an interactive Twine-based essay
An essay, a poem, an archive, and also a choose-your-own-adventure experience. It is a synthesis of theory, practice, and experimentation, and a means of sharing what we have found to be generative (or not) during this hot summer. Our intention is to continue asking questions we still haven’t answered and to encourage you to join us in doing so. We want to craft string figures through conversation, to cast a non-linear web of research, and to illustrate the dialogue between knowledges that we have been entangled by and in. Let’s open openings – portals – into inquest and wade through unknowingness at the end-of-times together.
[link here–can we host??Otherwise image also]
a performance and workshop at an anarchist bookfair
The aftermath of asking, “What is left of the Self at the end of the World?” at the salon du livre anarchiste montréal.
Crafting string figures through conversation, carving out curiosities and concerns, smashing reflections of/on Self and Things, illuminating strategies and temporalities, composting in/through/with corridors of (un)knowing. Open(ing) an(d) alter(ing).
Primary texts discussed:
- David Calnitsky, “The Policy Road to Socialism” (2022)
- Jane Bennett, Vibrant Matter (2009)
- “Terror Unknown” (2012)
- Avgi Saketopoulou, “Risking sexuality beyond consent: overwhelm and traumatisms that incite” (2020)
- adrienne maree brown, Emergent Strategy (2017)
- Donna Haraway, Staying with the Trouble (2016)
a summer solstice celebration
In the month of June, we held a solstice dinner to celebrate plenty, beauty, aliveness, growth, but also rot, destruction, flux, swerve, the Real, and whatever is left over after all of that. Neither a formal reading circle nor an unrelated party. We wanted to bring theory into practice, creating something full, intentional, and named, and then sipping, and chomping, and tearing it into nonexistence.
some gardening
With the help of a funding grant from QPIRG McGill, we cleaned, refurbished, and planted a garden in the backyard of the DIRA, the anarchist library which hosted our weekly meetings.
