[-empyre-] _I Am Transreal_ : [part 1] [_Augmentology.com_]

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all careerist complicit-fantasy "positions" and especially
those of the arts-dot-edu variety are reprehensible; the
pseudo "dialogue" merely stylistic passcodes *wink wink
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On Tue, 28 Jul 2009, Saul Ostrow wrote:

> might it not be the inverse - that the myths and master narratives that inform our multiple
> simultaneous realities order our experiences and therefore our notion of our relationship to others are not in actuality transformed beyond our expectation that they should be - and as such your article merely reflects your expectations and that if it did not you wouldn't have most likely written it in that few of us are actually open to undermining our own positions
> ________________________________________
> Hi all, I also wanted to share this new article I wrote which was just
> published on Augmentology.com, as I think its very related to the
> question of Queer Relational, and how we are transformed by our
> relationships both with others but also how those relationships and our
> notions of the subject are transformed by our experiences of
>
>
> _I am Transreal_: A Reflection On/Of Becoming Dragon [Part 1]
>
> [complete version with video and links here:]
> http://arsvirtuafoundation.org/research/2009/07/29/_i-am-transreal_-a-reflection-onof-becoming-dragon-part-1/
>
> I am transreal. Look at me. When you do, a million iridescent scales
> across my dragon hide flick, move and align to create a multiplicity of
> perceptions, transversal illusions and realities cutting through each
> other, intersecting, dancing. Look at me. You see a shimmering of my
> fantasies and yours, a convergence of your minute sensory events, your
> imaginary constructs and my desires. Look at me. The mythopoetic
> elements of your reality and mine come into contact, unwind and become a
> recombinant event of male and female and something else, something more,
> for just an instant. Perhaps after that initial instant, one of your
> myths takes over your perception and you decide that you understand, but
> before that, I instill confusion and doubt. I can see it on your face.
>
> I am becoming mythopoetic, a shapeshifting creature of legend, a dragon.
> Standing here, on the border, the sunlight through the clouds defeating
> the fence, I am transreal, between realities, moving through layers of
> the symbolic, the imaginary and the real, simultaneously quivering,
> swapping out and swapping back in, too fast to find the border between
> them. I am existing between my fantasies and desires, which are driving
> the changing form of my body, and the moment of perception in which you
> see me and call me maam, sir, dude, miss, or avoid choosing a category.
> Speaking, being with different people throughout the day, my body and
> name changes, my realness or unrealness oscillates. You see me standing
> here, but really, you see my avatar, my body, which is under
> construction. We bring our illusions together. You see soft skin. I see
> the pills and the bloody razor that made it soft, making me feel
> happier, more feminine. You see scales, I see textured prims and their
> glow values.
>
> A dark moment in the street at night, your illusions of masculinity
> swirl up against the confusion I install in you, and you attack. My
> reality becomes a blur, a flurry of motion, and a sharp chemical
> emotional reaction, as I strike back with pressurized chemical weapons.
> Yet even in that moment, I am transreal, between my reality and yours,
> only finding a hard fissure between the two.
>
> In bed with my lover, we are transreal, deep in our illusions of each
> other, feeling our very real emotions for each other, between bodies,
> looking into her eyes, slipping out of myself and my concerns and out
> into the bright nebula of pleasure.

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And once again we sing
And once again we sow
Because life never surrenders."
-- anonymous Vietnamese poem

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-- Mr Selvam, Akkrapattai, India 2004

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