“I had a dream. There was a crew of ‘suicide girls’ who had begun a fashion cult around sudden, horrific, unexpected departure. I infiltrated them as a sacred didact in the dream, and rescued one... and, in the process, learned the history of their religion, their rituals, their fashions of culture and language — their ways. The structure was relatively simple, but the repercussions were profound: they utilized sudden, horrific, unexpected departure to forcibly re-establish fundamental personal connectivity with place, personal identity, and meaning. Any of the places where one of the girls ‘went off’ became not only a memorial, but a place of power, where any of the members (or groups of them) could gather assets unavailable and unimagined by outsiders. Their only binding agreement was simple: our deaths will be sudden, explosive, provocative, and will comprise both art-as-fashion and direct creative statement about our own lives, dreams, and personal identity. “We shall mark a place with the sudden blood of our departure, and that place will be ours, forever”. This is an idea far too dangerous to publish as the book it deserves; but it is a dream of our own human interiority in cultures that cannot survive — let alone nurture — our actual and fundamental relationships to nature, each other, time, intelligence, place, and wonder.” — overheard overhead
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 02:32:26 +0000
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