Then he broke it in pieces and gave it to the disciples, saying, "This is my body, which is given for you. Do this to remember me."
It's hard to know the line where the body ends and the text begins. Whilst we can talk about being pre-lingual, we speak not of pre-lingua, we cannot! At any rate, the entire world has always been mediated to me in eucharistic terms; a lifelong procedure of relentless swallowing; of objections, abjections; of expectations, appointments, disappointments, etc. This gives way, of course, to regurgitations (or worse) that constitute my practice as a queer artist; turgid transubstantiations of my body and blood into art(?).
Whilst I hold little stock in the certainty of memory; here at least, something is remembered, perhaps resurrected; in the absence of mindfulness to a glorious fleshfulness. This is my body.
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