#performative writing

[vnavarrowriter]

I want to enjoy the spectacle, the excessiveness of it all.

Ronald J. Pelias (2019), The Creative Qualitative Researcher: Writing that Makes Readers Want to Read, Routledge, p. 51

[transnationallyblack-blog]

Tricky Traumatic, So Somatic

Trauma. Thats the word that comes….Trauma,  transformation, mutation and mutilation that are required for me to become my writerly self. Between mothers lost, lives dispossessed, incarcerated bodies and the blues, the writing that moves me moves me to write about being moved… moving and being displaced… being haptically raw… Are you feeling the feeling? 

With Shadow I wonder whether there is a somatic secret to pushing words out  from my belly-sense onto a page. Do I want to use text to conjure like Octavia, or do I want to a kind of sycoratic praxis, is it the pretty pleasure of the words laid out for me, by me, reformed and deformed.... And the need to write becomes a machine of recall, to fore-call  wounds and their dehiscences…  

By what means do we enter into the scripting our queer black selfhood? Is it always through some stark, dark, absence, or through the absence of darkness?

 EPJ’s humor-rigor hermeneutic is a writerly love amulet.   I love neo-dragging myself up to the challenge of the ‘quare’ at moments when my writing  iron needs a little sword fight to get hard.  

And as dance sweat wets me down, my mind and mouth are full of Xango-fire. How to transform this blowtorch into light-glow, epistemological warmth for possibles. How to sumon change through my finger flow.   How to calcify and mollify,  how to spread open the already there and how to insert the new?   What does it meant to write  for Arts sake?

How can we all write into the trauma without the need to reproduce its violence  as embodied evidence? How can we transform the evidence of trauma into proof of something else? How can we read differently into the trauma that the act of forced - read ‘academic’ writing?  How to avoid mutilating the craft? How can we wear the many hats of producer, laborer, student, teacher, healer and an agent provocateur, all at once or at the right moment ?How can we interrupt normative space, time, relation, conceptions of the world and of  being in the world through our writing without re-calcifying  frames in out conceptual deliberations ? How do we approach writing as Art for our Time? How do we approach writing for Art’s sake??

[actualhumancryptid]

When you come back after two months of not writing your novel, and you have to remind yourself not to try and fit the entire thing inside your head every time you sit down to work on a scene.

[annoyedandroid]

waking

There is an unpredictability in waking.  Not in eyes opening, bones groaning, but in the morning period, its stages.  The relief of sleep slips away, and then whatever remains is emboldened, and the world is beautiful, and there is nothing but dread, and it was worth it, and regrets swell and bite.  Fighting sleep, fighting waking, fighting and giving up and hoping and despairing.  The cliff drops before you or you jerk awake falling.  But eyes open and bones groan and you exist and you don't know what it means or if you even want to, or want to know, but unconsciousness has abandoned you and you don't know and you feel okay and you feel your throat clench and you put on some makeup and a matching underwear set and don't shower because your hair looks good now and later you will feel grimy and ugly and you should have washed your face at least and you don't know, and you won't know.