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A poem by Ser Serpas
ripped apart
you rip me apart
collage million dead
collage donde
queda mi cuerpo
el temporal
como dios
en mil partes
clothing as point of impact
a totem is a wrap around
a city as it is engagement
with one’s surroundings
and engagement with
that which has been worn out
discarded and
filtered into alms buckets
and newly tagged
i wear my surroundings on my
feet when it wears out i see
only my vantage is worn
i fall apart with the assumption
that i can do any more than
cover myself in a sheet and hope
for the singularity
what is in a name other than
reference to the stolen
the blend into landmass is a step
closer to answering the question
am i the garments i inhabit
how do they inhabit me
arsenal burgeoning forth
every locale proves
a new shot at self concept
via collection
mexico city proves a communion with
characters that come to
dom their surroundings
to don sentience
crushed velvet
massaged onto canvas
stretched onto body near
my fulbright era rug
clutching at the danger
and muse in the d.f.’s streets
can one work where not
discovering for survival
breaking down in 2013
i found myself tossed asunder
by the volition of tshirts
and other ephemera
how had i earned
trust so immaterial as to
become sentient
i lent mine to fiber
from which rose an
aura
beating out of me
out of the cloth
onto the canvas
a portal into all i did and
all i was at the moment
of conception
in the area immediately surrounding
i delve into relationships
with those i direct
to carry on the little
ive instructed
for the objects have implanted
their own memories onto
my scalp
back onto them
onto the players and the stage
a silent rapport
ill never see the world in the same way
i am in conversation with the immortal
indigeneity
the clay has dried
walls healed
only through conversation can the material
escape temporality
i wish to temporarily
disperse my memory
to this :
ill never see the world in the same way
i am in conversation with the immortal
indigeneity
the clay has dried
walls healed
only through conversation can the material
escape terminality
i wish to terminate my life
if only for a second
– Ser Serpas
Images Courtesy Donna Huanca x Ser Serpas