By Oni Buchanan
In sounding out the matter of ways to reply to violence and to the betrayal and domestication of that that is wild, this ebook counters with aesthetic violence and disruption of its personal, commencing the self to the unforeseen powers of the senses and to encounters among "wildness" and "domestication" in the self. notwithstanding by no means effortless, this openness creates the chance for an all-enveloping love that touches and joins all animals, either nonhuman and human.
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I’m wearing my sundress and my bathing suit underneath—is it time for a swim? Can we water the seedling trees? And race snails out of a chalk-drawn circle? The river is running down at the bottom of the hill, down in the scrubby woods. I dreamt a terrible thing down there, Baba. I dreamt my own death up till I frantic ran by myself through the trees and ripped my dress on the barbed wire fence, ducking under to get away from myself. I have a scar on my back from the barb. Baba, take me with you again.
This is where I live now, here with the ferns that bend and sway. I pulled a tire out of the stream and dragged it back to my fire pit, putrid filth spilling out from inside as the wheel rolled. A stripe of stench across my face like war paint. I hammered a nail into a tree. I shall hang my coat here as I clear the brush from my meager shelter. I live in the forest. The animals understand me and the leaves make gentle crunching sounds underfoot and the bare branches make patterns in the sky. ” I’m bleeding onto some sheets of newsprint to record the drama of my bleeding.
Is it you? Is it me? What’s that enchantment of stained glasswork in the Killing Jar? Somebody hand me the Killing Jar. Which team member hands the Killing Jar? Do you hand the Killing Jar? Do I hand the Killing Jar? Do you hand it? Do I hand it? Do you? Do I? 31 I thought you were carrying the Killing Jar. If this backpack bears the Killing Jar . . I thought I was carrying the Killing Jar. If this weight is not the Killing Jar . . Is it struggling in the Killing Jar? Is it subsiding in the Killing Jar?
