Swan Sludge

I live alive and accustomed to tuning

not sweet disorder but malleable

muck around by your back

how many landfills can we fill

together how much waste

can we lay while habitually

co-habiting and co-curating

our existing archive when

we exit our mummified

empty containers

live on and survive

even in my absence I’m

furious and fuming and

polluting the sky as we

speak and overlapping

with my ancestors

from the Koreana Cycle

“섹스 | sex | sex”; “Creation Stories II”; “Dangunsinhwa”; “Ajumma”; and “태주/Taeju”


“the name of how music plays / often means what it is: A record — a witness; a cassette”