywhere, it stains our white meat. bloody
plums. clothes drenched.
damaged goods. goodwill pure. never pure. white is dirty.
dirtiest. pretend pure. purity, only to announce its absence.
it exists in loss, to announce its impossibility. honey decomposition.
choke. nauseate. drowning in our own vomit. piss. saliva.
menstrual blood. wipe tongue dry. perversion clinic. clinical
perversion. present shit to audience on a silver tray. damagedgoods.
‘o sweet puppy. her tongue weapon. save spit. spoiling.
going.
going. gone. the hospital has lots of jigsaw puzzles. it’s
important to wash wash wash your hands. i have become viscous
unspeakable. this screams louder than words. it pierces through
with no need for language. it devours your intestines, colon,
stomach and anus. you are no longer with organs or organic.
you are about to leave disgusted, then you turn around, look
again, and leave for good, this time with wound.
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