“Sacred Trickster” by Sonic Youth
I was going to focus on Joy Division’s “Digital” as a prophetic channeling of statecraft & a man(t)ic chiding for its antidote. But I want to live in a glut of antidotes. A glorious love-heap of talismanic trash—loony, potent. Sexy, shape-shifting aberrance. Sonic Youth’s “Sacred Trickster” is a gateway/getaway of remedial splendor, an ode to jouissance, a hymn to hymen. Cuz the patri/oligarchy’s ph/fallacy of austerity is such a bore/boar/piggy-bank & I don’t wanna buy it. Cuz just saying no means pressing our bodies into the amp(litude) to roam the vibrating margins. Cuz cross the line, trouble the cliff, confuse the diagnosis. Cuz in a world all topsy turvy, levitating is the way of ecstatic betweens and between earth and heaven I wish I could be music in a tree. Cuz loop the song and a surfeit of Kim Gordon uh-huhs invokes counterfeit weather and we need it now and now and now. Cuz wandering around in the no-tech sound is my favorite form of sitting around. Cuz white-male-corporate-oppression walked into a bar and coyote left with the punchline in her punani then dissipated.
Elisabeth Workman is the author of numerous chapbooks, including Opolis (Dusie), with Michael Sikkema Terrorsim Is What Whale (Grey Book Press), and ANY RIP A THRESHOLD (Shirt Pocket Press). ULTRAMEGAPRAIRIELAND, her first book-length collection, will be out very soon with Bloof.
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