“…only an entity which, as futural, is equiprimordial in the process of having-been, can, by handing down to itself the possibility it has inherited, taken over its own throwness and be in the moment of vision for ‘its time’. …” 1x1“Being and Time” by Martin Heidegger
Located at Nezahat Gökyiğit Botanical Garden, Istanbul
The work is part of the exhibition
“Tempo Incognito: On Flows, Rhythms, and Movements”
curated by Rana Öztürk
At “Depo” Istanbul
03.03. – 18.04.2021
for lack of better words
i awaken my vegetal heritage
and become a perennial synonym
smelling of extinct flowers
forever attracting melancholic moths
i am a blossom, the bloom of the carcass
human identity undressed by enzymes in a multivocal requiem
an orgiastic appointment
and a cosmic act of intimacy between strangers
seemingly
i too am an abandoned metaphor
a mass extinction event
for the pleasure of togetherness
sharing my corporeal cultures
in a generosity called love
love that is equal to grief
merely a self dissolving into a relationship into the existence of multiple meanings
changing the chemical bonds
. in the failure to translate you
i give into the diversity
and speak in six hundred languages
of all the species in my mouth
words slowly germinating deep in my gut
and linger in the aftertaste
of personal history written in a language i cannot read
a parasitic invasion brought about by rising blood pressure ,
which only compares to the season of spring .
over
time
emergence gains new multiple meanings
.
i am thinking ,
which has taken form
but has not yet been formulatedd
a riddle of life playing scrabble with me. i speak to you
that way. assembled, guessed,
using the letters of my dna
and yours
, and in contingent relations
leafing through
sentences of green mudras
googling in vain
somewhere near infinity, i stop looking for the right simile
to describe how
plant is a verb,
human is a verb ,
time is a verb ,
our names have a common root
the mother tongue of what matters
semiotic
break
down in a breakdance
of planetary spins
and seasonal beats
painfully slow .
a worm
burrowing in the chapters of strata
i am the reverberation of the music by tectonic plates
that you can hear in the cracks where plants feed on deep time
these are the futures that can be anticipated
glimpses into the cracks of time
with my ghost limbs
i feel every dying bee
yearning for the touch of my extinct pollinator
the dialect of labellum pronounces the female bee
tongue buzzing in sweet satisfaction
for lack of better
in other words biotope
is an endangered future tense
fossilized in the imagination
rudely out of reach
i will have been extinct before you get here again
when you did
you will experience me only as a warmth on a vacated seat, smell of the river travelling off shore ,copyright expired
the anticipation of a memory
of undiscovered species gone extinct
present reality that causes a slight glitch in the flow of time ,
as always, overflowing
like writing in the margins the excess of meaning
what would you call the aftertaste of a feeling
the presence after someone has left? that. that would be me
i will be there in time
that dances with mountains
when that time comes
like a word at the tip of the tongue
i will be there
at least for that
brief – but let us hope, expandable – period of astonishment
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the time touched me like that, out of place,
and my flesh responded
in the way slugs respond to touch
i can almost reach you
on twitter feeds
through hyphae threads …
i am a pleasure of thought on a pop up window
like a mushroom on a rotting log
offering you to join my mailing list
let’s stay in touch
forever
yours
This multifaceted project that talks about coexistence of various creatures in the future ecosystem has joined people from various disciplines.
Linda Boļšakova
Dr. İsmail Gökhan Deniz
Līga Vēliņa
Linda Boļšakova
Krists Kondrāts
Dr. İsmail Gökhan Deniz, Linda Boļšakova
Linda Boļšakova
Richard Thompson
Marina Papazyan
Alican Çamci
Agija Šaknere, Valentina Pimanova,
email: seminafuturilv@gmail.com