During the past two Sundays, I participated in Black Quantum Futurism’s Time Camp 004 and it was a deeply rich experience that I will continue to reflect on going into the future. In the meantime, here are four poems that I wrote during some of the workshops:
(Above image credit: Space-Time Collapse I – BQF Collective)
Ship-Shifting Statues
The dolphin fountain
its gardens are the first image
I see
I turn
and then I see again
the clock has become laughter
in a former colonized town
becomes a time traveler
in a ship
the ship is a submarine
roots itself in the dissolving
roots itself in the earth
and rises up into my body
the clock becomes a pot
within and I pour waters
full of memory
into it and stir
adding Lavender
adding Calendula
adding Rose
until I feel the warmth of medicine
the warmth of oneness again
sprouting forth into being
Free (W)Rite
A map is a kind of knob of a door
A way of entering
What would our travels be
if a map was not 2-dimensional
but folded into a shape
like the knob
or like the paper fortune teller
Pull the tab, open it and find yourself here
coming to be
in the midst of opening and closing
like a mouth divining fate
Pull an edge open
and find yourself here
where the X/is
the point of x-change
of communion
of when the pen hits the surface
and all intersections flow
come here after I ask
where do I go?
Bang on the K-KN
The incubator of sound
kinetic tic tic
flourish
the whole nest
holding the egg
as it beings to crack
within you
the crack is the cry
of a new dawn
unveiling the shy shell
the mouth is a crack ling
breaking open an alter
round the world
into a new design
for the lost kin
steered by (re)turning sailors
a totality of blackness
a totem or a code
at the end of a sound
that says so much
of what’s been held within
Black (KW)Hole NDur
(E) = NT X eR^(2)
A space of safety where you find yourself
the ship as itself guiding itself
the quilt wrapped around
reworks time into home
The Amen — it is (K)now
Mmoatia
A memory of other times
forms of being
with the outer world
the gate opens
into an utter
of ____________________
Sherese Francis 