I am fragments
a haphazard jumble
of limbs and organs
constituted into the real
at the moment of your desire.
My flesh
becomes solid
in the instant
your teeth
breach it.
Each orifice
a convex illusion
until the truth
of your flesh
makes me void.
Desire becomes the body
brings skin to touch
curves space around mass
captures me in the well
of your gravity.
When seen, I become light
when touched, mass
when desired, magnetic
when devoured, meat
when missed, dark matter.
Passing strange phenomena
is Schrödinger’s Chatbox:
I am alive when you open it
and dead
when you log out.
These pieces were written in response to “Constitutive Self-Negation“, a talk given by Dorothée Legrand for the Dark Materialism Symposium. I was not so taken by her extreme examples of the object/subject duality of the body as much as the idea of its concept of being in flux, of its incorporation in the moment of perception. And for me, everything is framed through the lens of eroticism. Of course, as always.
I think this may be my favourite one of your verse pieces.
Love the physics metaphors & Schroedinger’s Chatbox is a mistressstroke
each orifice a convex illusion indeed…
marc x
Beautiful…. striking. That first verse – well the whole thing – but from that first verse, I know that feeling, precisely.
Schrödinger’s Chatbox – love it! And really like the second to last verse too.
Excellent. I am overwhelmed. I got joy; a strange feeling, I have ever found.
Mystical
“Desire becomes the body
brings skin to touch
curves space around mass
captures me in the well
of your gravity”