leakinglavender

The barista at my local coffee shop just saw Chris Fleming at a local comedy show and was raving about it, so I had to go look them up. The comedy style is intensely physical, rambly, and surreal, and several people I've showed this to have bounced off very quickly.

But I realized that one of the things I love about this clip (and some of their other clips) is how much the pieces seem like poetry to me. They start out fairly well grounded, then take a turn, then take another turn, and end up in these intensely personal metaphorical spaces that I associate with modern poetry.

I saw a woman's not born yet
not even conceived yet
daughter appear to her
in the frozen aisle
and her fist burst through the blueberries
to reveal
a new vegan chex mix

I mean, yes, half of me is definitely going WTF, but at the same time I am absolutely here for the poetic exploration of gender from a nonbinary perspective and a sub rosa critique of the assumption that women somehow have a mystical grocery shopping power.

I've been dancing to this all day!