Charlie Lee



  1. Time Under Tension
  2. Axolotls at Tessellate-topia
  3. Air Hunger
  4. Angelfood  
  5. Emile Is Missing
  6. Everybody
  7. Quakes in Mind  
  8. Schgooks of Flughm
  9. Tents for Transing
  10. Command Shift Break
  11. [Costume Making]
  12. [Performance Spaces]

Writing



  1. Portals to Soft Re/Orientations & Next Time We
  2. Costuming with Scent: Staging Trans Feelings
  3. Soft Creases
  4. WW
Set, Costume
Costume
Costume
Costume
Prod Design
Costume
Art
Set, Costume 
Art
Costume
Costume
Collection

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Response

Essay

Poetics
Poetics


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I acknowledge the Wurundjeri Woi-wurrung and Bunurong peoples of the Kulin nation as the Traditional Owners of the land on which I live, work, and create. I pay respects to their Elders past, present, and emerging. Always was, Always will be.
From the river to the sea. Free Palestine, end the occupation.
WW → Aug ‘24

Published in Roundtable Readings Edition 2.0: Suburbia

https://roundtablereadings.blogspot.com/2024/08/roundtable-readings-20-suburbia.html?m=1




Heading home I become less real.

My present collapses with my past in head on collision.

My present, my past, my future kiss and tumble into eachother.



Heading home I become,

Fascination of what is to come,

A becoming without destination

The not yet

But will be

My future body, decomposing, also inside my body

So my past, my present, and my future are rubbing up against eachother.

Rubbing into friction, into heat, edging action,

Engine revving, edging acceleration, burning into the concrete.



Friction digs a hole and

A hole is a void, but a void is not empty.

In this hole is a field of wild activity

Endless rubbing, touching, edging indeterminacy infinite



So, in heading home I become less real,

Or the less real becomes less seen,

The less seen becomes a tucked behind

Bushes and holes,

In holes making homes



In heading home, the suburbs feel flat, hills regardless.

I’ve been looking from much too far away it seems.

Time here travels horizontal, so

If a hole is below this horizontal,

This hole negates travel and in its negation becomes a home, hole

w whole



In the wwhole, the weight eats away, this letter dips,

a duo of downward arrows, but mostly we glaze across horizontal

so, let us make real in the hole and make eachother material

holding the weight of eachother, we dig further down

making this hole home

this hole is the place where I can call myself wwhole



so, if in heading home I become less real

let me instead be real in the hole

in the home I dig for myself with my loves

and the weight of this realness makes the ground give way and

my loves, my loves and I make world



for in this world is a scene of wild activity

activity in alternative axis,

activity in this void,

in this void is an opening, an opening in tucked away,

in beyond seeing, a realness that beyond vision rubs away at the very matter of ground



friction into heat into action, acceleration edging concrete, grounds

to give way, into caving, into wwhole, homes, holes