Mutual Instruments
Mutual Instruments
The premise: Can our favourite Vegas-born poet of prophetic blackness and a South Central transmuter of social rage into beauty feel through each other? In a last minute change to the planned performance, Miss Prissy performed solo.
ReadWhat might it mean for the body to be a sanctuary that floats? How might speech caption body language? Is it possible to move other than how you (thought you) move, to speak other than how you (thought you) speak? What might be the capacity to feel through others, for others to feel through you – what is the feel for feeling others feeling you? How might you un-sensationalize yourself? How does the voice or the body remember having been moved by others, with others? How might it feel at ease with the fugitive, at peace with the pursued, at rest with the ones who consent not to be one? Can our favourite Vegas-born poet of prophetic blackness and a South Central transmuter of social rage into beauty feel through each other?
If Duke Ellington’s highest compliment was to say something was ‘beyond category’, Fred’s writing and Prissy’s dancing both just plainly refuse the whole assemblage of Western Enlightenment, post-Kantian individual subjectivity – theirs is a kind of counter categorical imperative. And: if that doesn’t make sense, hopefully Episode 6 explored what we meant by it.