A maximalist harmony AKA pleasure’s discord AKA...AKA...AKA...
A crashing, a discord, a contact, a meeting, a missing, a yearning for, a need, a ghost, symbiopsychotaxiplasm is the collision and its location, its actors and its bystanders, is sex and also less...ceremony...collaboration...reciprocal care...destruction and its material. It’s here! Here! Narrative rises out of the illogics and randomness of desire and contact in public space. Here! We find our graveyards, theaters and altars transposed through time. HERE! We crash into each other because we’ve done it before...loudly, violently, carefully, in color.
FUCKOUTMYFAC EFUCK OUTMYWAY FUCK INMYWAY FUCKMEFUCKCKME YOURWAY FUCKMEHARD HERE FUCKHARDERHEREHERE,FUCK
symbiopsychotaxiplasm is in tandem with Old, Used & New*
Can you hear the break coming?...
Can you feel the bass from outside?...
Can you see the fibers in the bend?...
...where the refractured/refracted night once again brings through our Otherplace?
The afters! Dawn! The cave! The moons, the still rolling camera, Ladies Night, the interstitial, the attic and the under, the hole in the wall/stall, the place your legs spread out to, the illegible, the porous, Time Square Red, free-if-ur-nasty, tequila-spilt, the piss-soaked, mythic, mean-mug, Take One, the “what’s your name?” Or not where, now, here we’re forever/again/like before. symbiopsychotaxiplasm lives, holds, and waits.
*Mosie Romney: Old, Used & New
March 17th – May 1, 2022
Gern en Regalia
246 East 4th St
East Village, NYC