Meet Animal Meat - Antennae The Journal of Nature in Visual Culture
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energy and sensual and political potential.<br />
Bataille’s characters’ plurality <strong>of</strong> impulses mirror<br />
Picasso’s figures. <strong>The</strong>ir “brutal frenzy” and<br />
surrender to the “lewd” confirms who I am, who I<br />
have always been. Bellmer's displaced body parts<br />
“as materialization <strong>of</strong> hysterical conversion<br />
symptoms”(18) formed his commitment to m<strong>in</strong>dbody<br />
relations. <strong>The</strong> lush, precise excesses and the<br />
fertility <strong>of</strong> chaos <strong>in</strong> Bellmer, Picasso, and Bataille<br />
spawn an economy <strong>of</strong> over-abundance, an<br />
erotics <strong>of</strong> the uncanny, digest<strong>in</strong>g the stranger<br />
with<strong>in</strong>.<br />
Soon after I first visited Le Musee Picasso, I<br />
saw my first Japanese Butoh dance performance.<br />
I understood the outrageousness <strong>of</strong> Butoh, like the<br />
erotic, as a key to exam<strong>in</strong>e the unconscious m<strong>in</strong>d<br />
by plung<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to our carnal nature that is <strong>of</strong>ten<br />
prohibited and suppressed under both Western<br />
and Eastern social norms. Butoh asks, “What does<br />
it mean to be <strong>in</strong>carnate on earth?” Butoh is not<br />
only performance, but also the embodiment <strong>of</strong><br />
one <strong>of</strong> the most precise critical political actions <strong>in</strong><br />
the history <strong>of</strong> consciousness <strong>of</strong> the body.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> dance evokes images <strong>of</strong><br />
decay, <strong>of</strong> fear and<br />
desparation, images <strong>of</strong><br />
eroticism, ecstasy and<br />
stillness...the essence <strong>of</strong> butoh<br />
lies <strong>in</strong> the mechanism through<br />
which the dancers stops be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
himself and becomes<br />
someone or someth<strong>in</strong>g<br />
else...Perhaps this enables us to<br />
br<strong>in</strong>g our bodies back to their<br />
orig<strong>in</strong>al state and reconcile us<br />
with ourselves and with the<br />
world around us. <strong>The</strong> more you<br />
adhere to the details <strong>of</strong> the<br />
body, the more they expand to<br />
a cosmological scale. When<br />
you cont<strong>in</strong>ue that process, the<br />
purity <strong>of</strong> the body is <strong>in</strong>credibly<br />
ref<strong>in</strong>ed” (Ashikawa Yôko quoted<br />
<strong>in</strong> Kurihara 1997, 159).<br />
Immediately follow<strong>in</strong>g my first photo session <strong>in</strong> the<br />
woods with the cicadas and my naked pokeberry<br />
juice covered friend, my sk<strong>in</strong> erupts with some<br />
k<strong>in</strong>d <strong>of</strong> itchy, pusy, peculiar allergic reaction. <strong>The</strong><br />
more I look like I have been <strong>in</strong>fested with flesheat<strong>in</strong>g<br />
parasites, the more I cannot resist<br />
photograph<strong>in</strong>g my body's newly acquired<br />
monstrosities. My <strong>in</strong>itial sk<strong>in</strong> affliction <strong>in</strong>cludes an<br />
enormous amber pustule, the size <strong>of</strong> a 50-cent<br />
piece, which grew <strong>in</strong> the middle <strong>of</strong> my left sh<strong>in</strong>.<br />
As it cont<strong>in</strong>ues to swell, I feel the <strong>in</strong>fection eat<strong>in</strong>g<br />
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<strong>in</strong>to my tibia; my ach<strong>in</strong>g leg bone awakens me <strong>in</strong><br />
the middle <strong>of</strong> the night. I am becom<strong>in</strong>g rotten<br />
flesh. Although I am conv<strong>in</strong>ced I have gangrene,<br />
I feel compelled to photograph my own decay.<br />
<strong>The</strong> more the <strong>in</strong>side oozes to the outside, the<br />
better the photographs. This collaboration<br />
between my m<strong>in</strong>d and body has served as a<br />
perverse, demand<strong>in</strong>g gift, provok<strong>in</strong>g me to<br />
photograph myself. For the past 20 years, my<br />
body has supplied me with <strong>in</strong>explicable sk<strong>in</strong><br />
afflictions that have become central to my<br />
photographic material. I am both horrified and<br />
thrilled.<br />
Wounds (not self-<strong>in</strong>flicted, that would be<br />
much too easy!—aga<strong>in</strong>, I must emphasize the<br />
<strong>in</strong>explicable, the <strong>in</strong>effable, the undecidable, the<br />
unknowable) are a direct passage between the<br />
concealed and the revealed, a dynamic tension<br />
between the public and the private. Wounds ooze<br />
the uncanny (ultimate uncerta<strong>in</strong>ty). I construct my<br />
images as I imag<strong>in</strong>e Kafka must have lived his<br />
writ<strong>in</strong>g: an <strong>in</strong>herent openness to others, a “wound<br />
beauty,” a vulnerability that allows space for the<br />
capacity <strong>of</strong> be<strong>in</strong>g wounded—<strong>of</strong> be<strong>in</strong>g receptive,<br />
fully alive. <strong>The</strong> wound is both/and. It <strong>in</strong>habits the<br />
dream-logic <strong>of</strong> the monstrous, the abject.<br />
Wounds produce <strong>in</strong>tersections <strong>of</strong> possibility<br />
(Kristeva's carrefours [8] ). <strong>The</strong>y embody erotic<br />
politics— flechten: an <strong>in</strong>terweav<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> everyth<strong>in</strong>g<br />
with<strong>in</strong> everyth<strong>in</strong>g. Wounds convey a<br />
circumlocution, a radical metaphoricity, a<br />
Gordian knot. Wounds, like animals, exist <strong>in</strong> a<br />
language that is not clear-cut, not<br />
comprehensible, conta<strong>in</strong>able—they seep, they<br />
demand attention. In Kafka's writ<strong>in</strong>g, wound<strong>in</strong>g is<br />
wholly different from cutt<strong>in</strong>g. Wound<strong>in</strong>g enlivens,<br />
it bursts forth, re-vivify<strong>in</strong>g—rem<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g us that life is<br />
<strong>in</strong> constant flux, always gap<strong>in</strong>g, <strong>in</strong>complete; while<br />
cutt<strong>in</strong>g lives <strong>in</strong> the prison <strong>of</strong> conceptual language.<br />
It simplifies, categorizes, judges, reduces, arrives<br />
at a decision along a predeterm<strong>in</strong>ed path. On<br />
the other hand, “<strong>The</strong> writer is a wound that<br />
wounds”(Fred Ulfers on Kafka, NYU, 2008). When<br />
we de-cide, when we uphold the tyrannical<br />
standards <strong>of</strong> a language <strong>of</strong> conceptual<br />
understand<strong>in</strong>g, the illusion <strong>of</strong> truth. Inherently<br />
lead<strong>in</strong>g to judgment, we cut <strong>of</strong>f other possibilities,<br />
we shut down the fertile lim<strong>in</strong>al zone <strong>of</strong><br />
undecidability.<br />
Undecidability, like artifactuality [9], <strong>in</strong>habits<br />
the potential life-affirm<strong>in</strong>g shift from “seriousness to<br />
play.” J. G. Ballard conjures the writer as an active<br />
dreamer, what I see as a playful prosthetic<br />
donor: "<strong>The</strong> fiction is already here, and the role <strong>of</strong><br />
the writer is to <strong>in</strong>vent the reality." <strong>The</strong> wound<br />
embodies the art <strong>of</strong> the allusive. <strong>The</strong> writ<strong>in</strong>gs <strong>of</strong><br />
Brazilian Jewish novelist Clarice Lispector exemplify