Cyborg Heaven
Cyborg Heaven
Pandemics push portals / onto the outcast fringe / of the human
condition / shame and stigma snag / right where the shunned escape /
battered and bruised / into their ennui underground /
every box signals a beginning / of a turn / a twist / an impulse /
a tremor / an anguish / a horned head / a taut arm / a whetted hand /
whistle the opened organ / called to task the hardening fruit
of the willing and the wild / the object is to get inside /
beside beneath it / get into it / test how the right entrance /
can make as much noise as the entered
Touch touch touch it
Cyborg Heaven centers the body as a vessel for desire and meaningful erotic, social, and political exchange in an age where social media can foster new dynamic connections as easily as it can fortify ghettos of isolation, anxiety, and hate. The pandemic exploded these tensions as we all toggled through novel forms of connectedness, isolation, and quarantine.
In Cyborg Heaven, the poetics and performance aesthete of the black and queer radical poetic traditions, and the black urban movements rooted in Hip hop and House Ballroom Culture invite everyone in to begin with their own story motivated by a meta-intention for the co-creation of habitable futures for ourselves.
How might a poem ever be entered / if one insists on living outside of it, /
Cyborg Heaven intends, in its first instance, to be a reflector of this moment in our collective, interpersonal, and existential history among the radically redrawn landscapes of a COVID-19 present-future. Cyborg Heaven is at its core an invocation to pass through the portals all around us–in spite of the tribal forces clamoring to break us apart–toward the joyful, vulnerable project of becoming and co-creating habitable futures for our individual and collective bodies, selves, minds, and hearts.
touch touch me here
COVID-19 1980s come HIV 2020 unspell /
the undercount of the infected and the unbelieved.
Toggling between pixel and time / betwixt Java and script /
new worlds project / into and out of the digital forest / where
screens screen now / as much for the troll / as the Corona /
the drone / the android / the teletubby / as much as the
Quarantined / here in cyborg heaven /
where we are all only fans
Touch, sensuality, and movement become both the container and metaphor for individual and collective bodies willing themselves toward curiosity, courage, vulnerability, protest, and exchange. How can this quest for connection help us navigate the risks and rewards implicit to sweeping cultural, ecological, and political change seemingly well outside our control.
the fatte / the femme / the nanosex /the trans /
the zaddy / the bear / the cougar / the intersex and
the polyamorous / the nonbinary codes of the sapiosanct /
pan the bisexual algorithms of the marooned /
here where apples and operating systems / bear less and less fruit /
more and more seed spill into isolate and heartache.. /
everyone hides behind an a instagram scene
In Alien Day our survival will absolutely now depend on how we touch and how we agree.
Our insides bear the implicit need / to be touched / to be held /
to be nursed / by the enveloped suck of hot tongue / and recycled
wind.
Touch touch touch me please
Cyborg Heaven
Pandemics push portals / onto the outcast fringe / of the human
condition / shame and stigma snag / right where the shunned escape /
battered and bruised / into their ennui underground /
every box signals a beginning / of a turn / a twist / an impulse /
a tremor / an anguish / a horned head / a taut arm / a whetted hand /
whistle the opened organ / called to task the hardening fruit
of the willing and the wild / the object is to get inside /
beside beneath it / get into it / test how the right entrance /
can make as much noise as the entered
Touch touch touch it
Cyborg Heaven centers the body as a vessel for desire and meaningful erotic, social, and political exchange in an age where social media can foster new dynamic connections as easily as it can fortify ghettos of isolation, anxiety, and hate. The pandemic exploded these tensions as we all toggled through novel forms of connectedness, isolation, and quarantine.
In Cyborg Heaven, the poetics and performance aesthete of the black and queer radical poetic traditions, and the black urban movements rooted in Hip hop and House Ballroom Culture invite everyone in to begin with their own story motivated by a meta-intention for the co-creation of habitable futures for ourselves.
How might a poem ever be entered / if one insists on living outside of it, /
Cyborg Heaven intends, in its first instance, to be a reflector of this moment in our collective, interpersonal, and existential history among the radically redrawn landscapes of a COVID-19 present-future. Cyborg Heaven is at its core an invocation to pass through the portals all around us–in spite of the tribal forces clamoring to break us apart–toward the joyful, vulnerable project of becoming and co-creating habitable futures for our individual and collective bodies, selves, minds, and hearts.
touch touch me here
COVID-19 1980s come HIV 2020 unspell /
the undercount of the infected and the unbelieved.
Toggling between pixel and time / betwixt Java and script /
new worlds project / into and out of the digital forest / where
screens screen now / as much for the troll / as the Corona /
the drone / the android / the teletubby / as much as the
Quarantined / here in cyborg heaven /
where we are all only fans
Touch, sensuality, and movement become both the container and metaphor for individual and collective bodies willing themselves toward curiosity, courage, vulnerability, protest, and exchange. How can this quest for connection help us navigate the risks and rewards implicit to sweeping cultural, ecological, and political change seemingly well outside our control.
the fatte / the femme / the nanosex /the trans /
the zaddy / the bear / the cougar / the intersex and
the polyamorous / the nonbinary codes of the sapiosanct /
pan the bisexual algorithms of the marooned /
here where apples and operating systems / bear less and less fruit /
more and more seed spill into isolate and heartache.. /
everyone hides behind an a instagram scene
In Alien Day our survival will absolutely now depend on how we touch and how we agree.
Our insides bear the implicit need / to be touched / to be held /
to be nursed / by the enveloped suck of hot tongue / and recycled
wind.
Touch touch touch me please
Cyborg Heaven
Pandemics push portals / onto the outcast fringe / of the human
condition / shame and stigma snag / right where the shunned escape /
battered and bruised / into their ennui underground /
every box signals a beginning / of a turn / a twist / an impulse /
a tremor / an anguish / a horned head / a taut arm / a whetted hand /
whistle the opened organ / called to task the hardening fruit
of the willing and the wild / the object is to get inside /
beside beneath it / get into it / test how the right entrance /
can make as much noise as the entered
Touch touch touch it
Cyborg Heaven centers the body as a vessel for desire and meaningful erotic, social, and political exchange in an age where social media can foster new dynamic connections as easily as it can fortify ghettos of isolation, anxiety, and hate. The pandemic exploded these tensions as we all toggled through novel forms of connectedness, isolation, and quarantine.
In Cyborg Heaven, the poetics and performance aesthete of the black and queer radical poetic traditions, and the black urban movements rooted in Hip hop and House Ballroom Culture invite everyone in to begin with their own story motivated by a meta-intention for the co-creation of habitable futures for ourselves.
How might a poem ever be entered / if one insists on living outside of it, /
Cyborg Heaven intends, in its first instance, to be a reflector of this moment in our collective, interpersonal, and existential history among the radically redrawn landscapes of a COVID-19 present-future. Cyborg Heaven is at its core an invocation to pass through the portals all around us–in spite of the tribal forces clamoring to break us apart–toward the joyful, vulnerable project of becoming and co-creating habitable futures for our individual and collective bodies, selves, minds, and hearts.
touch touch me here
COVID-19 1980s come HIV 2020 unspell /
the undercount of the infected and the unbelieved.
Toggling between pixel and time / betwixt Java and script /
new worlds project / into and out of the digital forest / where
screens screen now / as much for the troll / as the Corona /
the drone / the android / the teletubby / as much as the
Quarantined / here in cyborg heaven /
where we are all only fans
Touch, sensuality, and movement become both the container and metaphor for individual and collective bodies willing themselves toward curiosity, courage, vulnerability, protest, and exchange. How can this quest for connection help us navigate the risks and rewards implicit to sweeping cultural, ecological, and political change seemingly well outside our control.
the fatte / the femme / the nanosex /the trans /
the zaddy / the bear / the cougar / the intersex and
the polyamorous / the nonbinary codes of the sapiosanct /
pan the bisexual algorithms of the marooned /
here where apples and operating systems / bear less and less fruit /
more and more seed spill into isolate and heartache.. /
everyone hides behind an a instagram scene
In Alien Day our survival will absolutely now depend on how we touch and how we agree.
Our insides bear the implicit need / to be touched / to be held /
to be nursed / by the enveloped suck of hot tongue / and recycled
wind.
Touch touch touch me please