Carolee Schneemann, Infinity kisses (1981-1987)
Tag: contact zone
Image: Felix Gonzalez-Torres’ “Untitled” [Golden], 1993)
Text: Margaret Atwood from Interlunar
yoko ono
Renate Bertlmann, Deflorazione in 14 Stazioni [Defloration in 14 Stations], 1977, 15 Black and white photographs, vintage, one with scalpel, 18 × 24 cm each.
jenny holzer
plus some rando dogs
THE ILLUSION
Consider our mad loves: J's for B that he only knew after she ripped out the hook. Smell rain and whose name do you say? G and R seem okay but A's ripping the cover off T's book, the cashier then asking if he'd like a damage discount and who doesn't deserve a damage discount? The heart itself apparently can be eaten, singed on a bed of baby greens. Half step, half step, clap, throw the hive upon the lap. A silver head floats in the corn. At least M has his daughter. A silver head floats at the portal. Like a dried gourd, the rattle K makes. The dream bread falls through the dream hands. Two seconds it took you to do what you did to me. Here's a breast, an eye. Here's a necessity. Flinchclatter dovespun sundrove heartsprung and sometimes the wreckage assumes recognizable shapes. Sure it does. Touch this. Maybe your father was right to hate me. I was running as fast as I could. Maybe faster. Forever and forever and forever.
© 2001 DEAN YOUNG
Little Bristling Soul 