a work devised by a.r. havel in collaboration with dance trope

an academic said that “remixing is over, don’t call your projects remixes.” okay, this not a remix. and it’s a not a collage: that’s all too suburban (which i was, but i don’t wanna talk about that). homage; allusion; hauntings — ah, yes! that’s way more respectable and in vogue, at least it was ten years ago, before queer theory was all about “care,” then the era of queer temporality: my coming-of-age, a proto-politics of quantum mechanics, de-colonial logics, and good ol’ ghost stories.

look: we’re all lost in the sauce, less a melting-pot than something on the verge of completely burnt. “everybody knows the war is over, everybody knows the good guys lost.” someone ask A.I. to make a K-pop and Leonard Cohen remix. Yeah, i know it’s dead. But we’re the living dead: like resurrected fascists, like tamagachis, like myspace.com.