2. THE VENA CAVA
Writing. As the name suggests is a muscle of the arm with a sucking reflex: Half saliva, half unconventional fingering. Even though the Terrorists of Theoretical Discourse (TTD) might disagree and forget one enters into words with one’s body2, I don’t. I like it bare.
The gap in a bone. Skin. The region just above the external genitals. It all affects me. If I write, I place my body on the page; Sexually, as Boris Vian would say in L’Herbe Rouge. And instead of a classical purity of tone I struggle to make work that is imperfect, that shifts in tempo and texture, that confronts in flesh and keeps me from this almost automatic urge to self-manage desire; to anesthetize the sex.