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Bhanu Kapil, Thank you, thank you, a million thank yous for this. It is probably no accident that my first friends (and my last will be?) were worms. It would be wonderful to see more videos of worms and other natural forces by you here. Your fan, Dorothea Lasky
Bhanu also has a new poemfilm here.
Such great stuff! Forgive me, but it reminds me of a kind of poetry David Attenborough…
Vivek, that was exactly the effect I had in mind! And Dorothea, right — my next Harriet TV segment will be on a creature or force, as you write, that might stand their/its own with the worms. More worms? I’ll try. Also, might I recommend converting to Hinduism? It’s a really fun religion with bright pink and orange sweets served on all the major holidays. Also, you get to be cremated and thus, well….it’s not as visually explicit an afterlife as the one you suggest above. Perhaps Vivek was raised Hindu and can attest to these facts.
Hmm, well if I could have chosen I would almost certainly have chosen the Punjabi or other earthy, colourful, more enjoyable variants. Upper caste Tamilian hinduism can get a little drab, severe and joyless at times. Of course there’s lots of food (dark or whitish mostly, ten billion different ways of serving up rice), song. And yes I can attest to lots and lots of holidays. Why living near the Mylapore temple looks like practically every other day is a festival day, and the deities are constantly on tour.
About cremation: maybe not always as clean and pretty as one would imagine: remember all those stubborn bones that have to be bashed in to help the fire along. And of course, the crows, though it’s true everyone has crows. Hey perhaps crows might be the ideal creatures to stand up to your worms! Turns out they’re really intelligent too. Did you see this? http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/joshua_klein_on_the_intelligence_of_crows.html
what a delight. I want more. MORE! do you HEAR ME? more what? I’ll tell you what. I want to see objects of the world in Bhanu’s hands and hear their energy bouncing off in her voice. I don’t give a shit WHAT they are. anything. please. I am dying ‘for what is not there’, remember? SAVE ME, GODDAMNIT!
What is your contention about the red worms?
Confusing to respond as I am currently eating fermented beet-root from Cresset farm, on a red plate. For breakfast. Perhaps should have fixed oatmeal instead.
@Michelle: My contention is that these creatures, appearing as they do at underwater volcanic seams (virulent), are analagous (sp?) to texts. But when I studied them, I learned that they process temperature differently at/upon different parts of their bodies: so that one part of the body might be resting in the hot part of the underwater seam, and another in the cold water. Translate to the document. To the question of how hybridity is performed; its relationship to site.
@Vivek: The Mylapore temple! Beige foods! Plus, you have an excellent point about charnel grounds.
@(ooh, I’ve never properly used the @ function before)Rose: well, I suggest visiting a salt deprivation tank, in the meantime.
Also: “Always speaking, a crow sits on a blown speaker…” Travis Nichols/Rabbit Light Movies: episode 10 (above, JMW).
Tags: and Amy Catanzano on the aperture..., Hybrid creatures, Margulis, Michelle Naka Pierce's Hybrid Utterance class at naropa, red worms
Posted in Uncategorized on Wednesday, January 20th, 2010 by Bhanu Kapil.
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