a poem in response to my friend's poem
after “the room of harmonic convergence” by julian martinez
my friend julian is having a birthday party soon and this poem will be on exhibit. you can check it out in person at Yes Project Space in the Zhou B Art Center from May 24th - June 15th <3
this post is also dedicated to my only substack subscriber, my bf
after “the room of harmonic convergence” by julian martinez
they canceled tak and the power of juju because it “struggled to gain an audience” and it was pulled after only 26 episodes, but this isn’t about the show, this is about the video game which released in 2003 and if you google it you’ll find videos called “THE RISE AND FALL OF TAK” and “YOUR CHILDHOOD DOESN’T HOLD UP,” but still we spent hours playing in my grandmother’s living room on the technology-blue game cube, mellow sunlit afternoons eating cereal and airheads, getting sour goo candy and cheeto dust on the beat up orange controller, but this isn’t even about the living room or my cousin fahad, it’s about tak - but actually it’s not even about tak, it’s about the dark caverns he was tramping through and the gleaming orbs and floating golden feathers, the leafy trees and muddled mossy grounds, how dim everything was, even with the little birds chirping, disturbed from their sleep amongst the blue flowers and turnips, the jungle of it all, there we were in the cool purple, this rainforest cafe universe, steam rising from the flat green earth, but most of all and i cannot overstate this, most of all it was the waterfalls, hidden in grottos and bubbling into little pools that shone bright in the blackish hollows, that we ran through swimming and splashing, at the same time pixels yet fluid, how can something so gritty appear so gossamic, silky and blue, god’s water, pixeled monet, i had no interest in doing anything else in that game, but to sit in those glimmering teal cavities, and none of it ever saved by the way, because we kept no memory card in the console.
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