Eat Me & Drink Me

Jorge Rojas Took this Picture

cannibal — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 16:38:38 +0000

Photographing Photographs The Photographer

With eies [eyes] that snap and crunch and flash light. What is eaten? Is the hungry self-cannibalized? A picture of whom and when and what and why? How is known: in the beginning there was no photograph. And behold, out of click click came forth I. Is this God’s looking?

Wura is going to write something here.

cannibal — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 16:17:28 +0000

Wura is going to write something here about the rehearsal at Doug’s place.

Wura when you are ready please erase this and write something here.
Wura when you are ready please erase this and write something here.
Wura when you are ready please erase this and write something here.
Wura when you are ready please erase this and write something here.
Wura when you are ready please erase this and write something here.
Wura when you are ready please erase this and write something here.
Wura when you are ready please erase this and write something here.
Wura when you are ready please erase this and write something here.

I can’t hear you. Let me call you back.

cannibal — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 22:55:04 +0000

I can’t understand you. Let me call you back.

Now Jorge was gone. He went to where Wura was and tried to join Doug and Eseohe by Wura’s Skype. Rosamond was still not here. But Eseohe’s internet connection was nonexistent at best, so Doug and Eseohe made improvisational musics from a childrens’ version of “Alice in Wonderland”. We looked to Alice for sustenance in our time of no feed. By the way, a blog post this week about “Eat Me & Drink Me” appears at http://edoheart.org/preview-eat-me-drink-me.html OR http://edoheart.org

“I want to see.”

cannibal — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 19:32:49 +0000

Sangre de Crista
This is a photo of Jorge’s scene at the very end. Jorge had really strange ideas about food. It was he who suggested in the very beginning that God could be a cannibal- that this concept was possible to think. Jorge thinks. Eseohe is being devoured. Again, Wura is separated though joined by Skype. Wura keeps asking, “Where am I?” Doug behaved rudely but he was required to by the script and so, he was actually behaving submissively, although he was rude. Eseohe does not really want to be touched. In general, she is a solo dancer. Rosamond is not here again but we have made an invisible space for her above our heads. Rosamond is looking down on us but she is not here, so we decide she is invisible. In this scene, drinking the blood of Christ gives rise to many contradictions. Why do we drink Christ’s blood? It tastes of cannibalism.

Guess who’s coming to dinner!

cannibal — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 23:01:19 +0000

But I Have No Arms
Wura continues to exist solely by Skype. We imagine this must be very difficult for her. We eat donuts, drink wine, crackers, chips but she cannot consume in the same manner we do. We even go as far as to touch one another, hug, kiss on the cheek. Does this make Wura angry? Does this make Wura sad? Surely, it is better than prison. In prison, you can’t even see people you love. Does she feel left out? You must agree, it’s funny. Wura has no arms.

I too must eat and devour.

cannibal — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 18:21:58 +0000

Everything Is Painted With Light
We rehearse the scene Wura has written. Rosamond is not here but remains in our thoughts.

Thus was the first day eaten and drunk.

cannibal — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 17:28:39 +0000

Our Holy Bible
There was a lot of language happening between us. Why we are here. What we desire to achieve. Wura could not be here in person. She joined via Skype and became a computer screen. Rather, the computer screen became her- as in flattering her figure; but yes, there was transmogrification. I digress. We agreed on the personification of terms, the reification of some personifications. There is Christ. There is God. God might be a cannibal. There is a Celebrity which is very American of us. There is a Lover. Who doesn’t love love? And of course, Alice in Wonderland- every story needs a fool to go on. Go on, we dared ourselves. And so we agreed that all identities are interchangeable among we the players. Thus is a free being begun.