A body of knowledge, spreads itself,
open and regenerative, desiring. What is the Body? My body, this
collective body, this body of text. This body of water. Cleansing
itself, regenerating, dying and birthing itself anew with every
movement, every thought and skin shed, every in and out breath, every
revolution gone, party celebrated, war ended, every intimacy or
trauma experienced. It is my home in this life, this ocean of
possibilities – this transformative vessel through unknown
trajectories. There are so many stories still to tell, to unveil and
to discover.
I recently had an experience of this
body, all knowledges together as a soup, my soup. The intelligence of
this precarious beloved home cut open with doctors and nurses holding
my hand, the touch of comfort counteracting the trauma of a blade.
There at once, the body's intelligence. Knowing how to bleed, how to
receive, how to remove illness, how to heal, how to love. The body
knowing how to believe in its own capacity for change, for
social-political transformation. It's protest, it's polemic.
It's need.
Defined by its variations, skin colour,
genitalia, dis/ability etc it is culturally prescribed specific
physical freedoms and socio-political limitations, hegemonically.
Still. Born of possibilities. Due to socio-cultural conditions it
adopts specific behaviours and customs to which it prescribes or
rebels, contesting the subjugations of its cultural categorisations.
The body is the ultimate paradox, a
bondage transgressed, simple and yet extremely complex, requiring the
longest length of study in order to understand its workings, limited
by it's materiality and yet defined by this precise sense of infinite
possibility for change of political perspective and understanding
through it.
In all senses.
I am asked. To present myself. In so
many ways. I am present. There I am on a stage, on a table, a
platform, a diving board, presenting the possibilities of my female
agency from which to spring. The spring is a fountain of infinity.
The body becomes a passage even in death, filled with so many
possibilities. For resistance, for surrender. For choice. This body,
my body, this collective body, this body of text, this body of water,
can keep politically evolving, this fountain of knowledge.
http://splx.org/public-communication-performing-knowledge-of-the-body/