THE EXHIBITION
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THE EXHIBITION •
Drought
Mario Framis Pujo is a cross-pollinated wanderer, what dances in the opaque, the chaotic, the tender, a being with the land... Their research-based practice circles around things like farming as liberation, politics as a crack, cooking as sovereignty, self-expression, vulnerability and consciousness through intimate contact with nature and the creation of open communal spaces for deep listening of bodily sensations. He dedicates their days to tending the land, as a farmer and as a facilitator to share his experience with multispecies groups who want to cultivate inner peace, learn from the natural world, inspire themselves in the day to day, hence being able to focus our perspective, in aspects related to work, food and social ecologies, through artistic harmony.
Photographer - Tobi Brun
Drought
June 2022, Alentejo, Portugal.
ágape, eros, amor
a nomad of the Kalahari, a pagan figure,
a Satan of the modern world learning to tap into
what I’m capable of listening to, suspending
on that door
I’ve been wanting to open so I can sing loudly.
tell me about your lies
& we can draft the path of what is to come
sand these rough edges
& help me say
what I really wanna say; that the smell of dry grass & clay dust
fills up every corner of this house.
Mario Framis Pujol is a cross-pollinated wanderer, who dances in the opaque, the chaotic, the tender, a being with the land... Their research-based practice circles around farming as liberation, politics as a crack, cooking as sovereignty, self-expression, vulnerability, and consciousness through intimate contact with nature, and creating open communal spaces for deep listening of bodily sensations. He dedicates their days to tending the land, as a farmer and as a facilitator to share his experience with multispecies groups who want to cultivate inner peace, learn from the natural world, and inspire themselves in the day-to-day, hence being able to focus our perspective, in aspects related to work, food, and social ecologies, through artistic harmony
Let it Rise
Mario Framis Pujo is a cross-pollinated wanderer, what dances in the opaque, the chaotic, the tender, a being with the land... Their research- based practice circles around things like farming as liberation, politics as a crack, cooking as sovereignty, self-expression, vulnerability and consciousness through intimate contact with nature and the creation of open communal spaces for deep listening of bodily sensations. He dedicates their days to tending the land, as a farmer and as a facilitator to share his experience with multispecies groups who want to cultivate inner peace, learn from the natural world, inspire themselves in the day to day, hence being able to focus our perspective, in aspects related to work, food and social ecologies, through artistic harmony.
Photographer - Tobi Brun
Let it Rise
I am being swallowed up while inside a cocoon,
the memory of these cracks thaw.
have tea with your elders; we’re all wisdom keepers & we’re all students,
of the gift of a disabled life, accepting we are not meant to hold everything on our own. These lands are broken
& water wants to rise
up through the cracks;
let it mutiny,
let it rise.
Mario Framis Pujol is a cross-pollinated wanderer, what dances in the opaque, the chaotic, the tender, a being with the land... Their research- based practice circles around things like farming as liberation, politics as a crack, cooking as sovereignty, self-expression, vulnerability and consciousness through intimate contact with nature and the creation of open communal spaces for deep listening of bodily sensations. He dedicates their days to tending the land, as a farmer and as a facilitator to share his experience with multispecies groups who want to cultivate inner peace, learn from the natural world, inspire themselves in the day to day, hence being able to focus our perspective, in aspects related to work, food and social ecologies, through artistic harmony.
The Revolution is Knocking At Our Door
Mario Framis Pujol is a cross-pollinated wanderer, what dances in the opaque, the chaotic, the tender, a being with the land... Their research- based practice circles around things like farming as liberation, politics as a crack, cooking as sovereignty, self-expression, vulnerability and consciousness through intimate contact with nature and the creation of open communal spaces for deep listening of bodily sensations. He dedicates their days to tending the land, as a farmer and as a facilitator to share his experience with multispecies groups who want to cultivate inner peace, learn from the natural world, inspire themselves in the day to day, hence being able to focus our perspective, in aspects related to work, food and social ecologies, through artistic harmony
Photographer - Mario Framis Pujol
The Revolution is Knocking At Our Door
what happens
when architecture starts to crumble,
when our fundamentalism cracks,
when our baseline realities shake,
when the arrangement we were born into;
an apartheid,
which isolates bodies,
when the promise of stability
pulverizes.
when did we all sign up to keep this wheel turning?
when
were we told
to resist the new,
to be polite,
to be tidy,
to be pure,
to be clear,
to be predictable,
to be digestible,
to navigate all the isms?
18:23 & it’s raining heavily in Beirut,
an acid rain of despair
soaking the bodies
of the ones who look for refuge,
the ones
who can’t even see
how severely traumatized they are.
this emerging
is perverse,
there are no highways here,
no planes to take,
no pavement to walk,
on the dancing bridge.
the ones who know
will be waiting for us there
sucking their teeth.
a longing comes back
because I feel removed,
distanced from the story of love
that haunted my life,
the tears run down
without even knowing
where this vulnerability comes from.
seeing you on the other side of the screen
as the beautiful being
that soothes me in sweetness & warmth.
how can I be radically hospitable
without you being here,
without even knowing if you see me,
risking being where I truly am.
there are no solutions we can purchase
that can treat our misery,
that can heal the planet.
where is the attachment I have
to my identity
to the perpetrator who lives within me
what is in my body,
that my mind doesn’t know?
& as we dance
we’ll face the politics,
the question of how am I
being part of this revolution
that is already knocking at our doors.
Mario Framis Pujol is a cross-pollinated wanderer, who dances in the opaque, the chaotic, the tender, a being with the land... Their research-based practice circles around farming as liberation, politics as a crack, cooking as sovereignty, self-expression, vulnerability, and consciousness through intimate contact with nature, and creating open communal spaces for deep listening of bodily sensations. He dedicates their days to tending the land, as a farmer and as a facilitator to share his experience with multispecies groups who want to cultivate inner peace, learn from the natural world, and inspire themselves in the day-to-day, hence being able to focus our perspective, in aspects related to work, food, and social ecologies, through artistic harmony
Change Ahead
Jan Wiezorek writes from Michigan. His work appears, or is forthcoming, in The London Magazine, The Westchester Review, Lucky Jefferson, Loch Raven Review, Minetta Review, Talon Review, Modern Poetry Review, The Passionfruit Review, Sparks of Calliope, The Wise Owl, Poetry Center San José, and The Orchards Poetry Journal, among other journals. He taught writing at St. Augustine College, Chicago, and wrote the ebook Awesome Art Projects That Spark Super Writing (Scholastic, 2011). He posts at janwiezorek.substack.com.
Photographer - Tobi Brun
Change Ahead
Michigan—We had so much rain
and lightning shooting into life
last night that worms are advancing,
forming their lines in the streets,
wrestling with asphalt, terrain,
finding ways to extend their white,
pink, and six-inch ruddy selves
into the margins, signaling change
ahead like a barricade of brown,
like miniature rusted silos, moving,
where he says in his yard, I used
to work up there at the co-op, but
they’re going to move those silos—
someone wants them for a recording
studio, he says, scraping fingernails
against siding like a twisty worm—
so, I walk farther, past four-leaf
clovers and a freckled girl, where
worms crawl under her feet, but
her face is smiling like change.
Jan Wiezorek writes from Michigan. His work appears, or is forthcoming, in The London Magazine, The Westchester Review, Lucky Jefferson, Loch Raven Review, Minetta Review, Talon Review, Modern Poetry Review, The Passionfruit Review, Sparks of Calliope, The Wise Owl, Poetry Center San José, and The Orchards Poetry Journal, among other journals. He taught writing at St. Augustine College, Chicago, and wrote the ebook Awesome Art Projects That Spark Super Writing (Scholastic, 2011). He posts at janwiezorek.substack.com.
Touch of Air
Jan Wiezorek writes from Michigan. His work appears, or is forthcoming, in The London Magazine, The Westchester Review, Lucky Jefferson, Loch Raven Review, Minetta Review, Talon Review, Modern Poetry Review, The Passionfruit Review, Sparks of Calliope, The Wise Owl, Poetry Center San José, and The Orchards Poetry Journal, among other journals. He taught writing at St. Augustine College, Chicago, and wrote the ebook Awesome Art Projects That Spark Super Writing (Scholastic, 2011). He posts at janwiezorek.substack.com.
Photographer - Tobi Brun
Touch of Air
In floats and waves, to a sedge
of six sandhill cranes overflying
in a four-cycle chortle—I attempt
to imitate their calls from marsh
perch, warmed in my comforter,
in my own bed, but tongue won’t
curl around sound—and you say
you want to cuddle, falling into fog
—so, I massage your thigh, once
severed, bone cut, implanted,
gusseted like foul, sagging in a bog
of depression that warms turkeys;
we respond to healing as a touch
of air: simple needs that sound
so far away, as cranes massaging
breezes, waves of sound, hormones,
your breath becoming more assertive,
from your mouth, convulsed, as you
turn, raise yourself up, and—in this
moment—grasp, spring, to nose
upward and interpret, as if to fly.
Jan Wiezorek writes from Michigan. His work appears, or is forthcoming, in The London Magazine, The Westchester Review, Lucky Jefferson, Loch Raven Review, Minetta Review, Talon Review, Modern Poetry Review, The Passionfruit Review, Sparks of Calliope, The Wise Owl, Poetry Center San José, and The Orchards Poetry Journal, among other journals. He taught writing at St. Augustine College, Chicago, and wrote the ebook Awesome Art Projects That Spark Super Writing (Scholastic, 2011). He posts at janwiezorek.substack.com.