tablediary

feast on tableness and visceral hands

body of a table and a dinner story / aug 19th. 21

in the first session, we re-make our tables as to search for the body of a table. We engage with the tablecloth exploring through folds and cuts, and also organic materials.

in the following session, we work on a 'dinner story'. each participant looks for their own allegorical roles within the dinner story, depending on their materials, tools, operations and acts. developing individual stories within a single dinner story of all the tables, we explore our narratives.

we are accompanied with manuel j. perez III at the feast, working on our dinner story and the body of the table.

the works are stored in the freezer.

AYŞEGÜL ORUÇOĞLU / self-sacrificing/x

Unlike yesterday, the table was set with organic materials.

plum
strainer
turmeric
turkish coffee
red powdered
pepper

self-sacrificing/x

Contradictions of the Stains
-diction / ary
Traces of the no/thing
Some/thing is looking for a way
Spices are leaking like the light.
C’est genial!
What is this smell?
It is drawing a map / by crushing itself.
Quel dommage!
It screams silently.
It is getting smaller and smaller.
Now, there are only traces left behind.
It made everything even more complicated.
It caused a huge gap in the center of the nothing.
I will be the wrongestf?
What is thinkable is also possible
The slide that leads to the dark sea.
-Stop, look ahead!
- You will fall from the hills to the gap.

DINNER STORY

sıla avar / the gorilla

feel free to judge by the cover...

...iced dead to be still alive on the belly....

...but do not miss to read the whole story...

...of the horas and scopes that are waiting...

the gorilla is there to measure all the 1 and 2s in 12. the choice is up to the 1 and 2s but not the one who has 1 in 12.
while absorbing the process of being one in 12, skin determines the scale to measure for the gorilla.
all senses are measurable in the stillness of beings from 1 to 12.
1 must be captured dead or alive in the senses of the gorilla;
captured then better puked before sleeping.

the gorilla

the dragon is aware of the gorilla from the land belongs to nowhere.
the dragon likes to shine like a real firework display.
they chose 1 to beware of the gorilla and the peaceful nature.
they are aware of the nature since it has peaces everywhere, from nowhere;
they have shaken well before using the nature, it should be too sensitive to use now
regarding the remaining number of the peaces the nature had.

the dragon

the 2 legged skin

the traces come and go, while giving a mark on the invisible gardens,
that are in the memory of those who have the skin to hold and process the ingredients.
invisible gardens have invisible traces, inhalable smells, and untouchable scales of beings.
although only 1 has the chance to refix all the negative affixes here, or 2.
if the one chose 2 then all of the ingredients are to be shared with all of you!

cheers!

says the 2 legged skin,

and what a social life!
cheers to all of you who marked on the memory of my skin.

the unsure 1s&2s

from all above the roles, 1 can be sure to be unsure, or 2.
uncertainties are here to open that wine from far away,
the matters collapse and be 1 through time and space,
or 2.
the barcodes to read are all in here without any certain product to consume.
so read in the language of the 1 or 2,
be the consumable happening that 1 can't be 2(too).
whistles in your mind are waiting for the silence,
to become the words that screamed through your mind with a puke coming after.
the puke has all the dragon’s ingredients.
whistles to screams, screams to pukes, certain to be blurred.
matters to be a soup and consolidated without being in 1’s belly, or 2’s.
no masses to cleanse here, no traces to erase,
but to be old through the path that time and space lead 1’s or...
not to be at all.

the barcode reads the processing in the being, and writes;

the barcode

11121112221222121221

it resembles nonsense, in all senses.
But it resembles a meaningful 1, or 2
as 1 may read, it has to refer to a meaning in the language of 1s, or 2; amirigght?
no one answers or sends a letter to the barcode, what a social life again, but not
with the same punctuation marking this time, sadly.
barcode whistles 1’s:

11111

then screams 1 or another:

11 11 1

then comes the 2’s:

222 22 222222

they gathered in this order:

1112112121121212221212

11 12121 1212 2 12

then, there came the answer the barcode is waiting for a lifetime...

// the time of the life of what comes in the invisible garden of the 1’s mind, or 2’s.
// the life starts with coming through the nerves of the invisible gardens.
// life has a dead end,
// no still life there,
// or no nature morte,
// ending is so clear to be unseen after.
// the life became invisible at the invisible gardens of the 1s, or 2s, while...

...one is answering as:

112212122212212122122120
000000000000000000000000

the ingredients that the dragon has brought to the peaceful nature are about to be
gathered in the irreversible time that 1’s can go back with still being 1.
they got smashed, cut, sliced, glued, cooked with low heat;
the smells are there to be gathered but no one can see, or no 2.
if 1 takes a step towards the null, the null stands stable and remains silent.
silence with the voices waiting to be heard,
or sensed from the organs
that made the organisms to be a soup
with all the delights in it,
frozen while being iced dead
but with no cream in it;
to be the soup gathered to be 0.

the soup gathered to be null

gülşah pelin arı / fmmththepaingrinder

She releases her pink sticky gum on whining sentences and grinds them; so that only good, delicious words take place on the feast table.

Shapeless, smooth body shines under the soft light.
Sprawling and grinding. Growing and destroying,
gently.

Just say something, chew the words and watch how they turn into a powerful body.
Then spit it.
Welcome to feast!

worship the spit | shine again

naz nar ( 0,0,0)

THIS IS AN ALTAR, feast for a god or a dead. Come, come and bring what you have, i should go, go and give what i have,

When?

When the all right things to do are gone,
The judge is on the way,
Open the wine from far, far away.
The bottle is empty,

Here is an altar of a dead, very very dead pens

Are, are, are you sure ? All the right things to do are over?
Yes, it is time to find the wrong ones, the worst, but first : do you want to see your mother for the last time?

Yke,iyu, uko, uku, iku, ki, iki ,iki, iki, no !

That was the worst, but what about wine?
Emote the wrongest

I will go far away, away to find the second worst thing to do, a solution for the all altars whose wines runs out.

Naz can you hear this?

There is no Naz. There is no wine. Neither the fat that dripped my tounge

0,0,0 can make hear this BrownİE?

It is the Moice of hungry god of ALIVE pens.
How do you make dead pens ALIVE?
Through the music
I will give you instructioNS on how to do so

1-BLOW ON THE AIR
2-LOOK AT THE SKY
(MAX 2 SEC)
Where is the answer, is it near my house?
Maybe next to it?
YES
This is similar, similar to a book, i am still looking for the wrongest one, it must leave a lemon empty.

Will you give me the sight of wrongest? Maybe then I can find the ingredients that will cause me to get fat.

The alchemist of the wrongest, the searcher is not here, i am the Judge. But i know the answer, if one day someone asks you “ do you want to see your mother for the last time, say yes! You must say yes! And never and ever drink coffee in a funeral.

I can not pretend. No of course not. I would drink the coffee. It is out of the question. Dear judge.. I respect yet? I do not even know what I am accused for?

The god of a dead pens /Is he the same God for the dead people I saw!
Prayer vegeterian
An alcoholic judge
The right things to do
The wrong things to do
The alchemist of the worst.
A puppeteer who doesn't make lemonade when life gives lemons

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