TRILOBITI

Morph writing
Davide Cardea | 22-05-2003 | ENG
(Translated by Anamaría Crowe Serrano)

I’m the man in the blue jacket, sitting there at the back. I look, listen, shiver, quiver and smile. And I don’t smoke.

I am my heart plus my head, my lungs and all the other lovely things that medicine, philosophy and religion have taught us to believe, but I’m still the man in the blue jacket, sitting there at the back, armchair no.3, beside the toilets. And my name is Davide. Or at least this is what you see, what everyone in the room sees, what I, too, see every time I live outside of my body’s limits.

But now my body is a monkey, my lungs a whale, my kidney is a swine’s and everyone in the room holds a piece in their hand. And there’s a blue jacket on the ground.

I’ve morphed and no longer exist.

I’m not body
I’m not morph
I’m not monkey
I’m not whale
I’m not swine
I’m especially not Davide.

I’m a morph body.

M O R P H B O D Y
(try thinking of it as one word, it’s striking.)

Or, better still, we’re all a new morph body, all of us who have a piece of it in our hand. No more Davide, no more room, but a new structure with many hands and many pieces forming a new whole. And there’s a blue jacket on the ground. The morph body.

Sharing
I progress by degrees
divide into paragraphs
split my appearances.

Writing morph, morphed, morphing.
Please don’t look at the two words separately, but as one. Seriously.

M O R P H W R I T I N G

If it is morphed or morphing it isn’t writing and the word only serves to remind me of its genealogy.

Let’s not get attached to the limiting constraints of words in historical memory.

I believe in morph writing as an alternative form of narrative unhampered by the limits of the written or spoken word but which inherits narrative from it and deepens our involvement with it. It would be nice to see a text without a single written word.

M O R P H W R I T I N G doesn’t exist, or at least not yet, but we are running the fabulous risk and the intoxication of bringing our tensions to the creation of this new form. Consciously or not, we’ll hit on it sooner or later.