Red Tongues First

Oyparaploo speaking on the surface of Indigenous red tongues first. As not foremost. Most balloon entrances start with what pupils see ... colors or lack of, shapes to forms, positions in a room or onsite space. Choose your nouns and pronouns carefully. The right ones are the commentary.

Earth fists are permanently indoors. Footnotes are bigger than annotated text.

Our verbs do the political work. No adjectives needed. A sequence of actions carries everything ... the imprisonment, the defiance, the solidarity. Nouns are what was there. Verbs are what we do to it.

A closing turns a viewer's body into a subject ... yes Siri. We walk around it the way anyone would walk around something committal. Bodies and feet. Our relationship to the best of the dead and soon-to-be-deceased. For every Turn used literally the receiver becomes the last image.

Oyparaploo repetition deepens rather than dilutes. Same creator, same territory, same materiality ... answering to it. Canopy entry ends on discovery. Platform entry ends on burial. Same root, different verb.

When Oyparaploo writing encounters material it already knows from the inside, the prose trusts that intimacy rather than performing distance. Not explaining what they see but acknowledging what they already knew.