BluSoom Part I -The Knew

We often understand care through connection. Within decolonial thought, care is also often framed as a form of resistance. BlueSoom asks what happens when we look at the labour of flowering and fruiting not as individual resistance (in spite of the environment), but as an act of  collective care to pursue beauty and produce fruit not only for one's own becoming, but for collective nourishment. 

BlueSoom is a fictional prose series that explores care through disconnection, inspired by the ways plants disconnect from themselves in the transformation of flower to fruit. It is an exploration into an ethics of pruning, of learning when and how much to hold on to and let go.

Do we sever or detangle without disconnecting as we let go of  past selves, places, and people?

THE KNEW

I wonder if anybody ever thinks about the flowers, inside the buds that die before they bloom. Are they any less a flower, because their ends came so soon? Sure, less fragrant, less noticeable, not blunt and a different hue. Unless you’ve earned a seat inside their fisted petals, an invitation to knowledge of the knew. A gestating city of angels, lie within closed quarters, with room to accommodate,only a few. Still, I do not deny my buds their death, if it is not yet their time to bloom. So we disconnect, and they take their rest, within the adventure of death that ensues.

Still, some die a little slower, and I try to hold on a little longer, while time takes a little more of me along too. But we die together. Slower.Sleepier. A somber moment between just us two. At this, the flowers shake their heads, because they do not understand why we need to give so much of ourselves to parts whose ends are sure and soon. And I regard my flowers with the same admiration I have for my dead and dying blooms.

Though they find the floor before the flowers, they are humbled and yet to be renewed. Their test is in a time tomorrow, with an opponent matched for a duel. Among the fallen they reimagine, remember, realign and gather the troops. They prepare for another battle showing the fallen flowers, knew reasons why they should even bother to bloom.