Woke up and burned my roots. From not being sure. Scratched some filthy soil out of my mouth and abandoned my children. Spoiled brats they were. Ran for a while. Contemplated gender and love. Found a muse as my Mother. Assembled a family anew. Crushed my body on a cold stone. Attempted to choose life instead. Returned and tried to speak. “Fucking Dicks.” The capacity of my body unknown but endless to me. Confidently preaching from the heartache, from the pain in my body. The miracles of my two mouths inspire me to sip and leak with rigor in your tasteless territory. BAM! I give birth in an endless scream birthing pomegranates on your ugly, tasteless carpet. I repeat the words my Mothers gave me and scream myself into your miserable life of numbness. Get out of your Death-drive. I dare you.

Performed at Studyo Modyan, Istanbul on October 16th, 2024
Lots of thanks to Studyo Modyan for the recording, hosting and mastering. 
And thanks to my collaborator Kivanç Sert.

"Alas, Your Mother" Performed at Studyo Modyan, Istanbul, 2024

Performer working with text, fury and sound.

Boris the Cat