She writes the body and its inscription performs magically on a yellow
field of dizzy traces. Her writing evolves with few distinguishing contours
and the shapes swell strangely within their improvised borders. Each chiasma
foretells another loss while forms of exuberance ooze indiscriminately. One
subverted angle of his square world is a copula full of promise. She dares
the fleeting swellings (within the hims and hers that she inhabits) long
enough to hatch them as they emerge from the unconscious of her worldwide
desire. Libidinal marks surface momentarily then fade into the pages of
time. She, the one excluded, listens to the multiplying forms filled with
brief identifying sounds. She hears the resonating script of language. She
seizes the ephemeral, she enables it, she holds back nothing. Her flesh
mingles indiscriminately with the utterance and onto its porous surface are
grafted many Is--the masculine and the feminine--more or less human because
they evolve relentlessly--their primal shapes flowing freely through and
across his emblematic square.
She surprises herself and others with these metamorphoses, with these
living reverberations that have escaped from some primal shore. Jaws and
beaks disturb the symmetry of the social contract. Their cries are no longer
passive but active, strident. Their bodies leap and sometimes fold over upon
themselves. They inhabit permeable, self-contained spaces of yes, where they
give everything, renounce all security, and spend with no return. All this
activity is spacious and the new reality emerges graphically. It comes from
that other country without boundaries where the repressed survive.
(copyright 2007. Ben Stoltzfus and Judith Palmer)
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