Diary of a Product
Performed in 2020 at Bermondsey Art Gallery, London, UK.
They gave me a name
and I felt myself become the name.
Proud of my logo,
I was eager to leave the production line,
impatiently waiting my turn in acquisition.
The line workers said not to hurry,
that I had time,
but I was too animated.
At the storehouse,
they shined my component goods
making sure my sticker stayed sticky
and working parts in order.
When I was accidentally scuffed up
from a mis-handler,
they restored me
with an invasive apparatus.
I did well in the subsequent exhibitions,
Comparable with the other merchandise.
Still, I felt awkward in my product display
and slightly embarrassed of its flashy design.
My shelf-life passed on
and I detected in their worried glances
That I was not, perhaps,
functioning up to expectation.
I tried harder to operate
according to the manual issued with me
but I felt that some of the commands
Eventually the supply to demand ratio
dwindled and still,
I had not consummated a transaction.
I had become, they explained, a market risk.
In short, I would not be good for their gross margin.
As my product satisfaction was now negligible,
servicing and an upgrade was needed,
and I was recalled to the production plant.
After prodding me with instruments,
they detected I had an internal flaw,
the result of a human error.
After deliberating they decided
that repair was not worth their time
as newer models were already being fabricated.
I showed the manufacturer my logo
It is my name.
It peels easily off. “
Rula Jones Brock