Self-interest is apparently the great motivator. And where is the self-interest? We’d cook ourselves for a shabby life, while the weeds in the yard have a better time. The flowers which let’s be honest are genitalia make a living receiving cunnilingus by air to keep their economy running. Their interspecies winged partners spent millions of years coevolving the perfect shape & length of tongue to reach sweet spots, and thus keep their economy running. This is the kind of self-interest we could discuss. Ask any organism for suggestions. Ask the angiosperms, ask the pulses, ask the cnidarians, ask your cells, half of which aren’t human. Every organism has its currency and none quite so miserable as the dollar. Selfishly, I want to go on. Selfishly, to find out how else we could live in this relational spinning situation, sponsored by the sun.
Erin Robinsong is a poet, interdisciplinary artist and author of Rag Cosmology (Bookhug) and Liquidity (House House Press). Collaborative performance works include Polymorphic Microbe Bodies.