Quote: Carnal art, unlike "body art" does not seek pain, or the search for putification or some understanding or redemption. Carnal art reveals the Christian denial of the "pleasure-body" and exposes its weakness in the face of scientific discovery. Carnal art transforms the body into language. reversing the biblical idea of the word made flesh, the flesh is made word. Un-Quote
~Orlan
A dream about my tattoo:
My body is my canvas
My mind is...what?
My spots, inked, earned
spread through my pours
like hands trying to break through bars
like paws trying to break through a cage
FUCK, what is flesh
I don't believe in my skin anymore
It has grown out of touch with the world
It has grown out of touch with itself
It longs for real power
for the power it was born into
before it was put on display
dis
play
before your curiouse fingers
gave it nothing but torn pieces of food
Outside my cage the sign says
"dont feed the animals"
and you still do
So, I bite off
more than you can chew
I prowl my space like a wild cat
at a petting zoo
you point, laugh, observe
Am I in my natural habitat
No
I'm numb and wanting
wanting
the FUCK out
My spots are ink-well deep reminders
that below the surface is where wishes lay
where knowledge brews
take my flesh-canvas down deep
deliver it into that stew
where the only bars are my bones
solid and strong, ready to move
my body...my minds canvas
does not always reflect me
so
I mold it, brew it, stew it, move it
in between worlds
in between species
in between cultures
until
my spots are spotless
until
I swell out of this bitch-hole-cage
until...
I want meat, but not yours
I want my own meat,
back
possesed with my deep penitrating
knowledge, power, desire, and instinct
I want my own meat back
until I get it
remember
I earned these spots
My flesh
I made
I earned
I gave word
Now,
My body is my minds canvas
~Pekoe
Quote: I can observe my own body cut open without any suffering. I can see myself all the way down to my viscera, a new mirror stage. I can see to the heart of my lover and it's splended design has got nothing to do with the soppy symbols usually drawn. UnQuote
~Orlan
~Orlan
A dream about my tattoo:
My body is my canvas
My mind is...what?
My spots, inked, earned
spread through my pours
like hands trying to break through bars
like paws trying to break through a cage
FUCK, what is flesh
I don't believe in my skin anymore
It has grown out of touch with the world
It has grown out of touch with itself
It longs for real power
for the power it was born into
before it was put on display
dis
play
before your curiouse fingers
gave it nothing but torn pieces of food
Outside my cage the sign says
"dont feed the animals"
and you still do
So, I bite off
more than you can chew
I prowl my space like a wild cat
at a petting zoo
you point, laugh, observe
Am I in my natural habitat
No
I'm numb and wanting
wanting
the FUCK out
My spots are ink-well deep reminders
that below the surface is where wishes lay
where knowledge brews
take my flesh-canvas down deep
deliver it into that stew
where the only bars are my bones
solid and strong, ready to move
my body...my minds canvas
does not always reflect me
so
I mold it, brew it, stew it, move it
in between worlds
in between species
in between cultures
until
my spots are spotless
until
I swell out of this bitch-hole-cage
until...
I want meat, but not yours
I want my own meat,
back
possesed with my deep penitrating
knowledge, power, desire, and instinct
I want my own meat back
until I get it
remember
I earned these spots
My flesh
I made
I earned
I gave word
Now,
My body is my minds canvas
~Pekoe
Quote: I can observe my own body cut open without any suffering. I can see myself all the way down to my viscera, a new mirror stage. I can see to the heart of my lover and it's splended design has got nothing to do with the soppy symbols usually drawn. UnQuote
~Orlan
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escottie:
Fine! Be that way, Miss Musty Old Journal!
anishka:
we should go on a date sometime.....