for a future IX: dogspotting
Day 3: Humans still think I’m lost, Cayenne Pepper is spotting dogs in the clouds, she has developed a rare form of pareidolia visualizing faces of canine animals on floor tiles. Licking onto genetic memory spots she imagines the faces of her ancestors. Cayenne Pepper continues to colonize all my past recollections in a gist of symbiogenesis. She is companion species, here to think with, a touch of a cyborg, a voluptuous mountain of moss becoming-Jim’s-dog. Jim’s dog that now travels infolded into the metal, plastic, and electronic flesh of the digital apparatuses. Mr Cayenne Pepper touches Jim’s dog with fingery eyes made possible by a fine digital camera, computers, servers, and email programs through which she is transformed into high-density jpgs. This kind of capacity for perception and sensual pleasure of becoming tie her to the lives of her kin. Touching this heritage, her worldliness answers to and for those other beings, both in their ordinary habitats and in labs, television, film studios, and zoos. Also, the biological colonizing opportunism of organisms, from the glowing but invisible viruses and bacteria to the crown of ferns on top of the pooch’s head, is palpable in the touch. Biological species diversity and all that asks in our time then come with Mr Cayenne Pepper.
Knowing that pareidolia also arises in computer vision, which can spuriously detect features animating the image, she constructs the freckled black body at least 1.3 degrees hotter than hers ...very like the teui, the small teui dog; small and smooth, shiny and digital. She heard they could never relate - relations are external to their terms. Each one is vacuum-packed and sealed. Each harbors scarcely imagined volcanic cores bubbling beneath the surface that we are never completely able to master or control. This withdrawal is a protest against all our ambitions of domination, mastery, and exploitation. What about the one she deep-dreamed-up? The dog has small, pointed ears, just like a small dog. It is black, like rubber; smooth, slippery, very smooth, longtailed otter. They never touched each other, like objects that never touch. Separate and desiring she conjures an image of that black dog so feared. Mr Cayenne Pepper is so sure their genomes are more alike than they should be. There must be some molecular record of their touch. Her head severed and buried beneath a noisy street...about to perish and tortured by hallucinations her only thought is to discern the picture from inside the noise. Encoding the wonderous chimerical beast: its tail is provided with a hand at the end; just like a human hand is the point of its tail. And its hands are like a raccoon's hands or like a monkey's hands. Conjured from a elaborate and cruel ceremony: It lives. It is a dweller in watery caverns, in watery depths. She needs a complex algorithm or infinite rite.
Clean the noise so that its body comes out all slippery-wet; as if one had pounded it with a stone; as if it had inflicted small bruises. Significantly other to each other, in specific difference, they signify in the flesh a nasty developmental inflamation called love. This love is a historical aberration and a nature/cultural legacy. The creature is said to be very dangerous for the evoker herself, blinded by its desire for revenge and its unstoppable rage, the creature can quickly escape the mistresses control and kill her own evoker. However, if the evoker is perfectly trained, she can order her creature to possess humans and manipulate them in all the dog years to come. Their relations aren’t given but require work, the mesh always shifting and precarious but they make eachother up in the flesh.
Day 257: They still think I’m a rug. : from carpets, mops and doormats Inugami can be conjured or a member of canidae spotted within. Her camera eye is a social projector, showing a superposition of what it thinks she might want to look at, plus what others think she should buy or be. These things reflect the training set of images that the network has seen previously, following the short-sighted agendas of those that would try to reduce things to signifiers, concepts, sensations and lived experiences.
She takes a name of 伊奴姫神 (Inuhime no Kami) and promisses an easy birth to the harmony of nature-cultures. She retraces the histories of women, dogs and all marginalised others, and sets nomadic subjects to the middle of it all. She wears a white band on her stomach in the world that is dark and mute yet knowable in the wake of hopeful becoming-that-of-Niviarsiang. Cayenne Pepper devours Savirqong and from her the water is born, her wet fur turns into whales and seals. She then takes the name of 狛犬 (Komainu) to ward off the evil spirits. She holds her mouth both closed and open. Aum, she is beginning and the end of all things. She is the middle of it all.
Sometimes she pours molten tin into cold water, sometimes she melts wax and spills it into snow to produce the shapes of pugs, samoyeds, shiba inus. Sometimes she observes Akita Inu’s loyal presence. She plays with the shadows these shapes cast in the moonlight and there she encounters Pluto dressing up in Goofy’s clothes. Here Pluto walks upright approaching Mr Cayenne Pepper with the idea that Western philosophy can be understood as footnotes to Plato’s texts. She inserts footnotes of her own, embeds hyperlinks to each spoken letter and sound to build a bridge between natures and cultures into alternate futures where the work is already done. Where the thought is decolonialised, where memories are replicated over and over in companion bodies. Forgetting is not just a psychological mechanism, it is a result of economic and political choices. The fabrication of forgetfulness served greatly in building up to the horrors of imperialism and capitalism; colonial and capitalist crimes certainly represent a source of unpleasant memories that explain the fabrication of forgetfullness by empire the world over. She must have once forgotten that Cayenne Pepper is also a cat. In the attempt to resist a colonizing power of forgetting, she questions the world that allows some animals have other animals as pets.
WITH: Frantz Fanon, Hachiko, Donna Haraway, Isabelle Stengers, Goofy, Pluto (dog and planet), Silvia Federici, Graham Harman, Hito Steryl, Xolotl, Adlet, 犬神, lit. "dog god", Dobhar-chú.