Grief… we hold it in the flesh and in rhythm and in gesture, and in stomping – laboured and heavy stomping.
When a group of people who have been excluded from the social order – people who’ve experienced psychic injury, and the grief, and rage, and longing, and loneliness that accompany such injury –
All move together, those queer affects seep out and into the air, and into the flesh.
This space has a sound – and that sound is heavy, repetitive techno.
It knocks against you,…two…three…four.
The bass penetrates you, two…three…four.
The music moves you, two…three…four.
What is felt most intensely by the flesh is the bass – and the flesh fucking vibrates.
肉體感受最強烈的是低音--而肉體 而肉體 他媽的振了。
The flesh can experience multiple and complex affects and vibrational frequencies may sonically articulate such multiple, perhaps even conflicting, affects (1)