a vessel to travel in
When the seas dried, the primitive Fish left its associated milieu to explore land, forced to “stand on its own legs,” now carrying water only on the inside, in the amniotic membranes protecting the embryo. In one way or the other, the animal is more a fleer than a fighter, but its flights are also conquests, creations.
Delueze and Guattari
we spill out from ourselves if we move too quickly · too slowly we risk calcification. pretty pretty limbs to move about on · little flat feet on cold marble or sunk in crisp crunchy snow · petrified waterfalls trickle splendidly in slow-motion · as we drink from radiant pools that once lived in the sky. the elastic skin of the earth tucked neatly between my fingers as i crawl toward a simple stream sounding its hollow sound · its essence found in the body it has carved for itself · the channel · where on might find secret subterranean fissures to hide ourselves in.
Primitive bone, a stiff, calcified central rod that would later become the vertebral column, made new forms of movement control possible among animals, freeing them from many constraints and literally setting them into motion to conquer every available niche in the air, in water, and on land.
we are but one layer of beautiful colourful strata · bodies stacked upon bodies · loamy dirt and hardened asphalt · bones turned black. hands make a cup or a shovel · dirt under nails can easily be washed away. the sky is a colour that we have named and as the stars move so do we.
i travel · even when sitting still · the opulent cosmos whirring by. we are geological · crystalline liquid · we’ve found a solid state. geology moves slow during the day · but behind the wall of night she consumes empires. bodies stacked on bodies · we are the forgotten strata. this body is a vessel to travel in · but it is a temporary body just like mother’s · another vessel we travel within.