Manifesta 14 Pristina, Kosovo, 2022
revenge ~ avatars and manyness*
Oreet Ashery, Suza Husse, Verena Melgarejo Weinandt
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Connecting in Darkness. Invoking Pocahunter (Part I)
revenge ~ avatars and manyness*
Oreet Ashery, Suza Husse, Verena Melgarejo Weinandt
re.act.feminism #3 – polyphonies. interferences. drifts
revenge ~ avatars and manyness * emerges from conversations between Oreet Ashery, Suza Husse and Verena Melgarejo Weinandt and channels many chats, rants and dreams with friends and lovers.
Revenge as imagined by the zombiesque figures, exhausted beings, slug alien embodiments and hybrid car skins that populate this chapter are acts in nonlinear time that denormalise and disrupt patriarchal and colonial oppression. They channel multiplicities to trouble the ideology of progress and recuperate revenge from the monopoles of god, police and father.
Queer and anticolonial revenge is coming back to a moment of violence and not letting it pass. What has been lost there and then is reclaimed, the dispossession reversed, not for a return to any fiction of unbroken origin but to return with pieces to reconstitute past, present and future.
As companions for this chapter of re.act.feminism #3 we have chosen a work from the re.act.feminism archive: Maria Teresa Diaz Nerio’s “Hommage à Sara Bartman” (from 2007). Another inspiration is Bartolina Xixa’s “Ramita Seca, La Colonialidad Permanente” (2019).
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##-How Can I Own That Which Is Stolen-##
Oreet Ashery
Le Petit CombatantYou’re hiking East
You’re walking West
You’re running pierced
You’re hiding breast
Sky to earth
Earth to birthLe Petit Combatant
Le Petit CombatantYou are so scared
You cannot breath
East to west
West to breath
Breast to kneel
Kneel to healLe Petit Combatant
Le Petit CombatantAll is bad
Doom is here
The-powers-at-play
Bring up the fear
No where to hide
From the shame
Because inside
There is no frameLe Petit Combatant
Le Petit CombatantYou’re a man
You’re a beast
You have a breast
You need to
Feed
Between your legs there nothing much
And no one cares
Once you’ve hatched:Baby birds
And baby queers
Baby thoughts
And baby deer
Baby lamb
And baby rats
Bad ideas
And stupid hatsLe Petit Combatant
Le Petit CombatantYou’re so brave
It makes you sick
And this white dick
Is not your stick
You’re casting spells
To save what’s left
And then forget
It’s all a theftThey’ve kidnapped this
They’ve stolen that
And you are hurt
Inside your heartLe Petit Combatant
Le Petit CombatantThe dead alive
The living dead
It’s not your faultExcerpt from: Oreet Ashery:
Song of Le Petit Combatant
(##-How Can I Own That Which is Stolen-##), 2022