NELLA DOVENGE

Through our son we have come West of Time: A future-past time-space where peace and love have nothing to counteract, rephrase

In this cartesian plane cataracts seep from eye to brain too much terrestrial time folks forget how to see straight

what is straight

So we parent from a future now where oceans flood out of boxes and shores and rainbows burst up from your molten core

these words are rocks no less no more with them build kingdoms of your core

so here, now let us use words to create the day when our children will ask :

Mama what is or was or will be black?

As each era creates new words to see the world through I will not ascribe the identity politics I’ve learned onto you

Because

you melt the rules like lava under new shoes No protection for a rubber sole cuz the truth moves Free your soul from rubber molds touch the source of creation: like the tap flowing on a rubber tree plantation when the rebels come chanting liberation sap and flesh burn alike in asset liquidation back into Black into the source of all creation and you rose at cremation

Tongue tooth clack words form from black And fall into blue ocean room on wind that blows over surface and coaxes up wave that washes over fluid sac holding your brain, and when It speaks new neurons form while placenta bleeds and galaxies within combust Big Bang birth boom this earth has twelve rooms with vowels and consonants i construct your tomb to flesh is also metamorphosis

In Triangular swatches of cloth see body as pyramid, cross In Lavender, blue Flowing river and stardust too we wash over capture desire conquest to arrive at a ground place so deep in space time that scriptures erase and we are back to one point where we are not going anywhere doing anything we just be

This place Were from Is One point , pre-entropy Where we don’t speak we just be

So shut the faux up And remember to breathe

You are not a balloon You are air inside and around it so full or deflate, your victory surrounds us you are not a shell you are yolk of desire break the yolks of desire to find the shape your consciousness takes its not round you are in and out up and down full and flat you are full spectrum sound

and you are not your skin you are energy within and you are not your skin you are energy speaking from within

you are not your skin Yet you are living in it as I have in mine and we all do until we flatline: horizon West of Time A place you cannot arrive because you are already there eventually

the future is a 24 hour clock with no hands just three figure eights turned sideways, as chains: links and jail breaks.

In projective space, or the field of geometry that describes and creates the vanishing point and perspective common to paintings of landscapes one point is many lines and the gaze between us a series of straights lines from iris to iris is an umbilical chord to birth in another life this dimension - our reality - is merely reflection so while the cylinder of the world has become planar by virtue of our view earth herself remains flat

Rock

until the mind arrives

And we learn to talk

The Word is a waterway that takes you home again freedom found in the belly of the ship The future will be on a ship belly of the beast where She lives It will go anywhere when eyes learn to listen

((We must make friends with distance ))

((We must make friends with water ))

These words are waterways that take you back to a water filled state Your body remembers though your mouth forgot Get wet with words and release all thought

Feel it now Water that flows Immersion Into an ancient state feel Her falling on your skin How do you encounter the inner lake if Showers in the morning are already five minutes late and umbrellas keep rainstorms from your face ?

Sun is man who brings light T'our hemisphere From the east black as night he arrives here Son, you’re one With the Christ Celebrated each year

Solstice Sun still three days untill the 25th he rises Star light War fight Dark births brightness

In the twelfth room you survived it Black sky until Behold ! King of light Returns to horizon

A Celestial tour is our Terrestrial mirror parallels really showing up to me this year

last Year I talked to the stars and they listened By showing me Venus and glimpses of Mars And in these places I remembered the genesis of holy war

Since this year the birth of Jesus and Muhammad praise to their names is separated by one day How inconceivable is it that They light the same way ?

And women who want everything don’t you know we started the war when we sent men out to accumulate wealth and so its Feminine greed that disrupts peace of an all knowing black Women who want everything, and can’t pull back once you breathe you will see

you are everything

And what can you want when there’s nothing you lack ?

22 to 25 In the twelfth house it Takes Three days to arrive three days you survived dark sky until

Behold ! King of light

born into slave chambers Hallmarked as a manger Beyond the main house to unwed mother with a man by her side who was not the father of the Star so bright

sounds familiar right?

See my life story in scripture Esaias comes to complete the picture Esaias Gods love saves us Esaias Return reclaim reign over us again

The sun is a man with a wand of light bright as stars and dark as night Enter life through my secret chamber Feel through waterways of your labor

I threw out the instructions

Don’t look for the Belt cuz i lost the key How can a door keep back the sea ? Modern Locks made of steel or rubber formed in factories to seal Cannot conceal Omnipotent canals of ancient energy

Only inner ring Tight around my room opening Just enough to let stardust through just as much as she wants to Welcome Light into my womb

And from deep space of knowing and nurture I generate a new nation of full spectrum love

The sun is a man who gave me my son

Christmas is the birth of a new nation With a Full spectrum populace So Change the conversation

Tiger snake together we make dragon In time for earthquake

I Am The eve of construction Step back and watch my combustion

My Limbs Are eaves of protection Wrap them round and feel the Ascension

I Am Eve of the Underground Channels of pure light stay in the background Stable ally and liminal spaces Angel of shadows Takes the image of disgrace In this dark age Just remember on your walk in the end of days that light on the edge is The star above your head cuz

You Are The eve of construction The power to build is within your hands Your limbs Have the power to light up your loved ones

You Are Eve of the Garden Whose bones birth the man of light: Starchild

The people you meet are the leaders of history who children will sing “tell me the story of – I long to hear ” And the places you walk become sites where they flock to negotiate great mystery

This is a still from a video projected during a pop-up performance space called DUGxDISJECTA: Diaspora in July 2016.

The video begins at the statue of Charles de Gaulle (the president of France who fought against African independence movements in the 50-60’s and then created neo-colonial power structures after African nation-states were formed), follows the flow of people walking up the champs elysee (a street whose historic infrastructure is run over by transnational capitalism) to L'arc du triumphe, a monument to the soldiers who faught in the revolutionary and napolionic wars and invaded Egypt and parts of the Middle East. By filming along this straight line trajectory ending in sunset, I explore linear perceptions of space and time as well as the perception of west as endpoint and horizon line. The video is filmed on the eve of Bastille day, the national holiday that celebrates the enlightenment era in France and commemorates a time when the wealth of the country depended on the labor, flesh and resources gained from African colonies.