the world is a stage…no…
the world is an oyster…no…
we hate this couch:
of parasites and non-performance
dare to d r e a m…
i do not believe in dualisms, i do no think they are real. yet the rather illusive and potent nature of dualisms affects reality in an intense manner…
i do not believe in dualisms though i know that they exist. dualisms exist as part of some grand euro-centric capitalist wet dream, the imagination of colonial desire projected upon the earth…hmmm…
i might believe in dualisms but only in the way a hypochondriac believes in illness or as atlas believes he is truly holding up the world all the while dreaming of a helium-based universe full of cotton candy lifeforms…
(do not let a planet’s weight crush you, please)
i do believe in hope although it seems intangible. if there were an antonym to hope i would have to say it is my reluctance to belief in dualisms.
the world is a giant oyster stage
the pearls are singing ballads and crying to themselves
seahorses and starfish dance fantastical waltzes
the kelp sways to the breathless melodies
glittering scales shine iridescence into swift currents
….
the world is a 400 year old clam
scientists dig up while investigating climate changes
over the past 1000 years…
to figure out the clams age you must crack open its shell
and count its ridges like a tree
not a day over 400 this ancient beast is now dead
..but perhaps the world can be defined by dualities. where there is one there is always an opposite, and one opposite will always be inferior, lesser and/or, at its dreaded worst, evil.
where there is/are….
Man there shall be Woman
White there shall be Black
Morals there shall be Depravity
Reason there shall be Nature
Object there shall be Subject
…and all of a sudden the world is of two dimensional splendor.
anti- bo di e s
as someone who doesn’t believe in dualisms in a world ruled by duality, i am but a figment of imagination. for this reason(nature), i am subjected (objected) to all sorts of magical happenings.
The body is electric. The static which creates a pulse.
Hopeful.
the wicked and gang re no us
you see… the couch-related accident that painted scars across my face and vanity became grossly infected with no ordinary manner of infection.
during the night, while my wound lay gaping defenseless, a devious sprite slipped inside, slithering between the bone of my socket and beneath fleshy eyeball. Over the past few weeks it did enter a chrysalis state deconstructing its spritely form within the confines of my skull before bursting through not as some ornate and liberated buttercreature but as a grotesque arachnid form that retained residence upon my scalp, a fleshy patio of sorts.
Simply Magical.
(is this a dualism? is there simple magic?)
where there is performance there is non – p er fo r m a n ce
one cannot just go walking about the world with a couch-related parasprite attached to one’s own dear head. people will become angry or confused, maybe even violent.
it is the dreaded t h e m i fear.
t h e m who have forsaken reality for oppressive imagination and condemned my own reality to the thralls of magical happenings. therefore my own reality contradicts the imagined reality of t h e m .
Rather Devastating.
due to my parasitical condition, i was forced to non-engage with several performances this past autumn and opt instead for its dual entity: the non-performance. this is not to be confused with anti-performance, post-performance, or psuedo-performance (which I abhor) and in no way am i to be considered a non-performer, but a performer engaged in non-performance.
the best way to describe a non-performance is the non-acknowledgment of a performance while still being aware, perhaps, though not exclusively, in retrospect.
some examples of non-performance:
non-performance sample #1: greetings
the simplest of non-performances, simply greet someone and in doing so avoid performing.
this involves not using vague adjectives such as:
Good. Fine. Okay.
and for sure does not involve any abuse of grandiose words such as:
Great. Awesome. Wonderful.
are you really that great? are you so full of wonder and awe? i suspect you would implode if you truly were. but if you have a magical affliction as i do maybe that’s possible and I shouldn’t judge or make assumptions.
the act of non-performing requires a certain amount of honesty that you can facilitate:
“How are you?” “I am not feeling well. I have a parasite. But do not worry its mostly imaginary and not contagious.”
“What’s up?” “I just saw a bird.” or “I need another drink.”
non-performance #2: overcome a fear
for Transgender Remembrance Day 2008 i engaged in an actual performance that entailed the painting of portraits in public of trans people who had been murdered. this was executed over the course of three days and involved painting until my fingers grew too cold.
for Transgender Remembrance 2009 i had similar intentions though being wrought with a magical couch-related parasprite hanging from my skull i chose to enact a non-performance.
for thirty minutes i walked around the center city streets of philadelphia. as i walked i made mental comments about how i wanted to be invisible, how much i hated to be seen in public, how unsafe i felt because i have a hideous grotesque creature attached to my head. though no one seemed to notice or, if they did, showed little concern.
was this dreaded t h e m ?
perhaps these people cannot see the magic happening about my body. perhaps there is magic happenings about these people that i cannot see. i squinted closely at several people, tried to focus really hard, but only drew attention to myself which then nearly constituted an actual performance so i stopped and continued to simply walk around until I grew anxious and weary.
what did this achieve? frankly, little to no introspective efforts have been made as non-performance requires itself to have a non-analytical structure for the most part. though non-performance must not be confused with non-action (though various elements overlap) and after several weeks locked in fear entranced by the venom of parasitical sprites, by aroused fear of violence and non-acceptance, being outdoors and being seen was empowering.
it is the small battles and smaller victories where non-performance seems at its most relevant.
THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD IS UPON YOU
YET YOU ROLL AGAINST THE CUSP OF TIME
THE CAT BECOMES RATHER SASSY
WHEN IT SNOWS
until next time revelers…
special thanks to wren warner for parasite portraits
Geppetta
Harper Evan Nelson
seen in Carborro, NC
Evan Greer with Sofia Poirier @ Bull City Headquarters in Durham
Geppetta
Evan Greer @ The Log Cabin in Blacksburg VA 
Evan Greer and Friends! @ The Birdhouse in Knoxville, TN
take things seriously
Dysphoric Cyborgs take full advantage of the queer fountain of youth
