Reading an extract of Kathy Acker’s Blood and Guts in High School, we stand around the room looking at Janey’s dream map.
We put the body of text on a mortuary slab and exhume it’s remains to make a new body out of words, a way of using writing to mark the outline of the absence…
This body is cock
This body is desire
This body is sad
This body is water
This body is a stream
This body is a corpse
This body is feeling
This body is running
This body is alone
This body needs to be alone
This body wants
This body is lying
This body needs lies
This body’s friend is a liar
This body is dying
This body wants
This body is moving
This body has friends
This body is touching touching touching
This body wants love
This body hates
This body is in a room
This body is dreaming
This body is paranoid
This body likes tears
This body is a tear, a tear
This body breaks
This body is in a prison
This body is walking in the city
This body is buried
This body is digging
This body hides
This body needs
This body is alive
This body is useless, worn out, past it
This body is on the brink
This body knows something terrible
This body looks
This body is obliterating
This body is shattered knackered battered clattered
This body is fresh
This body is ripe for plucking
This body is out there, man
This body is wanting to die
This body is smiling
This body is finished
This body is waiting for him you it me them her to stop
This body is hurting
This body is hurt
This body is in your pain
This body is needing pain
This body is searching for the perfect lover
This body is sucking
This body is sleeping
This body is draining the juice out of him
This body is licking the sweat
This body is drinking the dirt
This body is dirty dirt
This body wants it
This body is peddle to the metal
This body is grinding its bones
This body is a clock
This body is a fairy tale
This body is growing
This body does not exist
This body flinches
This body needs me
This body is a bad joke