(a) Collaboration
Nicholas Cheveldave & Sebastian Lloyd Rees

(a) collaboration

Audre Lorde speaks about the erotic as a quality that engages power and love, as a dynamic force for staying with the raptures and sorrows of the quotidian. (a) collaboration looks with these essences by thinking across the resonances, the amplifications and the transpatial communications of synergies occuring at the same time. The works become with one another, enact the amorphous schemes of simultaneity, break concrete chronicles, rearrange the semantics and connotations coming with one’s limits of identity. Through their discrepancies, they create spaces of disruption, unruly visions, moments of pleasure, chasms in the systems of ownership.

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whim: a sudden desire or change of mind, especially one that is unusual or unexplained

as

the intermediate or suspended state 

destroying the fixated penetrating 

the unknown

the vernacular against the matrix 

of visual representations realms in fragments

reversed or naked

it is all based in a fantasy of dispersed futures

limbo

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I know nothing about your pasts

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to stop the time

or to witness it otherwise

you know that tentacular thinking means to keep your eyes wide open

but only for one second 

your f’s start from fluctuation

they end to fear not, willful feasts and fingers and tongues

invading the ego

I had a dream about Italian abandoned places

I could not walk I could only levitate

shuttered eggs releasing a transparent odorless smoke

elusive gods capable of turning everything into water 

and some other frames

What should frontiers exclude 

cities and more complex architectural syntaxes 

of souls 

and bodies and possessions,

Para-fictions, 

or para-identities, 

or para-topias

A woman crazy but wise once told me: I’m not a judge

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when I write about you I try to read you and come closer and love 

you in many ways 

there is a language 

yet 

unspoken, transparent, visually elliptic

an idiolect uttered by the rotted

the one that has been decomposed 

it reveals both torments and euphorias 

think of this idiolect as an organ

a newly born part of your body

the organic form is replicated, mimicked or converged with 

the somaticality of the making

think of the body as an archive

a ghostly knowledge

poetry

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trail: a mark or a series of signs or objects left behind by the passage of someone or something

or to move wearily

uncertainty is a scheme for transcribing what lingers over interpersonal dynamics 

there are some politics embodied, somatisised,

how you find them first, collect them after, 

how you edit them, subvert them and let them circulate, 

how you allow them to generate heterotopias, 

and how they eventually turn into autonomous entities 

curving out 

alternative places of sociability

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there is a word I’m thinking about lately

that is aberration, I’m thinking about it only because it is inclusive, it falls for the spaces and the times in between, I’ve only noticed your presence when you stroked these othernesses,

when I asked you how to calculate the one that always flows 

I killed the question mark

metaphors are movements and movements are transformations,

a-structural structures in a narrative condensed, 

sites of resistance

unflattened marks of violence

to observe first and speculate after

to imagine always, to get lost and to never be found through constellations of lights and darks, mythopoetics have an agency on their own

recounting cognition 

across alternation

disorderly others

many yous and multiple Is

Ioanna Gerakidi