In order to say something a whole apparatus is necessary
(larynx, vocal chords, mouth, teeth, tongue, and words)

~ Hélène Cixous

lying there no
longer allowing us to lie
to lay down in our easy thoughts
to think easy, to think that living
necessarily entails rising

or speaking

not that we need to hear a peep
to know what you be saying, calling out
bring come here, that most
wonderful of phrases you coined
capturing visions of excess

for which life should entail
and despite moments of sometimes
having one’s tail between
I shall always hold onto

the beers, our chats, your smiles

rapturous laughter

the massive massive
whiskeys, gins, beaming grins

whispers of time which not only linger
but write themselves onto
minds, hearts, skin
always, even as this silent writing
brings with it always a little,
a ‘wee dram of
writhing

Said you sailed a big ship
Said you sailed away
Didn’t know the right thing to say

I’d love to get a letter
Like to know what’s what
Hope the weather’s good and it’s not too hot
For you

Everyone says hi

~ David Bowie

for the last thing we need
be to be strapped to an
apparatus, don’t go
quietly into the light

fuck dispositifs

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Jeremy Fernando reads, writes, and makes things.

He works in the intersections of literature, philosophy, and art; and has written more than 30 books. Exploring other media has led him to film, music, performance-readings, and the visual arts; and his work has been exhibited in Seoul, Buenos Aires, Berlin, Vienna, Hong Kong, Lisbon, and Singapore.

He is the general editor of Delere Press; curates the thematic magazine One Imperative; is the Jean Baudrillard Fellow at The European Graduate School; co-creator of the private dining experience, People Table Tales; and the writer-in-residence at Appetite, the sensorial laboratory exploring the cross-roads of food, music, and art.