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geography as a bassline.
by substantive.material
moments from our study in poetic sociality substantivematerial.substack.com
Episodes
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who made us
school work office; dais spaces required for socialization a kind of assimilation requisito a casual collision with intent how scholarship pro.motions titles who mean themselves in reciprocity; facilidad we are fooled and made foolish es sencillo simplemente, no es facil complexity never promised...
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poetic excerpts... eight.
our bodies. perhaps we are undividedso all that remainsobservation response decision; its ignorancefeeling plays between notesrestsour sensation refused meaningonly to exist within us reverberant containedwhose only [such a nefarious, only] harm is [never quantified in other’d &loved lives…
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poetic excerpts... seven
this came up and out while sitting outside and smoking a jay this morning at 3:30am living in multiple worlds is a challenge of our modern life, most stick to one maybe two, i stopped counting and started moving... changes everything life can be loudliving can be quietrelaxation in a...
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poetic excerpts... part six
softblue. “the company of our silence officially befriended me. i am in /[really]\ in here. and so is… it” edit emphasis includes [am iii really in here]?! a question marks exclamation’s point sensation stripped laid bare becoming space between flesh iii am uncounted pushed away with emotions...
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poetic excerpts... part five
so far… what good is. my feelings feel in notes on water. direction without a need. contained while being everywhere. indelible small, microscopically [in]significant, an embodied body expressed in bodies who coat our home… what good is. or… so far; so good. how do they feel? hellos & goodbyes…
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poetic excerpts... three
So I am making it to three. This is like day three or issue three or addition three maybe volume? No, it's not a volume. This is… Who knows? Maybe this will stay as this is or turn into something else. I guess you tell me. You know, I don't know who hear these dispatches. Maybe these are just…
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poetic excerpts... two.
OK, OK, OK… when you're hearing this in your world, you were hearing this one time this is only happened for you once… This is now my third This is now my third shot at this, which means I must really want to do this. Hmm... I really want to figure out a way to put art out into the world that is...
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poetic excerpts.... (audio)
peace y’all, if you would like me to do more of these, then you already know what to do… with love, q. So...I've been thinking for a while about making a audio stack. Hmm….You know, like, letting organic matters, such as myself interface with digital matter and not through keystrokes, but through...
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edited our peace after mourning…
welcome, it has been a struggle with moments of retreat. a time to pull yourself together and move onward. the search for work, the search for housing, the search for ways to love “in. spite. of…” we wanted so much from this life and caring for loved ones including ourselves has burned our…
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our interruption(s).
our interruption(s). Memories of you surprise me. now with an after taste of joy A lifetime ago lives within walls turned oasis interrupted I felt fracture long before pain and I don’t think I’d have it any other way You told me in your mother tongue to be clearand I cried oceans in mine to keep...
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sorry to deceive you.
Are we brave enough to hope out loud? In which areas of life do we long for space, and what does abundance of space look like? Is this something we can give to ourselves? I laid traps for myself and my anxiety this week, made sure the barbed wire drowned in incense, petals, and secret visions of…
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improper as incomplete promises.
I woke up to a sunset sky. These days the northern hemisphere moves from grey into deep red and pink sunset and we wake up to darkness and new beginnings. What novel truths lie there, in our inner most dwellings, where the dirt is damp and deep and rich in nutrients? A tender space where we...
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the dancers were so beautiful.
Rude beginnings We are familiar to each other. [should be] [could be] will be beautiful to feel with you. I mean that in a we somersaulted backwards into twenty seven high seas, drafted multitudes of sins and watched them break under our compositions kind of way. General hex strategies aside, can...
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neglect.
an earth stops when a sun collapses imploding its guts into order forming structures destroyed constructing bridges consumed by flames a fire becomes a spark on wood becoming forest in a night remembering days in forgotten memories lived without regret remorse for actions taken back and love made...
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