This is not performance. It is ritual. This piece is a reading of Aurora Gamourtian’s bloodletting i. A compact drop. A spoken curse.
It’s a work of transcendence. Of fulfillment. Of realization. Few works of modern poetry have struck me as profoundly as hers.
Every word is a nail.
i hold the little ball of blood in my hand, and i ask it: drain the life from me.
Read the full text on her Substack:
https://gamourtian.substack.com/p/bloodletting-i
