The students in Divya Victor’s writing class at Nanyang Technological Institute in Sinapore “occupied” almost any shit will do. They had 15 minutes to collaborate and “live in” the text as part of enacting many different readings of the book.
Here are some of the photos from their inhabitations, with captions written from Divya Victor’s facebook:
they said: “when ripped apart these words are senseless until they recombine; become collectives,” “the ink is a stain, connective”
they said: “the charge of verbs changes with movement, we wanted to create more movements”
(this is writing using the grime on the wheels of a chair) the poem was read: “crushing whiteness/whiteness crushing”