Find Each Other
Find each other,
the Invisible Committee urges us.
How do we find each other?
How do we
Rows of black helmets with translucent face shields,
amber street lights wash out all color as the crowds undulate and morph like sea creatures,
speeds moving between endless waiting and running towards the line of police motorcycles,
The riot cops have blocked all the exits from the camp but one,
I try not to lose you,
because I won't let you be deported,
but we both want to be here,
staying close, we talk about Le Guin, the Dispossesed and Urras,
somehow our presence adds to both the fight and the safety
How do we find help
in the moment of violence
the surprising speed of assault
the silence of disappearance.
What if that violence is in our intimate places
or in our memories
or farther, out of our memories?
Can we make networks to respond
and not replicate violence?
Can we create new logics,
where we stop putting people in cages?
How do we find the ones
who will sow insurrection with us
protect us from violence
love and be loved by us
satisfy our bodies?
How long do we have to grope in the indigo dark
put out signals
hurl out lines
before we find the one
or the ones
who our stories will resonate with?
Desire, dance and queer femme erotics,
it's impossible to notice anyone else when you move,
shared care for people named ill connected us,
we told each other stories in photos, words, films,
light and sound connecting times in our lives and dreams,
elastic bubble gum bonds sticking stretching across spacetime,
folding together our narratives until they touch electrically, and kiss, deeply.
How do we subsist, they ask?
In the face of deadly economics,
multitudes of byzantine categorizations of our bodies and our lives,
how do we survive?
How can we build networks, relationships,
span the gaps between individuals,
of connection and affection,
made visible with electroluminescence and soft circuits.
Bodies rushing through downtown LA nights,
searching for pleasure in the flashing colors and beats.
Bodies running through Overtown at dusk,
friends hunted by police.
How will these networks transform us?
How have they transformed us?
In sweaty riotous moments in massive crowds in
Genoa, San Francisco, Cancun, Miami,
or sweaty moments in bed with our lover, as loud as a climax?
We are transformed by our networks,
and we transform and create them with our affections,
with the commitments we carry in our bodies and breathe out of our mouths.
What is the practical meaning
of deposing power locally
How can we make time for ourselves,
in a world that demands our attention, thoughts and emotions?
How can we know when we've found each other?
When to let go
and when to build new homes,
out of which extend
fields of lines, curved, topographies of light, color, feeling,
moving outwards in waves across planes,
Are the networks we make,
the disturbance, the resistance and the goal?
Heat, warmth, love, rest, repose, safety, care, understanding,
all the things that power and capital can't offer
are right here in this bed
with our leopard print blanket
that smells like sex and home.
for the first time,