Kuppers 2022
Kuppers 2022
Kuppers 2022
Chapter Title: Crip Time, Rhythms, and Slow Rays: SPECULATIVE EMBODIMENT
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CHAPTER 4
I, we, need to imagine crip futures because disabled people are continually being writ-
ten out of the future, rendered as the sign of the future no one wants. This erasure is
not mere metaphor. Disabled people—particularly those with developmental and psy-
chiatric impairments, those who are poor, gender-deviant, and/or people of color, those
who need atypical forms of assistance to survive—have faced sterilization, segregation,
and institutionalization; denial of equitable education, health care and social services;
violence and abuse; and the withholding of the rights of citizenship. Too many of these
practices continue, and each of them has greatly limited, and often literally shortened,
the futures of disabled people. It is my loss, our loss, not to take care of, embrace, and
desire all of us. We must begin to anticipate presents and to imagine futures that
include all of us. We must explore disability in time.
—Alison Kafer, Feminist Queer Crip
This chapter delves into another wrinkle of eco soma, of our embodiment’s
experience in contact and in relation, in connection with others and in environ-
ments. The previous chapters invited you to coexperience, in my writing and in
your reading, somatic echoes of being-with, of sensing ourselves in edge zones
where otherness and self meet on edgy horizons. Fantasy is a core component
of these encounters: the desires and fears we (however the multiple I’s in this
“we” are positioned) have of one another and of our world translate directly into
the somatic experience.
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You have already been together with me at the bottom of our breaths, under
pressure deep in the water, dreaming of salamander touch. In this chapter, I
push the fantastical even further outward, into speculative embodiment, space
travel, escape trajectories, and plant humans. I discuss Black Lives Matter’s ac-
tivist street poetics, with a focus on breathing, and on life and death in a White
supremacist world. But let’s start on the ground, in the studio.
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Turtle Disco sees itself in this (future) lineage: local, sustainable, aware of the
histories of extraction, exclusion, and colonial violence in our place; with
neighbors coming together, engaging in art/life practice to sustain ourselves
as a chosen web. In our practices, Turtle Disco rehearses for Haraway’s small
cooperatives, small communities, healing and recharging caves. Turtle Disco
imagines itself as health/care/performance/practice to hold ourselves, non-
human others, and the world to new forms of cohabitation.1
In one of our practices, object theater work and shared animacy, honoring
life and story everywhere, becomes very resonant. In this chapter, I use this
example to move (or, as you will see, creep) my eco soma argument into the
speculative mode and into genres of science fiction, fantasy, and horror.
My own disability manifests itself primarily through chronic pain. In one
of our weekly sessions, “Contemplative Dance and Writing,” led by Stephanie,
individual movement and meditation are followed by an Open Space segment.
In this segment of the practice, people can either choose to participate and en-
gage each other or to witness from the side. I often wish to participate but find
my limbs frozen by pain. To get off my cushion station and move into the circle
can be too hard. Even though Stephanie and I have installed a grab bar on the
wall near my nesting spot, I sometimes cannot easily rise up. So, one practice I
engage in is draping a soft, fluffy blanket (that is part of my nesting station) over
me. Then I animate it like a puppet. I creep and slide slowly into the middle of
the room, unable to see where I am going, but slowly and in keeping with my
pain rhythm: a pink plush monster puppet, a blob, an amoeba, unconcerned
with high kicks or wide reaches but rippling with sensitive edges and fringes,
sliding and pooling across the wood floor.
As you read this, feel your sensations. What are you sitting on? What is it
made of? How did it come to this place? What is your relation to it—and how
are you defining “relation” here? What stories does the material tell you when
you use your own sensitive fringes, your fingertips (maybe your lips) to touch
it? How does it feel to contort your own body into new configurations, to create
new relations with what is familiar to you? Enjoy the stretch. Remember this
information as you move forward—still sitting on and with cohabitant objects.
Eventually, in Turtle Disco, my blanketed body encounters something:
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Figure 17. A close-up of participants in Turtle Disco play. Small plastic figures of dragons
climb a pink-socked foot. Two arms with tattoos of landscapes and seedlings help the
dragons climb. Photograph by the author, 2019.
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our waterways.3 Sometimes, when I am under it, deep into performance trance,
I imagine the tiny marine creatures that died long ago, and I feel the pressure
of the earth before transforming into oil, buried under strata of rock and sand.4
In the Turtle Disco sessions, other objects become animate, too. In our
dances, we involve small figurines that inhabit Turtle Disco’s window ledges:
wind-up toys from around the world, leaf skeletons from the garden, and tiny
plastic sharks and dragons. One by one, depending on mood and session, these
become part of the dance, amplifying or initiating movement from cripped,
painful bodyminds. The objects can carry a lot: if someone is not feeling up
to eye contact, or is very tired, or wants to act out some angry scene without
endangering the rest of the living actants, these objects help us.
In these research practices in Turtle Disco, becoming with other, becoming
fictional, and becoming (to link again back to Emma Fisher’s practice) a disabled
caterpillar are all avenues for self-expression and modes of connectivity. Time,
space, and bodies shift under pressure in many different ways.
In this chapter, I investigate the use of fantastical genre narratives in a range
of forms: a shadow puppet theater around mental health; a Butoh performance
film about plant/human cohabitation; a poetry segment about rays, biomatter,
and language; and connections between Black Lives Matter’s social media labor
and a dance video focused on Antoine Hunter.
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significant mental health differences. For this show, interviewers for the project
had visited Full Circle and interviewed people there to reshape their participant
narratives as puppet sketches.
As part of my preparations for this writing, I also visited this drop-in center,
which is operated by Washtenaw County and open to all who identify with
mental health issues, whether with a case worker or not (in the U.S. context, this
is an important marker, as it involves issues of insurance coverage and disabil-
ity benefit—some drop-in centers are only open to people with a case worker).
When I arrived, the person who opened the door for me was an elder Black
man who clearly had taken on the role of greeter. He offered me friendly entry
into the community center proper: there was a long corridor, various rooms
(some with art material stashed away in boxes, some with games), including one
TV room. I was there on a cool morning, and few community members were
about. Most were men, mainly elderly, and they seemed to be in the middle of
a comfortable mid-morning snooze. The ones awake, as well as two women,
greeted me happily and chatted with me about the offerings and, in general
terms, about the collaboration with the puppeteers—one of many local art
groups and wellness groups that comes by and offers their services.
I left with only a superficial sense of it all, as I didn’t feel it would be ethical to
disturb people too much to find out more, drill down about working processes,
or just hang out like a barely embedded anthropologist. But I also got a friendly
vibe and a sense of how the interviewers likely went about their project.
The puppeteer organizers described their project’s intention as raising
awareness of a community that is often ostracized due to social stigma. I was
interested to see how storytelling and the different temporalities and affect
structures of mental health difference would leave traces in the modes of de-
livery, in the way a narrative gets told.
The performance that night in the Dreamland Theater had a large audience. I
had come with a group of friends: gender and disability scholars from local uni-
versities as well as local disability artists, many of whom have lived experiences
of mental health difference. Many of us expected what I would call the most
common experience of community theater: self-witnessing, fairly linear stories
of challenge and survival. Instead, what we experienced that night thoughtfully
engaged the multiplicity of storytelling and created other possibilities for the
telling of disabled lives, shifting environments and humanity into newly scaled
patterns and into new animacies.
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The third piece of the evening, “The Language of Time,” was the most sur-
real and experimental one, mixing the puppeteer’s aesthetic of Cthulhu-like
monsters with a crip time narrative of nonlinear sensory immediacy. Those two
complexes warrant unwrapping: Cthulhu and crip time.
Cthulhu is a cosmic monster created by U.S. writer H. P. Lovecraft and first
appeared in the short story “The Call of Cthulhu,” published in the American
pulp magazine Weird Tales in 1928. He is part of a strange cosmology, usu-
ally referred to as Mythos, in which ancient alien gods bring interdimensional
madness to Earth: humans are strangely drawn to this way out of human worlds
but go mad when they open up portals for Cthulhu.
Ever since Lovecraft first wrote about this entity, other authors and artists
have taken up Mythos figures—something about this particular flavor of specu-
lative nonhuman otherness has proven remarkably seductive over the years,
even though Lovecraft and many of his American Gothic stories are overtly
racist and sexist. But Lovecraft’s fear of otherness is so baroque and intense
that many people of color, women, and others who have experienced margin-
alization pick up figures of the Mythos and play with them: they are ripe for
reclamation (and also out of copyright).5
Even those who do not read much speculative fiction might, for instance,
be familiar with the storylines of Guillermo del Toro in films like Hellboy and
Pacific Rim, all founded in Lovecraftian Mythos. Richard Stanley’s Color out
of Space (2019) is a direct adaptation of one of Lovecraft’s short stories and
features the transformation of a rural locale into voracious and yet seductively
beautiful animal-plant-alien hybrids.
In Lovecraftian worlds, madness is not redemptive, nor does it offer new
insights into the here and now: the cosmic madness is not some romantic “mad-
ness as seer” thing. And yet, Cthulhu madness is a form of escape, a response
to the sudden opening of confining reality toward something else.6 In Mythos
stories, readers find dimensions that are overwhelming, fever or drug dreams,
grandiose and colorful, swirling and moving at interstellar speed.
Crip time, on the other hand, is a phenomenon originating from disability
culture.7 It emerged as a term in line with many other nonmodernist, nondomi-
nant forms of temporality.
In the crip time lineage I cite when tracking down a print origin, I source the
term to Anne McDonald, a nonspeaking disabled woman who used facilitated
communication (a communication board) to get out of a nursing home, eventu-
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ally earn a degree, and become a leading part of the Australian disability culture
scene. She writes about crip time (and I cite her at length here, as she is often
condemned to shorthand in the citational politics of academic literature—and
the very act of coming to the page is something to be honored):
This is a science fiction story all of its own and an affecting one: “Imagine a
world . . .” I imagine that those of you who have never read her work before
might gulp or have some other visceral response to this description of a life
world. McDonald’s words offer those of us not in her time signature a glimpse
of a different world. She uses science fiction imagery to imagine shifting her
environment to fit her embodiment: eco soma “slow rays.” She might shift our
world, beam us like a crip Doctor Who into new time-space continuums. “Slow
rays” do not really sound like “permission.” Instead, they offer narrative pos-
sibilities of violent transformation. Science fiction movies rarely use rays in
a consent-based environment. Rays also speak to radiation, creepingly slow
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Figure 18. A shadow puppet of a small figure with feminine clothing, multiple eyes, wild
hair, bifurcated hands and feet, held on a stick behind a puppet theater screen. I call her
the Little Cthulhu Girl. True Stories of 1 in 4 performance, Dreamland Theater, Ypsilanti,
Michigan, 2017. Photograph by the author.
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Figure 19. Two shadow puppets: one a (previously flying) pig, now safely inside the second
puppet, a starship with a small humanoid figure in an astronaut helmet. The two are
shipmates now and can safely escape. True Stories of 1 in 4 performance, Dreamland
Theater, Ypsilanti, Michigan, 2017. Photograph by the author.
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Figure 20. Puppet constructor Patrick Elkins, a White man with a long beard and a cap, smiles
as he shows a puppet—w ith long tentacles, multiple eyes, and a fanged laughing mouth—
holding a hammer on the stage action side of the projection screen. True Stories of 1 in 4
performance, Dreamland Theater, Ypsilanti, Michigan, 2017. Photograph by the author.
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Things threw shadows, and objects took on life: their own vibrant matter but
also the projections they reflected back. Papers cut intricately into shape inter-
acted with light and set off associations. Neurons fired. Coherences emerged,
nexuses of meaning, an escape narrative, a trajectory away from the certainties
of this world. There might be starships. There might be pig helpers. There might
be stars.
There are disabled people in (the) future(s). There are disabled people in
space.9 This is the delicious narrative I choose to take away from this show and
from this particular engagement of puppetry with disability. Cthulhu is up for
crip reclamation. In the weft spun in the Dreamland Theater as well as my own
Turtle Disco engagements with nonrealist embodiment and enmindment, dis-
ability becomes a motor. Disability culture ways of telling stories shift across
bodyminds toward objects and toward audiences, pushing, pulling, and ulti-
mately shifting disability’s significatory field. In these eco soma encounters, rela-
tions between worlds, time, and bodyminds shift and open up: art sends out rays.
I want to trace the slowness of this offering as a way into sense-sharing at
work in other contemporary speculative texts also concerned with centering
socially denigrated forms of embodiment by opening up new agencies in leaky,
contagiously swinging temporalities.
Let’s track how artists use fantasies of slowness and nonhuman time to open
into new worlds and into sensoria that are deliberately marked as nonordinary,
whether through bodily difference, drug use, environmental change, housed/
unhoused status, or animal/human crossings (or all of the above). The examples
I discuss in the next sections are a fifteen-minute dance film created by White
disabled dance artists from Portland, Oregon; a sci-fi poetic sequence by Korean
American poet Sueyuen Juliette Lee; and a discussion of Afrofuturist aesthet-
ics, Black Lives Matter, and a dance video set in the streets of San Francisco
with Deaf African American dancer Antoine Hunter. In these texts, engage-
ment bends into somatic configuration, and communication happens at the
level of strata, matter infiltrating bodyminds in temporal shifts.
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Figure 21. In this video still, three heads with shorn hair in white crumbly makeup, mouths
open, breathe or scream, full of intensity and need. A nose ring, teeth, cave mouths lined
in pink. Waking the Green Sound, 2015.
part of watching popular culture on screens: slow deep breaths often signify
deep emotional content in movies.
In dance studies, the term “kinesthetic empathy” has currency: the way that
audiences can feel an “alikeness” with moving others that can lead to physio-
logical and/or emotional atunement. That argument, based on the grounds of
physiological sameness, falls down for me as soon as I think about racist, able-
ist, misogynist, classist, or transphobic references in film and live performance:
it’s always been much too easy to discard empathy for bigotry.14 Still, dance
studies’ desire-line toward otherness swings in my witnessing of Arakelyan’s
breathing. Different fields touch, linked in the somatic act of taking breath,
making breath’s commonly unconscious presence experiential. This is an eco
soma moment for me: the ambivalent swing/distance that dance film offers to
me as a moving, feeling viewer, caught by rhythm but on the other side of a
screen, eyes lost in a two-dimensional representation.
The slow mesmerizing work of the video does not heal crip precarity.15 But
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that links the three figures. The careful reveal leads to connection: hands find-
ing one another and unusual finger alignments and ratios intertwining over the
sound of gongs and bells. We’re watching a ceremony, a ritual.
The three make tea, interdependently, ritualistically, and with joy. Three
pairs of hands work together to stuff leaves and flowers into the big yellow tea
pot. Eventually, the camera travels into the pot and cuts to a field of leaves. In
it lie the three dancers, shaved heads and girded bodies covered in dried white
clay. The surreal tea party shifts into hallucinatory territory as the small, white
figures clench and open, laugh and shiver. Temporal accelerations and surprise
cuts undermine a sense of embodied, co-breathing realism and highlight the
surreal qualities of these plant/human figures who appear with flower lips,
plants at the limits of ingestion, at the threshold.
Soma was such a threshold drink, a psychoactive substance described in the
“Indo-Ayran” (a complicated term I will come back to later) Rigveda, emerg-
ing out of the oral transmission of Vedic culture. According to Frits Staal,
professor of philosophy and South/Southeast Asian studies, and frequent com-
mentator on Vedic rituals from the West, “soma” referred to the godhead, the
plant from which the drink was made, and the drink itself; and the ingestion
of soma seemed to offer linkages to all three of these entities (2001): god, plant,
fluid. The status and uses of the magical drink “soma” have been discussed ex-
tensively among Vedic scholars and in the English literature on texts such as the
Bhagavad Gita. My library research on the topic brought me down many ethno-
botanical paths, including discussions of which ficus trees give their seeds
for the drink (Kashikar 1986); whether it was millet, Eleusine coracana, ragi,
or the brilliant red fly-agaric mushroom, also linked to Siberian shamanism
(in the influential Soma: Divine Mushroom of Immortality, Wasson 1968); and
what the status of the word “milk” is in the context of soma. Soma reading
leads me to longevity research, altered-state research, as well as deep into the
exegesis of texts of religious ritual. Every time I have given a talk on Eco Soma,
someone in the audience approaches me afterward and asks about the hallu-
cinogenic, life-giving mythical drink: there’s still quite a subculture out there,
and the term “soma” links us bodymindspirit explorers.
The hippie story of cross-cultural imbibing is central to many lineages of per-
formance. For instance, French performance visionary “Papa” Antonin Artaud
is a touchstone for many performance artists like me. He lived through excru-
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ciating asylum experiences and yet was also a free, privileged, grant-sponsored
European traveler to Mexico. While in Mexico, Artaud withdrew from heroin,
certainly a terrible experience. However, he got to know peyote and participated
in Tarahumara rituals, setting the stage for many future performance-art trav-
elers, searching for and finding art in psychoactive ritual.
But the story of soma, when tracked through the archive, also leads down
another route into a deep maelstrom of cross-cultural violence. In an essay
published in 1920 in the journal of the Royal Asiatic Society of Great Britain and
Ireland, E. B. Havell, Julius Eggeling, and Max Mueller discuss the soma plant
as it appears in descriptions of Vedic rituals (Havell 1920).
Mueller’s name is probably the most famous here. This German-born but
British-based “orientalist” offered the first coinage of the term “Aryan race”
in the English language in 1861 (Lectures on the Science of Language). French
aristocrat Joseph Arthur de Gobineau used the word in his efforts to legiti-
mize racism: he saw the “Aryan race” as superior.16 Mueller, in turn, strongly
protested the conflation of the sciences of language and of “man” in resonant
images: “It would be as wrong to speak of Aryan blood as of dolichocephalic
grammar” ([1888] 2004, 120). And yet, the “science” of skull measuring, which
gave us terms like “dolichocephalic” (long skulled) deeply influenced theories
of intelligence, culture making, and language acquisition; racism’s intertwined
heritages and co-constitution with disability, sex, class, and gender move into
view again.17
Eventually, as I flip forward in time, and stay with the exploration of soma
ritual, I come across people like Chintaman Ganesh Kashikar (1986, on soma
drink and the ruling classes), another eminent researcher of Vedic ritual and
traditional Pandit who taught in Pune and who also edited a Rigveda edition
(called the Poona edition) that improved on the one edited by (again) Max
Mueller: indications that the orientalist and colonial frameworks of who gets
to construct knowledges begin to show holes (Bahulkar and Bahulkar 2003).
Time to breathe. Soma (the drink) and breathing are closely linked in the
scholarly discussion of Vedic ritual:
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The inhaling and exhaling that accompanies the giant opera or breathing
exercise of a Soma ritual is one of the features that helps explain how a
psychoactive substance can become a ritual. (Staal 1988, 2001, 754)
It is easy to see how Waking the Green Sound relates to this image complex:
breath, ingestion, psychoactive substances, painkillers—but as I spin this list,
I am getting further and further away from the actual film, I am caught in my
own phenomenological horizon space that can be dominated by the presence
of pain and by the joy of not being in pain. But there is more to come back to
in the film itself.
The film is full of nonrealist, nonconsensus time cuts as examples of crip
time, of alternative temporal patterning. There are the slowed-down meditative
movements often associated with Butoh, as well as the sped-up movements so
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often associated with drug dreams, all within a soundtrack that samples the
whoosh of the ventilator, binding breath back into rhythm.
In the dance/dream, the clay-covered figures begin to peel, their skin now
visually akin to the trees they wind around. Again, my pain body reads these
images in the context of pain, and I think of aspirin, a substance found in tree
bark familiar as a healing plant to many peoples across the globe.
Small and only partially controlled feet and hands shift against bark as I
see one of the figures up in a tree. Leaves, bark, lichen, clay, skin: the bound
aries become unclear. I am in the realm of Donna Haraway’s a-k in, tech
humannatureculture, biomerging with the slow-moving camera and the waves
of cuts.18
This dance video is a form of hypnosis, offering a view of crip time’s differ-
ence that asks for attention and the consciousness of breath, the nongiven-ness
of grasping toes and fingers. Toward death and toward life, Butoh’s precar-
ity is in the weight of its heightened sensory experience, made experiential in
the temporality of this slow unfolding. Breath is visible, flaring, staccato in the
rhythm of the film’s cut.
The sun goes down on one performer, and alights on another one, shivering
in the aspen-shake of sun leaves on her face, a sped-up camera jittering us into
an awareness of duration. She uncovers an old turtle shell, and climbs into it,
merging her body into another species’ remnant.
Here is another aspect of Waking the Green Sound that offers a shared
cultural/phenomenological horizon space: human/animal/plant hybrids as
sources of horror material. The aesthetic of the Green Sound never lets the
images slide into horror, but the image-complexes certainly have currency in
horror movies: people whose movements are slowed or sped up (think Ringu,
or, in the English version, The Ring), animal-humans (think The Island of Dr.
Moreau, an archetypal horror movie involving disability and body modifica-
tion), plant-humans (think The Body Snatchers and its multiple remakes, or The
Girl with All the Gifts19), trans as a bodily concept (think Silence of the Lambs),
and, of course, people with physical or psychiatric disabilities (this basically
encompasses the entire history of Western horror movies, from the ambiva-
lently fun Freaks via Psycho to any baddie in a wheelchair ever).
In the film, three small humanoids with turtle shells on their backs crawl
toward a magic door, a golden portal, held close by the bone-whiteness of an
antler. Inside, incense burns, its smoke filling the air; music drones; everything
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Figure 23. In this video still, one of the dancers sits with a turtle shell on her head, golden
cloth wrapped around her, on her red plush throne amid lights and organic materials that
remind me of mushrooms, in a templelike setting. See Waking the Green Sound (2015).
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look like they were harmed in making the video, although some plant leaves
have been shredded for tea steeping. So I asked, and I received this answer, full
of crip love and tenderness, mutual caretaking, interdependency, and intimacy.
The shooting location was on Cowlitz peoples’ territory, and
was the backyard of the wobbly house, our house, and that was the magic
of it, to get as close as we could, as intimate as we could, with the nature
that was very near. Those 100 year old fruit trees are on our property, the
temple was our shed repainted and laid with an altar for that scene. Chain
link fence was disguised with miles of amaranth stalks collected and con-
tributed by friends and late summer leaves covered the tatami mats we lay
on. (personal communication, July 2020)
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these are all ways in which pain and pleasure find openings and release. I write
here as someone who vibrates in sympathy, in disability culture ways, and in
access intimacy, with Wobbly Dance’s approach to their home forest ritual.
Video acts as a memory machine, but it also offers momentary points of
approach before denying similarity, enacting narratives that do not speak of
familiarity but insist on difference, on what is not known. My body neither looks
nor moves this way, my neck does not flare this way when I breathe, but there
is a base structure that translates across the screen, when I watch, and when I
co-breathe, for fifteen minutes, halting my day’s speed to be seduced by color,
shape, and moving form.
The interplay of drugs, diffusion, and substances offer a quasi-ecstatic field
here, a softness of release. Disabled dancers, usually so constrained by medical
realities and by projections of helplessness that need to be protested against
through super-crip competence, may loosen the bounds of control. They can
perform with abandon, at least in the carefully controlled environment of a
video shoot.
But as a disabled person living with an awareness of my social surround-
ings, I can’t just release myself to the fantasy. This fantasy still remains an-
chored in the complexities of drug release, racialization, and drug criminal-
ization: who has access to legal drugs and who does not; what is at stake in
having drugs, prison pipelines and supply chains, opioid crises; and the denial
of painkillers to people whose lives are unthinkable without them. At different
moments, in different ways, speculative embodiment snaps in and out of focus
and inserts precarity and suffering into any sense of White abandon. There is
something impossible here. Suffering swings in my reception of this strange,
guarded dream.
Suffering and mourning: this is a nexus of thought in much eco-arts work. In
Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer (Potawatomi), an influential popu-
lar ethnobotanist, aligns with equally influential White writer, Joanna Macy,
when the former argues that:
until we can grieve for our planet, we cannot love it—grieving is a sign of
spiritual health. But it is not enough to weep for our lost landscapes; we
have to put our hands in the earth to make ourselves whole again. Even a
wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us
moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. (2013, 327)
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In Waking the Green Sound, hands are in the earth. Wounds and scars are on
display. Necks flare, struggling for breath. The trees in the film do not show
their wounds, but most viewers will be familiar with the dried-up husks of trees
where the water table has receded too much, or with the changes in habitat,
insect-load, and tree illnesses that are affecting more and more tree stands.
But in my writing about the film here, other wound-complexes also align. I
think of historical wounds of war and genocide, where human histories pres-
sure any readings of trees and human in alignment. The Nazis were expert
at mining cultural mythology for a new philosophy of earth/human engage-
ment, articulated via the old German oak, via “Indo-Aryan” claims of Sanskrit
ancestry for White Germanic racial purity and via rituals in forests. So when
I write about these images on the video screen with so much love, and even
when I engage myself in tree dancing, my skin in touch with bark and leaf, these
other histories of my lineage shiver through me. The dancers in Waking the
Green Sound might well have been gassed by Nazis, for crip and queer reasons,
had they been born at that time (a different place might not have saved them:
a birth in the United States might have also led to death within the eugenics
movement, “the American Science”). Empathy and identification draw fragile
alliances. Their contours change quickly: who is in, and who is out, can shift
over the course of a few years. Phenomenologically, I am never “just body,” never
without the entwinement of eco soma engagement with the world as a cultural,
historical, material, and spiritual entity.
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American poet Sueyeun Juliette Lee engages light as a mode of emphatic en-
gagement, a transfusion of human words and stellar time, articulated through
the decay procedures with which sunspot eruptions operate on language. In the
development of the poetry sequence “Solar Maximum” (2015) the somatic, the
experience of embodiment, is the substrate to meaning, the base from which
impact is measured. Here in Figure 24 is a double spread from Solar Maximum.
Look over this page, the last one from the long poem: let your eyes travel,
track your eye movements—the subtle play of muscles deep inside your eye
sockets—feel the jumps. What does witnessing the blank spaces feel like?
Rhythmicity and its syncopation, weakening strong beats and offering
weaker ones to come to the fore in new alignments, are at the heart of much
Afrofuturist musical work.21 These temporal shifts of syncopathic openings, of
matter burned out, away, holes in wholes, a contagion of rhythm and influence,
are at work in Lee’s oeuvre. The formal experimentation holds a lineage with
works like M. NourbeSe Philip’s Zong! (2008), which uses textual procedures
to witness the death of African slaves thrown off ships in the middle passage.
Philip repurposes legal language, the eighteenth-century British legal case ex-
amining the slave-trading ship holder’s culpabilities, and explodes it, fragments
it, radiates it to smear across history. Water dilutes into its component parts,
syllables, and letters, left behind on a white field. Philip illuminates racial atroc-
ity in the past, contaminating the present, making nonpoetic texts speak differ-
ently in difficult articulation. Philip refuses to use the language of oppression
to speak to the White market: she decomposes it instead, pointing out holes.
Holes are the connection I am drawing here, recycling material to thin it,
to let it shine through to other eras and other imaginations, like some of the
slow play in Turtle Disco or Lovecraftian flights. Lee uses palimpsests for her
purposes, engaging with burned-away records. Lee casts into the future and
witnesses the effect of light on human bodies, mashing scientific texts into
their constituent parts. These texts become marks, akin to the shadow a hand
throws on a wall (in one of the photos woven through the text, an image from
the Egyptian Western Desert). There are exploded source texts from radiation
cancer treatments, material from NASA publications, and information from
the Cryonics Institute.
The poet’s long poem “Solar Maximum” (the title sequence in Solar
Maximum [2015]) combines visuals and found text, both scientific and mytho-
logical, with a more narratively oriented voice.22 It begins in narrative time,
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Figure 24. Sueyeun Juliette Lee, Solar Maximum, 2015. Hand double spread (100–101,
106–107). Fragments of writing strewn across the pages, highlighting absences. An image
of a hand—it looks to me like a shadow, but the poet’s notes identify the hand as “Painting
of hands, Foggini-Mesticawi Cave, Glif Kebir, Western Desert, Egypt,” Roland Unger,
March 11, 2011.
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with a stable “I” that charts causes and effects in temporal order, in a sentence
arranged in a prose poem. This block of prose content speaks to infiltration and
precarity: “My skin crawls at odd hours of the day, a residual effect of my recent
/ radiation therapies, how they inadvertently synched me to coronal/flares” (73).
The reader finds out that the sun eruptions cause scar responses in the sub-
ject’s skin. The light conditions are not easily discernable and do not align with
human perceptions of brightness or cloudy sky: “One can’t choose the mood /
that gathers, the body’s response” (73). Unpredictability is part of the pattern
emerging in this endtime poem, in which personal dissolution and dystopic
radiation death of the planet align with mythological texts of Gilgamesh and
a sheltering raven, who offers solace: “When she rests / she stretches out her
wings, and the entire earth cools beneath her subtle / breeze” (79). Light af-
fects memory and creates photographs, the screens that humans populate with
dead ones, loved ones, near ones. When light eviscerates matter, holes appear in
memory, skin, and cancer cells. Atom bombs explode. Sunlight sears. Nuclear
proliferation, environmental degradation, the inexorable nonanthropocentric
actions of the distant sun: hybridity bleeds into a story that sits between U.S.
and Asian relations, between individual cancerous bodies and the hygiene of
“nations.” Cause and effect become unclear, and the narrating subject can en-
gage in narrative magic tricks and tell us of endless money and papers and
phantom glass shards falling from her shaking hands, all while bankers use
“iridium-plated bones” to forecast the stock market (97). Eventually, repeatedly,
“the entire world condenses into a magma skitter” (91) and language appears
holey on the page, white space infiltrating sentences and lopping off endings.
“The body quenches into ore” (105): reading this, I am back at the extraction
narratives, the golden shirt, in the first chapter, back at the senses of unequal
distribution of risk, mining work, but also at the site of the apocalypse, of heat
death. The preciousness of sensation sears off the poem’s surfaces, glittering
shards that make unclear location, radiating origin and lanced destiny. The
poem calls to Shamash, an Akkadian solar deity, with exhortations of protec-
tion, with the desire for sheltering narrative and temporal abeyance.
Throughout the poetic sequence, humans and elements bind together, estab-
lish co-living/dying, in penetration, proliferation, holiness, and holes. Disasso-
ciation and noninfluence are as present as their other. One of the images strewn
through the sequence is a close-up of brain tissue, of capillaries, that supply
brain tissue with nutrients. “Tight seals in their walls keep blood toxins—and
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many beneficial drugs—out of the brain.”23 In all this, bodies are shining things
and are shone upon; they are connecting mechanisms in a world that heats
and/or cools toward disconnect: “body = filament/body = a wick, halted” (75).
To read Solar Maximum and its interplay of narrative, repurposed scientific
language, images, and exhortations connects the act of reading to many other
speculative and fabulist universes. Genre reading is contaminated reading, full
of leaky borders and proliferating similarities. Reading along, I can see the con-
nections to so many of the lowbrow adventure science thrillers I enjoy and
the study of which was a central part of my feminist critical training.24 One of
these novels, Deep Fathom (2001), White U.S. author James Rollins’s rollicking
story of the sunken continent Atlantis, also twists around light, sunspots, and
light’s material ability to bore holes, explode the world, and twist time. The story
centers on an unknown element at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, complete
with a tense description of presidential war-mongering and atomic war with
China (which weirdly turns out to be an alternative history narrative, reset into
the historical sequence of uneasy contemporary peace through a mysterious
light-and time-bending crystal pillar).
I read Deep Fathom and Solar Maximum simultaneously, by chance, and
was struck by the thematic similarities and the different aesthetic strategies at
work. There are clear similarities: both works lean into global space, adventure,
and experimental narratives with different aims and effects, centering West-
ern science and yet opening up avenues for non-Western knowledges to im-
pact and shift the monolithic nature of colonial knowledge patterns. Gendered
patterns arise, too: Rollins’s work features a strong White Canadian woman
heroine sidekicked by a Chinese woman scientist with a good sense of humor;
yet the undisputable hero is a White American ex–Navy SEAL, a man of hard
body and mind. Lee’s book is a world of “she,” with female others encountered
and addressed.
Science fiction poetry is not a well-known subgenre of experimental writ-
ing.25 But Lee sees her work in the heritage of the speculative, of science fiction.
She writes in the notes to her collection:
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a time earned Black Lives Matter critiques in the wider Black liberation com-
munity. Yet, they successfully galvanized and channeled a critical engagement
with the precarity of Black lives under White supremacy.28
The intertwining of rays and lives, (social) media, the influence between
screens and streets, and matters of life and death will guide me through the
remainder of this chapter. In serious play on an eco soma method of change:
how do I/you/we think about bodily stepping toward otherness, becoming im-
plicated, without just “placing the self in (the other’s) stead” (Hartman 1997)?
Multiple authors in the ever-expanding critical engagement with affect
theory have noted the use of affect as infiltration rather than a motor for
identification (see, for instance, Deleuze and Guattari 1987, Goldie 2000,
Brennan 2004, Ahmed 2010). In these pages I track this form of contagious
touch through the interaction of screen-and street-based activism. The two
are different kinds of performance tactics, but both are designed to elicit the
impersonal and automatic forms of reactions (not identifications) associated
with affect transmission. Energy gets amassed. Things, stories, feelings roll.
Magnetic swings draw eyes to the screen or make one feel something in one’s
chest. Interactions between the affective contagious regimes of social media
and the physical acts of movement are at the heart of this section, where people
take up gestures by dead others, an eco soma practicing of chosen lineage. These
gestures become artful eco soma political actions toward future life on shared
horizons but without collapsing other into self.
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In the church, chosen before the national events overtook us, we were on the
edges of public and private space, with shushed instructions, undisturbed writ-
ing space, occasional worshippers sitting in the penumbra of our actions, and
the ethical challenge to us to respect the sacred site and come to expression.
On this day, in the aftermath of the news and the ongoing social media reac-
tion, we created Augusto Boal’s Theater of the Oppressed sculptures in front
of the altar, witnessing where we were at after the previous night’s news. Some
among us, mainly students of color, created sculptures of fear and pain, shar-
ing with White students how dangerous the world felt to them. At one point,
a student held another in a form of pieta, a mother cradling her slain child.
Others used hand gestures with extended fingers to symbolize guns—a move
that some in the group then commented on, linking the easy availability of
gun symbols to the ubiquity of guns in the country. At another point, students
protected one another with bodies extended outward like battle shields.
In our sculpture work, we used text, moving from silence to sound, quietly
reciting Audre Lorde’s “Power,” a poem commemorating ten-year-old Clifford
Glover’s murder in 1973. The poem narrates the child’s murder and offers im-
ages of the policeman who “stood over the boy with his cop shoes in childish
blood/ and a voice said ‘Die you little motherfucker.’” The poem takes us to the
trial, where the policeman says, “I didn’t notice the size nor nothing else/only
the color” (Lorde 1975).
We used our bodies to contaminate ourselves with violence, to touch and
be touched by others, to invite something of a mother’s pain, a policeman’s fear
of Blackness, or a child’s last breath. We did not exactly “act out” being these
people but instead we invited incursion, a point of engagement and interpene-
tration without full identification. The work felt dangerous, at times appropria-
tive, but the students and I had an open discussion of what we might want to
do to mark this historical moment, and upon group agreement we went with it
(but acknowledged the dangers of pain glorification and appropriation). The day
demanded a loosening of boundaries between students and teachers, between
personal experience and what we read, heard, or viewed out there, between
one’s personal biography and the wider operations of White supremacy.
A performance studies essay by Anusha Kedhar fueled our preparations
that day. Many performance scholars used this widely circulated essay to center
Black voices in commentary on the public scene. This blog post came out in
October 2014, as a much-cited emergency write-up in the blogosphere, offering
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talking points in the immediate aftermath of Black people being killed. Kedhar
offered an analysis of the well-known “hands up, don’t shoot” gestural sign of
protest around the world. The gesture and the words accompanying it were used
in the aftermath of the Michael Brown killing by protesters approaching armed
police with their hands up repeating these words. In many protests around the
United States and beyond, this physical/verbal sign became a signature of a
particular moment in race relations. At one point, the Black liberation activist
Reverend Al Sharpton described the sign in this way, encouraging protesters:
If you’re angry, throw your arms up. If you want justice, throw your arms
up. Because that’s the sign Michael was using. He had a surrender sign.
That’s the sign you have to deal with. Use the sign he last showed. We want
answers why that last sign was not respected. (Pearce 2014)
Michael Brown’s death “indexes the failure of this bodily vernacular when
performed by a black body, a killable body . . . Blackness becomes the break
in this global bodily vernacular, the error that makes this bodily action
illegible, the disposability that renders the gesture irrelevant. [It is read as]
always already threatening, even when that movement says, ‘I surrender.’”
In short, blackness is what lays bare the limits of this kinesthetic sign, what
turns this universal gesture of submission into a gesture of guilt, criminal-
ity, and culpability. (2014)
The code cracks under the weight of the alternative recognition system called
racism: under racism, a fairly familiar human gesture, hands up and palms
out, no threat, becomes illegible, as the recognition of this system is just about
Blackness equated with threat. The bracketing off into the [nonhuman] inserts
an illegibility into the communication machine.
Kedhar offers a range of other reading strategies of the choreographic, em-
bodied sign of “hands-up.” One of those is informed by performance scholar
André Lepecki’s analysis of choreopolitics. Kedhar writes:
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crown of her head to the heels of her feet. She is only protected by the force
of her own personal power. (Jami West, cited in Bogart 2016)
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danger, including her posture, location, and dress, choices that spoke to the
heightened nature of an occasion that demanded recognition of the escalation
of racial tension and supremacist governance.
I make a choice to understand this political gesture in the street as a gen-
dered and powerful act of Afrofuturist activity, emerging from the poise and
dress choices Evans made, which align with Kimberly Nichelle Brown’s argu-
ment that “contemporary African American female writing is a product of
choice, of agency, rather than solely a reaction to victimization” (2010, 64).
Afrofuturist Nalo Hopkinson defines Afrofuturist science fiction as “litera-
tures that explore the fact that we are tool-makers and users, and are always
changing our environments” (Nelson 2002, 98; interview). In the time-slice of-
fered by Bachman’s photo, we see Ieshia Evans explore everyday tools (of dress,
habitus, and spatial orientation) to comment on the need for change and to drop
our armors and arms, even in the midst of precarious living. In the choreo
politics of this image, “Black women and girls are in the present and can and do
signify (on) the future” (Morris 2012, 162). And then their expressions of agency
can become a different kind of visual/literary/cultural bodymind politics, one
that flows across the globe.
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Since her father’s July 17 death, Erica Garner has held twice-a-week “die
ins” on the Bay St. sidewalk in Tompkinsville.
“I feel the love and energy from around the world, but on Staten Island
it’s been emotionless,” the 24-year-old told the Daily News after Thursday’s
regular demonstration in front of a beauty supply store where cops con-
fronted her father.
“I felt his spirit when I was walking down to the spot,” she said. “I’ve
been doing this every Tuesday and Thursday since my father’s death. I do
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it without cameras there. I do it with cameras there, and I’m going to keep
doing it.” (Friedman, Parascandola, and Hutchinson 2014)
As she said, some of these actions happened without cameras, many with them.
Private mourning rituals intersected with public actions, activating audiences
like my students in the “Space and Site” class. In the field of social media, some
audiences responded, co-felt, enacted, embraced the recognizability and relat-
ability of her bodily actions; others were unmoved, even hostile (and I refrain
from citing some of the hateful responses to Erica Garner’s death, which link
racialization and disability discourses in utterly predictable and painful ways).
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Figure 25. In this video still, a dancer descends into a subway station, his arm swing
witnessed by a young woman with a headscarf. Behind him, an elder also descends. Make
Me Wanna Holler (United States, 2018), directed by Erica Eng, choreographed by Dawn
James and Antoine Hunter, performed by Antoine Hunter.
A Black woman and an Asian woman look at him, offering a non-W hite-centric
perspective on public life.
Visual rhythms abound throughout the video: the pattern of the escalator
versus the still stairs, people walking fast against Hunter’s slow tempo, the vi-
sual patterns of skyscrapers and neoclassical facades against the grid of power-
lines overhead. Soon, the music starts, and beats syncopate against the visual
rhythms. Hunter keeps looking around himself, observing a hectic world that
moves at a faster pace than his own speed. At one point, he lies down in the
street, in the position familiar to many homeless people—head on his folded
hands and coat, a soda cup in front of him to collect money. He looks at the
camera, which is at ground level with him. Does the camera placement alleviate
a sense of distance, of voyeurism?
The dominant feature of the film is temporality, and the difference in time
signature between Hunter and the rest of heaving San Francisco. He is con-
trolled in the way a dancer can be both quiet and radiating with energy. When
he explodes into wide, spiral movement, Hunter’s expressive face speaks of
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Figure 26. In this video still, a dancer lies on the pavement, tucked against the walls of a
building. In front of him is a paper soda cup. Make Me Wanna Holler (2018).
frustration. And at one point, his arms are spread wide, and his hands gesture
toward his chest in what I read as a “this is me” gesture.
Shared humanity is at stake, across slowed movements, different rhythms,
against Marvin Gaye’s “Inner City Blues.” The context of the song is exploita-
tion: the visual rhythms speak to finance, commerce, inhuman temporalities
of rushing and narrowing (see Plate 15). “Rockets, moon shots, spend it on the
have-not’s / Money, we make it, before we see it, you take it / Oh, make you want
to holler . . . No, no baby, this ain’t living.”
In the context of my eco soma thoughts, I see this dance video as a rhyth-
mic exhortation to slow down, spend time, breathe, see co-humans, as well as
other living creatures, like a flock of pigeons that take flight against Hunter’s
movement arc. I read the movie from the perspective of a racialized disability
critique, a notion of Deaf Gain (Bauman and Murray 2014),32 of adding what is
missing, what is lost, and what needs to be excavated beneath the monetized
cityscape.
This dance video is a form of hypnosis, offering a view of crip time’s differ-
ence that asks for attention and the consciousness of breath. I read it in relation
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Where’s swing come from? What drive? My People: the rhythm of this
performance, a resistance to the question that is erotic. Yet he was black,
he did have and was in a band, inside the band that invaginatively envelops
him, his comping marking that rhythmic disruption that animates swing,
out of which swing emerges, before meaning. (2003, 27)
Rockets and moon shots, animated by swinging arms: Hunter’s aliveness is not
contained in any one trajectory, either, in his dance video, in the production
framework of shots selected, honed, caressed.
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Crip time is not just about slowing rays; it is also about altering temporal
perceptions, creating a caesura in rhythmic patterns, inserting a difference, a
wing’s stroke, with a new beat.
Breath is rhythm, repetition, an openness to somatic influence, and a con-
nectedness to the world. Social media imagery and video material can influence
these rhythms and alert audiences to aliveness (even as it can also reinforce
fungibility and toward-death-ness in the endless circulation of gasping dying
humans). Rhythmicity and its syncopation, weakening strong beats, and offer-
ing weaker ones to come to the fore in new alignments are central to theoretical
framings that seek ways forward (and outward) for Black people living within
White supremacy. Rhythm and its contagious quality, in the form of attention
to lived temporalities, have also become central to the ongoing articulations
of crip time in disability studies. Crip futures align with Afrofuturist heritages
through an emphasis on being around, on being alive in the future, and not
being biopoliticked to death. Aimee Meredith Cox writes the following in her
ethnographic work with a young Black women’s dance group in Detroit:
They worked through and beyond the space of empathy to do the shape-
shifting political work of creating spaces to challenge [their limited and
conditional citizenship] and imagine more life-affirming possibilities.
(2015, 232)
Moving out from reference fields of deathliness toward life needs to be central
to an ethics of interracial criticism. There are futures here to be shaped by Black
girls, racialized people, and Deaf people—not just felt in other bodies.
In this last section of chapter 4, I investigated performance responses to
killings of Black people and Black precarity. They reached their participants
and audiences in class inside a church, on the street, and through social media.
I witnessed performances that relied on slowed rhythms, the labor of breath,
and the out-of-time-ness of homelessness. These actions intertwine with the
escape trajectories and alien alivenesses with which I opened the chapter: eco
soma imaginations that see new futures in crip time, with pain, sadness, anger,
and joy, in layered sensings, in holes, in wholes.
All these actions vibrate: fields-in-touch that transmit aliveness into the fu-
ture, the next beat, the next breath. My hope is that your body and mine are on
the line here, too, in an eco soma assemblage: history, narrative, pain, inclusion
and exclusion, theorized at the level of skin and breath.
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