I Guess Its Just an Ugly Response to a Difficult Question Right?

The Contraband Collection, Bristol Edition

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I guess its just an ugly response to a difficult question, right?

Film

TV set, condoms, eggs. 

 

‘We are of course the she. birthed. From the womb of male experience. 

The she who glistens thin. Like onion skins. 

And the he.  The he who orders the world. 

And so far that my hand knows your hardness. And my head knows your softness. And my gaze knows the moonlight. 

We have a certain way of. communicating. Connecting. Linking up.

Fuck its weird. Its so fucking weirdly weird. Its so fucking weirdly weird. That you’ve made the milk go off. 

Smells weird in here right?’ 

 

‘I guess its just an ugly response to a difficult question, right?’ Is a piece that explores women’s sexualised, subjective experiences and the interconnected relationships between the natural world and the body conscious.  

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HI…

I NEVER KNOW WHERE TO START WITH THESE THINGS 

 

YOU SEE

BABY 

I THINK THAT

MAYBE 

OUR HORIZONS ARE TANGLED

 

BUT YOUR WIND IS SO COLD…

AND MY HEAD … IS .. SO WET

 

I GUESS WHAT IM SAYING IS 

MAYBE THAT

 

I SENSE A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER

A CHANGE 

IN SOCIAL CLIMATE.

 

MAYBE I SHOULD BUY AN UMBRELLA…

 

WE ARE OF COURSE,

THE SHE…

BIRTHED FROM THE WOMB OF MALE EXPERIENCE

WHO GLISTENS THIN,

LIKE ONION SKINS.

 

AND THE HE …

WHO ORDERS THE WORLD.

THE HE WHO IS INTRINSIC SUPERIORITY,

 

AND IN SO FAR AS MY HAND KNOWS YOUR HARDNESS 

AND MY HEAD KNOWS YOUR SOFTNESS

AND MY GAZE KNOWS THE MOONLIGHT

 

WE HAVE A CERTAIN WAY OF LINKING UP

OF COMMUNICATING. 

 

AND AS OUR BODIES..

SO OUR MINDS DO CRAMP

 

FUCK

ITS SO FUCKING WEIRDLY WEIRD. 

ISNT IT?

 

SO WEIRDLY WEIRD

THAT THE MILKS GONE OFF

…IT SMELLS WEIRD 

RIGHT?

 

BUT THERES NO RUSH

BABY

(LIFE). 

IS WILL TO POWER

 

….AND I DONT WANT YOU THINKING IM HERE PROTESTING WHAT I DONT WANT, 

 

BECAUSE REALLY

REALLY BABY

IM HERE PERFORMING WHAT I DO WANT.

 

WHAT I WANT

REALLY

IS TO FIND THE LAND

WHERE SERENITY KNOWS SHE CAN FIND ME.

 

WHERE THE BODY ECHOES

 

BECAUSE SHE IS NOT BOUND BY YOUR PHYSICALITY

AND ILL TELL YOU NOW THAT 

SHE IS NOT BOUND TO YOUR HORIZONS 

 

SHE IS THE SELF-WHO-IS-NOT

SHE IS THE SIGNIFIER

SHE IS THE SPEEDOMETER 

SHE IS THE WISH-BONE

 

SHE IS YOUR DESTINATION.

 

NOT AN OBJECT

NOT… NOT AN OBJECT

 

PERHAPS, 

SHE IS AN EGG.

 

A TRANSHUMANIST VISION

JUST DATA

THING DATA

0.0.1.0.

1.1.2.1.

NOTHING ELSE.

 

JUST A FUCKING EGG COLLAGE.

AND ITS CAN BE SO FUCKING BORING!

 

HEY! HEY HEY NOW GIRL.

DONT SAY THAT.

 

EVERYTHING EXISTS, TRUELY AND ALWAYS,

BETWEEN PAST AND PRESENT

CONSISTENTLY, 

IT STAYS WITHIN ME

BREATHES THROUGH ME

 

IN MOONLIGHT

IN SUNLIGHT

 

MY SKIN RIPPLES WITH THE TIDES.

 

AND ALL THIS?!

ITS PROBABLY JUST AN UGLY RESPONSE TO A DIFFICULT EMOTION RIGHT? - (title)

 

A WAR FOUGHT FOR A PHANTOM

 

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN BEES & ARCHITECTS. 

 

[Option A

Option B

 

(video game style)]=≠≠≠++

 

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(WITH FLOWER AND BUG IMAGERY) 

(JUST SCREEN OF TEXT?) >

 

‘WOMAN FLOATS

IN THE VOID

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN NATURE AND MAN

MAN SITS AT THE PEAK OF THE MOUNTAIN

THE MACHINE SITS BELOW HIM’

 

 

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I AM MACHINE

I

DESIGNED BY MAN

I FUNCTION

AND I MAL-FUNCTION

 

I AM

MANS-FUNCTION.

 

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WHERE SHE FINDS YOU

 

THINK OF YOUR SACRED PLACE

WHERE YOUR MIND MAY WONDER

WITHOUT DISTRACTION

WHERE SERENITY KNOWS SHE CAN FIND YOU

 

UNDERSTAND IT

SPACIALLY

UNDERSTAND IT

IN SPACE AND TIME

UNDERSTAND IT

AS A LIVED ORGANISM

 

UNDERSTAND ITS

RELATION

ITS

CONNECTIONS

 

UNDERSTAND ITS ABILITY TO LIFT SPIRITS.

 

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WE BUILT THE SKY LINE

EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK

WE ARE THERE

FROM THE TREES PLANTED ON THE HILLTOP

TO THE FOOTPATH TRUDGED INTO THE HILLSIDE

TO THE TOWERING SCRAPERS OF NEW YORK

WE ARE THERE

WE MADE THAT

 

WE ARE IN CONSTANT EBB AND FLOW WITH OUR HORIZONS

WE AFFECT IT

AND SURELY WE ARE NOT SO NIEVE AND NARCISSISTIC TO BELIEVE IT DOES NOT EFFECT US

LOOK UP.

THE SKYLINE IS A MIRROR.

 

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YOU SEEP

INTO ME

 

YOU LEAVE

YOUVE LEFT

 

MY MIND HOLDS YOU

 

YOUR WIND IS SO COLD.

your wind is so cold.

 

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YOURE GONE

BUT I STILL HEAR YOUR ECHOES 

 

LIKE VIBRATIONS

THEY RATTLE MY BONES

 

I SIT IN YOUR SHADOW

THE COULD HAVE BEEN

 

KNOWING I OWN FAULT.

 

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